#i hate the concept of approved fanfic so much

[arathergrimreaper]

Oh, so when I write fanfiction about fictional characters I get called 'cringe' and 'problematic' and 'too old' by lil teeny boppers who probably don't even do the dishes but when a grown man 'wins' his fantasy football game, it's sanctioned by the state and he gets free beer for a year or whatever?

That's it, I'm making your star quarterbacks fuck ALL their teammates on the field.

#anya says shit #i hate the concept of approved fanfic so much #and to think my father wanted me to write for his wrestling company #fuck no

[00belle00lovely00]

HeadCanons for DogDay x CatNap,

NOW‼️‼️‼️‼️🫵🫵🫵🫵

OKAY OKAY OKAY-

HOLY MOLY YA'LL APPEARING OUT OF THE THIN AIR IN NUMBERS

No seriously- PLEASE have mercy on me there are SO MANY COMMISSIONS-

☀️🧡🌙💜☀️🧡🌙💜☀️🧡🌙💜☀️🧡🌙💜☀️🧡🌙💜☀️🧡

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. SUN CHARACTER X MOON CHARACTER>>>>>>>>>

I absolutely adore the Sleepyday ship name.

I think we can all agree on why the fandom took this ship by storm. I mean, come on, it's literally opposites attract. I may not personally like or even come as close to agreeing to the in-game Dogday and Catnap (since it's either fucked up or even more fucked up in every sense) BUT THE CARTOON VERSIONS? OH MY GOSH. CUTIES. ABSOLUTE CUTIES.

Literally extrovert x introvert.

LISTEN I ONCE FOUND ABOUT THIS ONE MASTERPIECE WHERE THEY HAD MATCHING NECKLACES THAT- LIKE- IF YOU PRESS ON IT IT KINDA VIBRATES AND YOU ONLY TOUCH ON IT WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE YOU MISS THEM. AND IT WAS SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT AAAAAAA.

Their date GOTTA BE watching the solar eclipse. ONE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY- WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN ART OF THAT? I DON'T KNOW. BUT I KNOW THAT IF IT DOESN'T POP UP SOON I'LL DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

They are like gay without knowing what gay means. They just think that whenever someone brings it up they mean "happy". As in "happy friends".

Call me crazy but I LOVE my headcanon of Catnap knowing ASL either just because of knowledge OR because this man is so quiet people think he is a mute, which for him is good, and saves him a bunch of time. And besides, why talk when you happy go-happy Dogday to come along and talk for you?

OH TALKING ABOUT THAT LAST HEADCANON. WOULDN'T IT BE SO CUTE THAT DOGDAY ONLY UNDERSTOOD "I love you" IN ASL JUST BECAUSE CATNAP SAID IT SO MUCH ARGSDJFNSKLJDBFMSJKBASJDBFKJASBDFKJASDBFKSAJBD

They're so boyfriends I LOVE THEM! I'm pretty sure they'd be completely confused if they ever got to hear the myth that "cats and dogs hate each other"

PDA?... EEeeeh.. depends, on whether Catnap is awake at the moment?

I heavily am basing myself off from AO3 fanfic I read and absolutely adore, but CATNAP AS A NOCTORNAL GUY IS THE BEST HEADCANON EVER!!!

THEY ARE SHARING THE SAME BLANKET AAA

They outta have a picnic date someday where Catnap is trying out vanilla cupcakes and Dogday lavender tea.

I'd say that Catnap, on rare occasions, of course, likes to show very subtle and rather gentle affections like holding hands, intertwining fingers, locking arms or wrapping a tail around Dogday's leg. Meanwhile, Dogday is just: "❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭😭😭" on the inside.

BRING THESE TWO. TO KARAOKE NIGHT. THEY ARE SINGING ALL NIGHT LONG!!! Well, if Catnap approves of course.

Dogday when asked if he likes Catnap: "W-what? OOOoooh! OH! Uh-.. that! Heheh, well it DEPENDS you know? I mean... As in, like like or like liking like? BECAUSE- don't get me wrong! I LIKE Catnap! I like ALL of you! But I kind of.. like... like... like-" and that just goes on and on for hours.

Catnap when asked if he likes Dogday: "I love him. Why do you wanna know?" ever so casually. No hesitation.

Ngl the way I worded that last headcanon now sounds like that one line of Jessica Rabbit saying "he makes me laugh" LMAO.

OH MY GOSH. HEAR ME OUT YA'LL. HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE. WOULDN'T CATNAP LOOK ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN A DRESS? Okay. Yeah, no, I changed my mind, he would be all sassy throughout it. Yup... but at least Dogday is content.

They adore astrology, wanna know why? Because that's the one thing they commonly love. While everyone else has no idea what they're talking about.

THEY'RE CUDDLE BUDDIES!!!

I'm so normal for them. BUT SERIOUSLY I LOVE THEM AH-

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #dogday #catnap #my headcanons #headcanon #catnap x dogday #dogday x catnap #sleepyday #THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEE #OTP #LIL BEBES IN LOVE

[wild-jackalope]

Hi there! Could I request one fic of Sebastian with a more uptight reader? Hogwarts Legacy is set in 1890-1891 so it makes sense that a muggle would be more conservative about certain things regarding romance and propriety. I'm a fanfic writer myself and I just love the concept so much, I wish hogwarts legacy could be more loyal to the fashions of the Late 1800s too.

Also, may I request that I become 🦋 anon? I could see myself coming here alot! I followed you too, so excited to see more content from you <33

summary :: Sebastian with a conservative, proper reader.

note :: finally, my first requests. I was starting to worry something was wrong with my Tumblr. You may, thank you for asking.

The wizarding word has always considered itself socially progressive, far more than the muggle world at least.

Wether or not that is true is up to interpretation but Sebastian is certainly one to think so, being quite forward the way he is.

When it came to you and ‘courting’. He had to learn to adjust is some ways.

Sebastian was hoping for some kind of scandalous young love, running through the Hogwarts halls together holding hands in secret.

You, however keen you were on Sebastian, could not allow yourself to receive his attention so eagerly.

In all honesty, Sebastian found it hard to crack you. That is, until he realised the one loophole; letters.

So letters to you he sent. He found it quite odd, sending you letters from the same building but after a few conversations through notes, he came to like it.

After all, the things you were able to write to him were sweet and even had an undertone of love so he was all for it.

Your discomfort to be in a room alone with him was also something he rather hated. How on earth was he meant to have quality time spent with you with Ominus or Poppy hanging around? It’s a rule he would surely break on many occasions.

Sebastian wouldn’t say he hates having to do all things things. Breaking etiquette is his favourite pastime and he loves to watch you fluster over his forwardness.

The one thing he’s certain on is marrying you. After he gets approval, of course.

#hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc

[kamigui]

A fanfic idea I'd like to dedicate to you

I wanted to share this idea I have with you because I saw that beautiful animation you made of your OC Rubee and Wally with that scene of the Hunt vs Hunted AU that nonomives made and the other AUs incorporated in it. I'm actually currently writing a fanfic inspired by that AU with plans to dedicate it to nonomives (with their permission), and I just absolutely live for the angst and redemption arcs. Your incredible art really gave me the inspiration I needed to start working on it.

I'm actually in my lovers-turned-enemies trope right now, and my mind began racing with just this concept of (what if) Rubee actually surviving the Hunt vs Hunted scenario and was accidentally turned, but somehow the effect was so diluted it didn't necessarily destroy her mind and make her feral, but instead caused her to slowly start losing her mind, where any memories of Wally were tampered with or discarded and whatever horrors she might have witnessed were misplaced onto Wally?

(Because in reality, he'd never actually hurt her, she just convinced herself he did because there's so many pieces missing in her brain she had to just fill them in herself. And then there's the assumption Wally accidentally committed genocide as a response to his grief of losing Rubee, therefore, she's more convinced that he just has to be evil. She obviously doesn't know the true reason, only knowing that he had harmed a lot of people) (I'm thinking this affliction could potentially turn her immortal, or at least, very difficult to kill and inhumanely strong; but she could probably still get hurt).

Because of this, any positive feelings for him were replaced with disgust and hatred, where she felt her only response is to pretty much destroy him so he didn't hurt anyone else. But, it's conflicting because deep inside her soul she's hesitant, scared, and longing for the security/safety he provided her in the past, before she lost her memories /and before he thought she was dead/. 

Anyway, there was a scene playing in my mind where she managed to get to him, like, actions set in motion just ready to pierce his heart. And Wally's just looking up at her, not really fighting back, but holding her off, eyes just pitiful and sad and desperate; because "How is she alive-?".

He's in disbelief, emotions torn between sadness, anger, and overwhelming love. And she's trying to kill him, not realizing that she's crying and struggling to actually finish him off. Because, yes, she has to kill him so no one suffers like she did--but also, no, because that part of her that 'died' that night still clings to hope and love. 

I think Wally would immediately know that she's affected by his blood, since according to nonomives, people who are closer to Wally's blood go insane and feral, depending on the level of potency the person was dosed with. I really like this concept, because that could potentially lead to the rarest opportunity where someone hasn't been completely overcome by his affliction. Maybe Rubee was just extremely strong willed in mind and spirit, so her body (could have) managed to refrain from completely turning into a vampire zombie? That tiny, sliver of hope motivates Wally to figure out some sort of 'cure' for Rubee, but we have no idea what the implications of that would do.

(Could she die due to having lived so long and just turn into dust? Would she end up suffering from the pain and physical damage she's received all these years, finally catching up to her? Is there the chance she'll just return back to him? We don't really know. Too many endings, no solid answers.)

//Anyway, feel free to just yeet this in the trash if you want. Ha ha ha, I'm just dumb and rambling... I don't want to interject or impede on your work, or self-insert your OC into anything. I'd hate to misinterpret the characters. But I just really wanted to share this idea and hope you'd at least enjoy it. If you do approve and gave me permission to pursue this, I would be more than happy to dedicate a fanfiction on the topic because I just think it's *chefs kiss*

//I supposed, this is also my way of asking if it's alright with you for me to pursue this idea with your OC?

#submission

[pinkboxess]

ruminations on fanfiction

I have been all happy today because of all the requests I got, so I'm thinking about all the reasons I love fanfic, and all the happiness it brings to my life, yada yada yada.

So, I majored in English, and for the first half or so of my undergrad, I planned to go into the publishing field. (This will be relevant, I promise.) I wrote things that I submitted places and tried to get published. Some of them were accepted and some of them were rejected. I took editing classes and volunteered as an editor for my school's literary journal.

And I didn't like it.

I realized after a little bit that the more "advanced" I got into that field and that world, the more I disliked it. It wasn't what I was best at, either. I never really got the hang of making good editing decisions (as in, deciding whether to accept or reject a submission). Trying to cater my own writing towards what publishers wanted was also less than enjoyable.

I love, love writing, so it's not that I regretted my major or lost the passion or anything. But I like writing the most when it's not going to be evaluated. Either when that's my own writing being evaluated by a publisher, or me as the editor evaluating someone else's work. Those are important jobs that I don't want to dismiss as inherently immoral or something like that-- if you're an editor, that's awesome. But it just wasn't for me. I always liked people's pieces too much or not enough, depending on whether it spoke to me, personally. It was too hard to be objective. I didn't really like trying to be objective.

So I don't write stuff to send to publishers anymore. For one thing, I'm in grad school now in a different field, and for another, I just really don't enjoy myself as much when I'm writing a piece that makes my brain go into that mode of "this has to be good" in a literary sense of the word good. At some point in my life I might like to go back to that kind of writing. But for right now, it's just not enjoyable, and since writing is a hobby for me, I don't make myself try to sit down and write something that I'm not excited about.

But I write loads and loads of fanfiction because fanfiction is so freeing. It's the epitome of self-indulgence. It's like this giant playground where I can write about vulnerable concepts like sexual desire and body image and aging and relationships. I mean, personally, I don't see myself writing sex scenes in anything except fanfiction, especially ones so detailed and intended for enjoyment.

But it's really like you're writing in this separate little safe bubble where you can do anything you want. The only feedback you receive is positive (I mean, just personally, I've never received a hate comment, so I can say that.) You can write works that are as short or as long as you want. You can post every day or once a month. You can always write the exact same trope, or you can do something totally new every time. And whatever you write, there will probably be an audience for it.

It's writing just purely for the sake of enjoyment. You're not trying to be good. You're not trying to pen a masterpiece. You're not submitting it for approval-- instead, you're posting it to be enjoyed freely, with zero barrier to entry. And that's what prevents me from losing motivation. I don't get tired of it, because it's always fun, and if anything about it isn't fun, I just don't do that.

I am so glad I've found some people in one of the corners of the internet who read my fics <3 it's such a fun hobby and distraction and escape and therapy substitute. Thank you for feeding my hyperfixation/special interest/obsession.

#see even if it wasn't already evidence that i'm a writer #the length of this post proves it #i never can be brief can i

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

you are most certainly not!!! the worst!!! for not updating a fic!!!

you have a whole life to pay attention to and youre giving us quality fics for free!! FOR FREE!!! I cannot emphasis the for free part enough here!!! we're so lucky to get this kind of writing, please take your time!

fanfic is a hobby not a job and its the worst when i see fic writers feel bad for not writing, girl youre doing it FOR FREEEEE T^T

take all the time you want, write whatever concepts you want! i will follow your blog till the day tumblr dies lmaooajnslnldjhlfj

STOP I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU GOT ME SOBBING OVER HERE😭😭💜

logically i know everything you are saying is correct. i just love all y'all so much that i hate the thought of missing an update or disappointing anyone. i think it stems for my obsession and desire to be approved of and loved at all times lolol😂

#feel free to ask me about anything!! #asks #jj talks about herself #jj is crying again

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fire and blood (the fanfic) Chapter 18: Reuinon

CONCEPT: You were once aegons and aemonds fuckbuddy, learned of their rebellion, your father got murdered, you tried to run away and they caged you among many other horrendous things and now after two weeks of surviving aemond you finally see your beloved aegon again.

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, SADISM, DARK AEMOND, WAR CRIMES, OTHER UNHOLY THINGS. SHARING, DARK SMUT, KINKS

You manage to cover yourself with the sheet. You crawl away from him as far as possible with the chain. You look around for guards to protect you but Aemond had dismissed them all in a jealous temptrum.

Aegon stares at you in disbelieve. "M-my King." You bow your head.

Aegons response is very brief but the way that he speaks reminds you just how much you longed for his voice. "What did he do to you?" He whispers. You remain on the bed, still wearing your collar with the big shiny diamond sapphire attached to it.

You fiddle with your hands and nervously avoid Aegon. "My king, you should not be here without his permission. He does not like me even breathing near other men." You think of the guard that Aemond had removed because he was breathing too much in your direction.

You think of the other servant that fed you water without his approval. They never found his body after Aemond threw him down the redkeep.

Aegon scoffs before opening the door of your cage easily. Aemond keeps the key inside. He knows you won't dare to set foot outside your cage without his permission. There has not been a day yet that your ankle or feet were not bound. He does not trust you. "It is good that we made an agreement, then." He spats as if he is angry with you. Perhaps he is. He thinks that you ran off on your own. Not that they kidnapped you.

You tear up by the thought of having to touch Aegon again. "Don't, please. It is too painful. I can stand being his little pet. But I will perish if you are to touch me when your heart no longer yearns for me." You whine like a little girl.

He finally understands. You do not, however. "Who the fuck told you that?" And just like that you understand now too.

Aemond lied. Aegon does not hate you. Yet why has Aegon not come looking for you?

A proud voice rings out from behind Aegon. "I did." Your hairs stand up, and you gulp so hard that Aegon hears it. He steps closer to you to protect you if need be. But you push him away from you. Aemond is dangerous.

Aemond walks past the king to you before unchaining your ankle. He snaps his fingers and points to the space for his feet. "Pet, don't you usually bow for your prince?" He asks his voice a mere taunting symphony.

You obey bowing down until you can kiss the ground. You mutter your practised response. "Good evening, my love, my beloved and my only one. How was your time away from me?" You ask.

Aegon's brows become nearly one as he watches with worry and disgust. "What the fuck is happening?"

Aemond shrugs carelessly and rubs your head. "I did what you couldn't. I tamed that bitch." To you he barks something as well. "Get your pretty green gown and put it on for me. I like you to look pretty and proper when you suck me off." You obey putting it on.

The Kinslayer smirks when you slowly kneel for him and wait for him to sit down. "She is so obedient these days. I bet I can make her do all sorts of wicked things." You turn off your emotions for now.

He stares briefly at your breasts before sitting down in the chair. You slither over and climb on top of him, kissing his lips before moving to his throat to his chest. You remove his shirt and his vest for him and undo his pins. Your breath catches in your throat. Your knees are parted. He forces you on his knees and fucks you with it. You cry in pleasure and mutter that you love him. "But, I disgress. You are here to see me, my King?" He does not bother to give you his full attention. He places you with your back to his front and sits you down as if you are his toy. He opens the front of your dress carefully, unlacing it so more and more of your breasts can be seen.

Aegon growls, fighting his desires to keep from glancing at your breasts. "You know I am no longer interested in her. I try to be faithful to my wife. To my queen." He says.

Your heart shatters. You barely understand where this change of heart comes from, but it hurts you. Helaena has his child inside her, and you must accept that you are now and never enough. "Such a pity..." Aemonds voice is full of fake sympathy. You wish he would stop taunting you.

You are worried about where this exchange will lead. He whispers in your ear when rubbing your entrance. "What do you think, my little pet? Do you miss your former master?" You think back of all the times Aegon fucked you and it certainly excited things. You liked being fucked by both. You enjoy both, and you might even love both.

Yet you know and have seen how dangerous Aemond has become these last days. Admitting that you want Aegon as well when Aegon no longer protects you or loves you...

That is a suicide mission. You rub yourself against Aemond and kiss his lips faithfully. You bite on his lips and suck off the blood. He groans in pleasure. "You are my only one, my true love and all that I desire." You say even though it is a lie.

Sadly for you... You are not a good liar. Never have been. Never will be.

Aemond pushes you to stand and walks you to your bed. You are tossed on it, and your gown is pulled up exposing your naked entrance. "Would you like it if we were to share you, like the good old days?" He whispers when rubbing your entrance.

You would. Just one last time to get it out of your heart and mind and to let it all go. One last time before you will plan your escape. You either escape...

Or you'll die. "Share me?" You whisper, as familair tingles arise in your belly and wetness cloaks your legs. You like that idea.

Aegon scoffs at you and at Aemond. Yet he watches as you moan, pleasing both of them. "I am loyal to my queen." You do not say anything. Aemond is also wisely quiet. You both know that he is not loyal to his queen.

Aemond laughs. "I tell you what; You are allowed back as her co-owner." You do not have a say on this by the sound of it.

You slowly sit up. "What of my consent?" You ask.

Aemond kisses your throat and bites down on it as if he wants to hurt you for speaking out of turn. "Your consent can go fuck itself the way we will fuck you..." He leans over you. You cower with excitement. He smacks your wet entrance as you cry out. "You insolent dirty minded whore." He grits out between smacks. "Look, pure wetness. That girl is ready for her king. Do you want to deny her that pleasure, Aegon? I know my pet. She needs more than one cock to serve. Two can only satisfy her needs." He tries to rile Aegon up.

It works partly. Aegon is now doubting if he should do this. Aemond shows off your wetness once more easing in a finger with a powerful thrust. "Nhn..." You moan.

Aemond cleans his finger on your dress before walking to his brother. He grabs Aegon by his shoulders. "You own that whore. She ran away to Dragonstone. Let's show her what happens to girls who disobey." He grins.

You did not run away. You understand that you must try to convince them to believe that. "I was kidnapped."

Aegon's smile has faded. You wait for him to start speaking once more. To tell Aemond off and to sent the message that he will not touch you again. Instead of that, he keeps looking at you. "Aegon?" You weakly mutter.

He grins at you. "Shut up, pet." That nickname hurts you more than any insult he could have given you.

Aemond respectfully lets go of you, making sure that the king can touch you if he wishes so. "She is yours, my King." He says as if he is a faithful servant presenting his king a gift.

That was all he needed to hear. He takes his clothes off and crawls on top of you, choking you lightly when taking you. It feels good to have him back inside of you, and you wish he could stay there forever. You wrap your arms around his neck lovingly and mutter his name against his lips. You are kissed, touched, and loved. Your body yearned for it, your heart cried for it, and your soul died for it. You can't believe it is finally happening again. You missed the touch of his short hair when you ran your fingers through it. You missed the smell of wine on his breath, and you missed the way his enchanting blue eyes look at you as if you are his whole world. You missed feeling his heartbeat and hearing his breath. You missed him in every possible meaning and every possible way.

Aemond keeps glaring at you two, though he seems mostly amused and glad that Aegon broke his vow to remain loyal to their sister. Aegon gently pulls your hair, calling for your attention. His lips leave a desirable trail of little kisses on the side of your neck before he moves down to your breasts, to your belly, to your legs, and finally before he disappears between your wet legs. His tongue softly licks over the wet smooth entrance, and you can hear him taste your spoils.

Your hands take hold of a shoulder and a handful of his hair. You brace yourself. He starts to suck and your core is set alight. You feel it build and grow as a flower expanding itself when water is thrown on its roots. "Oh! Nh...Mhm.." Your moans make Aegon very sly and happy. He grins at you before teasingly sucking once more.

Aemond moves closer to you both, and for a good reason, you first turn to look at his daggers and swords. Yet he does not slash Aegon's back open or cut his head off. He gives you a wink when watching you be pleasured orally by the king of the seven kingdoms.

The king groans when trusting deep inside of you. It almost hurts, but your pleasure dulls the pain. You moan weakly in his neck and let him have you as he wishes. Aegon's breath quickens as he pushes himself inside of you.

His brother comes closer and closer to the two of you and grabs holds of your wrists. He forces them above your head on the matress, holding you down. "You taste delicious, Lady Beesbury."

You can only weakly moan as a protest. "I do think you are due for a punishment. No one runs away from me. Including you, little Bee." You flinch.

You notice the subtle glare that Aemond gives Aegon when he uses his own nickname for you. You fake a smile and try to tell the truth. You were stolen. ''I was stolen. I never wanted to leave. Well, perhaps I did. But never to Dragonstone. I know how dangerous the Blacks are." You hope that they do buy this lie. You do not hate nor love the Blacks. You were perhaps close with the children, but war changes perspectives. You must do what you can to make sure your house survives. You see that now.

Aegons hands caress your face before you are kissed on your lips. "You are adorable when you lie. Aemond, I assume you have something in this room that can cause our little bee quite the displeasure?" Your folds are rubbed, and your mouth is covered with Aegons hand when you speak.

You know that Aemond is a rough man to please. Aemond loves inflicting pain. Perhaps Aegon as well, but Aegon is kind and makes sure there is pleasure and gentleness. Aemond does not care. Aegon makes love to you. Aemond fucks you.

Aegon loves you. Aemond is obsessed with you. "I have a few things." The way the Kinslayer speaks tells you all you need to know.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #dark aemond targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #dark aemond targaryen x oc #aegon ii targaryen #dark aegon ii targaryen #Aemond targaryen #fireandbloodfanfictionbeesbury #darkaegoniixoc #aemond targaryen smut #aegon ii targaryen smut #Dark Aemond Targaryen smut #Dark Aegon II Targaryen smut #Aemond one eye fanfiction #Aegon II Targaryen fanfiction #dark! #head the warnings #dubcon #possible triggering content #She/her reader #AFAB Reader #DarkFantasy #Possible noncon #Possible gore #Old work

[mdhwrites]

I read a blog you posted last year where you mentioned you hate 'fix-it' fics, or 'Fix Fics,' as TV Tropes likes to call them.

I haven't read many 'fix-fics' myself, but I've personally had mixed thoughts on the concept. On one hand, if I personally was frustrated by the way a certain story was told, it could be cathartic (in an admittedly selfish way) to see it retold.

But the choice word 'fix' can carry an underlying (or overlying) sense of arrogance. As if the writer is saying to the creator 'what you made is wrong, so I shall make it right.' I guess it depends on the motive for writing; you said all 'fix-fics' come from a place of anger, but I don't think that's necessarily true.

They could sometimes come from a viewer that loves the work they're critiquing, and just...genuinely wants to explore by themselves what it would be like if this or that thing was handled differently. Or from someone who wants to dabble with an existing work so they can build up the confidence to write their own stories.

Perhaps the key is whether or not the writer is using the term 'fix-it' to describe their stories. If that's the case, then maybe it does come from a place of anger, more than anything. But I would like to hear your own thoughts on why you hate 'fix-fics.'

So I think I saw you probably like a blog of mine about why I wouldn't ever rewrite TOH where I brought this up and honestly, from your post in general, I'd say I probably worded it wrong or too strongly. You are correct after all on a LOT of accounts here. The one I really want to highlight is the confidence ones as suddenly you're putting proof to your theory that your version would be better. That can absolutely be helpful for building confidence.

I have two sides of which I should have clarified.

1: I don't approve of LONG fix it fics. Fixing an episode or a chapter of something is one thing. Writing out how to fix an entire series though? It's unfair as far as fixing something goes because you already know all the elements you like in a story, haven't had to experiment with it at all or come up with major plot points on the fly (I feel like I've gotten worse about potentially insinuating that I could have done X better with the suggestions I put out. Creation is always harder than critique after all.) etc. like that. It also just takes a LONG. FUCKING. TIME. And for what purpose? An idea that will only ever be half yours? Which brings me to

2: I don't want to ever do fix it fics, let alone long ones. As an original writer, I would rather take the elements I like from something I find flawed on pull on those threads in a more productive, more challenging environment. To actually make the idea my own rather than constantly having to still constrain myself to parts of something I find so flawed as to consider it in need of an entire rewrite.

I think this is also why I just don't approve of them in general. I would rather that spite, especially if it is on the scale of an entire series rewrite, be channeled into something simply more useful. A fanfic that's redoing large swaths of a work just isn't something that too many are going to need and is honestly going to limit your creativity rather than expand it. That's how I see it at least.

I did probably screw up in the original blog though and not make it clear that when I say I hate writing fix it fics, it's very much so "I don't like WRITING fix it fics." I don't like carrying that sort of rage into a work, especially long term. That's actually an issue for Rich Witch at this point as celebration of TOH made me see threads that had been left fallow by rushing a bit in Amity's arc in S1 (that's how I saw it at the time at least) and that I could expand upon with a perspective shift over to focusing on Amity as the main character. Now that TOH holds so much anger for me, the elements that once inspired it now cause darker feelings and, well... There's a lot of complicated reasons why I'm really afraid Rich Witch is simply dead.

*sigh*

I think, for me, anger and spite are more powerful for blogs like these. Those elements can inspire me but the idea they make has to have joy in it or I just don't find that I commonly get hooked on it. Not when anger is such a short term fuel, at least for me. If it works better for others though, more power to you.

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I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

#Writing #fix it fic

[scarletwritesshit]

persona [all games] fanfic masterlist

Yosuke Hanamura x F!Reader ❀ Town of Blossoms

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Souji Seta x Yosuke Hanamura ☂ A River Through a Foggy Land

Souji and Yosuke have always been rather close friends, spending time with each other and talking up a storm whenever possible. With a very vague phone call received from Yosuke one morning, paired with his sudden silence throughout the school day, Souji couldn't help but wonder if something other than the murder cases has been bothering him as of late.

Alternate title: The Yosuke Romance Route that Atlus was too Cowardly to Give Us

☂Cross Posted on AO3☂

☂Afterword☂

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Yosuke Hanamura x Naoto Shirogane ⊟ Reminiscent of the Days Gone By

⊟Cross posted on AO3⊟

Of course Naoto got dragged into more detective work. And it just so happened to be on Valentine's Day, too. With daunting police documents holding none of her interest, she gets lost in her thoughts of the time that has passed ever since she first met Yosuke Hanamura. It was a terrible way to spend the holiday, though Yosuke wasn't one for leaving those close to him forgotten.

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Makoto Niijima x Goro Akechi ☪ They Hate to see a Girlboss Winning

⋆☪ Cross posted on AO3! ☪⋆

Makoto has always felt quite inferior to her older sister. She would constantly put in extra effort to at least try and gain her approval, which has all been for nothing considering how she's never home. The new mission to outsmart Akechi's plan has proven to be the perfect opportunity for Makoto to prove her worth. She was going to watch every single one of his TV appearances, from his own shows to special interview appearances. She was constantly going to keep tabs on Akechi's whereabouts to make sure he does not end up taking down a few targets behind the scenes. Makoto will even go as far as to have direct conversations with the man himself. Surely, she will finally be able to at least compare to Sae. But why do all of her plans involve Akechi?

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Goro Akechi x Sumire Yoshizawa 〆Who am I, if Not a Shell of my Former Self?

〆Cross posted on AO3〆

identity i·den·ti·ty noun 1. the fact of being who or what a person or thing is.

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Goro Akechi x Ren Amamiya ⌛ Takuto Maruki's Shuake Fanfiction

⌛Cross posted on AO3⌛

What good is a blank notebook if you don't use it to write your own story? This new reality of Maruki's was just that, and he was going to make sure to fill in every little space on its pages with as much control as he could reach. Directing the relationship of Ren and Akechi was no exception. In fact, it felt as if there were too many ideas for him to expand upon…

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Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki 🍣 The Dreadful Secret of Shinjiro Aragaki

🍣Cross posted on AO3🍣

The members of S.E.E.S. all have their own secrets, with some being of greater degree than others. Shinjiro was no exception, especially as he wasn't exactly known for talking about himself. What's the worst he could be hiding? A secret about his Persona? Unforgivable sins from the past? Or a secret love for fluffy little creatures?

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Kotone Shiomi x Akihiko Sanada 🌸March 6th, 2010

🌸Cross posted on AO3🌸

That blindingly brilliant moment when we were all together Those precious times I didn't realize I should cherish Now all I can do is remember, I will embrace the feeling

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Kotone Shiomi x Theodore 🧋 Bubbled Tea

🧋Cross posted on AO3🧋

Boba is a rather simple concept to normal inhabitants of this world, like Kotone, for example. Theo, however, could not piece together the logic of this treat for the life of his. Was it comprised of bubbles? Tea? Tea bubbles? He couldn't wrap his head around the concept, so Kotone resorted to giving into his request and taking him to the cafe to try the mysterious beverage for himself.

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Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki🍲Soup for All, in the Name of One

🍲Cross posted on AO3🍲

A good pot of soup can fix just about anything. For some, it's a cure for hunger. For others, it soothes a lonely heart.

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Kotone Shiomi x Jin Shirato🔫Death Won't Answer Every Call

🔫Cross posted on AO3🔫

You are only given one chance at life, and you must make the best of it regardless of the hand that you are dealt. Kotone wanted to forfeit, yet Jin wanted his opponent to see things through until the very end, for he wasn't quite lucky himself.

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Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki 💭 Snitch of the S.E.E.S. Table

💭Cross posted on AO3💭

Koromaru's a dog. Aigis speaks dog. One would think that would make Koromaru a rather poor keeper of secrets, especially when he bears no punishment for the words he spills.

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Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki 💊 Pain In My (Our) Ass

💊Cross posted on AO3💊

Shinjiro's feelings for his leader were proving to be quite a burden, in more ways than one. Unbeknownst to him, his attachment to Kotone seemed to proving to be quite the nuisance for other, less fortunate acquaintances of his.

#persona 4 #p4 #persona 5 #p5 #fanfic #fanfiction

[little-laurance]

Okay I talked about Ashley from my childhood fanfic, but the real star of the show was Myra, and she was a good concept I promise

So, Ashley was Aaron's kid right? And Ashley and Myra were adopted sisters right? And Aaron and Zane killed each other? Yeah Myra was fucking Zane's kid

Actually this was MUCH more possible than Ashley being Aaron's, cause we don't know how old exactly Zane is, and we don't see too terribly much of his personal life, and it's entirely possible he had a kid. Both Ashley and Myra were introduced post Irene dimension obviously, so they could be grown ups and cause problems.

Now when I originally wrote this, I kept retconning things like Myra's opinions on people, dynamics with people, and childhood, so it was just a fucking mess. BUT one thing that was always true was her romance with Levin (come on Zane and Aphmau's kids dating is so funny neither parent would approve).

If I were to rewrite Myra now, I know exactly what I'd with her. Keep the Levin thing, and add Aphmau disliking Myra to it. I think Aphmau is suspicious of her, especially given what a bitch Ashley is. Aphmau HATES they Levin clearly has a thing for her. Myra actually doesn't have an issue with Aphmau, but understands Aphmau's reservations about her. Especially since now I'd make Myra noticably a Ro'Meave. Not to everyone obvi, but most definitely to Garroth, she looks just like his mother. And it throws him off, but I'd have him get along with Myra, sort of the stand in dad seeing as to how... well Zane's kinda gone now.

Although I really love the idea of Zane legitimately caring about Myra, like yeah he's evil as fuck still but that's his daughter so you best stay away. It also gives Myra some inner turmoil cause she knows her dad was terrible and hurt people in every terrible way you could, and hell took her bf's mom from him for 15 years, but he was still her dad. And he still loved her. So she doesn't know how to feel about him, luckily he's dead tho so she'll never have to worry about- uh oh shadow knight Zane

#aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd #aphverse #zane ro'meave

[lil-cherubim]

Im consuming too much doctor who content Im inevitably dreaming about it.. abd let tell you! Its effin stressful lol

I had a dream where the Doctor accidentally took me back to a family reunion. Im Filipino..

Sarah Jane was a sweetheart, instant favorite! Harry being a doctor was easy to get into their good graces but

Do you know how hard yet so easy to explain a over six foot wide eyed foreigner dressed for colder climate and his magic blue box to your judgemental yet most hospitable family of over a two dozen?! I swear there are way more people in it but dream brain anxiety so.

Thank god for the TARDIS translator matrix cause them being able to speak the language is massive brownie points!

Imagine how challenging it is to keep your cousins and sibs not to mess with the TARDIS or climb the poor timelord like a tree? He was great with them especially because he got cool stories and jellybabies on his arsenal. Those gremlins were mild difficulty. Titas approved but not fond of the candy strat tho.

You also got to keep a look out lest they wander at the custonary karaoke booze traps at the yard! Some of the titos managed to offer a drink or two before I could intervene. I know he is a perfectly capable adult timelord that could probably hold his drink better than any human could but he is the designated driver and those Lambanog are no joke. Harry was a lost cause tho.

Somehow my house is bigger on the inside which is cool and every single one of my family got their own rooms! (Manifesting it into reality \(ᴗ ͟ʖᴗ)/) It was like a hotel almost it was giving casita aesthetic but bigger! And less sentient. The kitchen was industrial (giant woks!) And the pantry was like a cross between a hobbit's and a grocery store. It was so cool I might add it for like a mind palace or concept design or somethin.

It was a great dream. They got along with them for the most part then the conversation popped up on about 'doctor what?', 'What you mean assistants' 'howd you meet (my name)?' 'Traveling? We can barely get her out of the front door!' and I was sweatin but Sarah explained it better than Doc could without raising anymore questions like 'whats a Dalek?' .

dream brain go 'ahh i have the power to turn this into your worat nightmare! Buhahaha'

And it kinda did! Somehow in that same bigger on the inside house. Ive lost my slippers! Again! Even in my dreams I lose them to some bottom nook of a sofa never to be seen again! It was early morning and we had to go.

So the Doctor started to carry me around. In my amy pond's pajamas. (< tf?)

I DONT KNOW WHY? IT WAS SO EMBARASSING! But funny. My cousins teased me that I look like a monkey in his arms. Im offended. Im 5 foot asian woman I know we look ridiculous but monkey?! The elders said we look like his child, My mom didnt like it one bit. Bruhh. The glare she gave me was so realistic. It was a nightmare.

The man dared to take amusement of my misery. The git. He dropped me when mom looks like she's gonna hit him. Never safe with mothers.

Then at the end. When I went off to get something and the doctor had a chat with my mother... ヾ(×× ) ﾂ

My mom has always been my spokeperson. And not in a bad way, she's my support when I struggle with phone calls or doctor's appointments. Ironic. So this wasnt anything new.

I suppose it was neccesary for full immersion but ahhhhh! I hate having such realistically vivid dreams, paired with my hyper imagination, its a rollercoaster of emotions!

They talked about our adventures and what not. Odd things I do that they noticed or to look out for. If im taking care of myself. My mother worries if It gets too much for me and them (she gets like this when talking with my friends irl. Lmao)

my dream brain went full fanfic mode(i was writing one before I fell asleep)

"- it was Brilliant! Got a good arm on her aswell youd think her reach would give her a disadvantage but shes a creative one." he said cheerily but rubs a hand on his face at the memory.

My mother frowned at that. "That child. I told her not to hit her friends, that brutish pixie."

"Oh dont worry madam. It happened once and I quite deserve it. She never harmed another being quite like so in all our time together. She's a delightful companion even at her worst.. although I do wish she's less.. quiet."

"Quiet? Oh yes she's like a ghost, noh? Gave us quite the scare anytime she could." She tells him.

Then they grew silent as they watch me run around the crowd of relatives, barefoot (idk why I cant find my shoes!)

"Is she safe with you?" She asked him suddenly. Admittedly he was dreading that question because what is safe when you travel with the doctor? (Lets face it. most of us are gonna be shit companions. I know id be useless with the running! And the fact that my brain even dared make me one. Ha!) "I know she can be a handful and I can never fully understand the life youre draggin her into but.. please promise me that you'll look after her."

"I promise to always look out for her. And for what its worth, I take this duty of care quite.. seriously."

... she nodded relieved but somberly.

"She was so small.. she have always been compared to anyone" I heard her say to him. "And she would look at trees and the sky with such a far away look that youd see she's not with you anymore but lost in her mind."

"I agree. Shes very much the same even now. But shes more capable than you give her credit for."

This is where I came back dressed and shoed up. I got scolded for not wearing my good clothes and all that mom stuff. But after that and lots of food to go, me, sarah and the doctor got in the tardis and went off to another adventure!

My alarm went off tho before anything else happened. I cant really remember much of the wackier stuff that happened but yeah. The moment i woke up from it I decided Im gonna post this here to be part of my dream journal im making. Or a reference for a one shot idk.

It was odd but delightful that it was the Fourth Doctor when I have only seen clips and compilations of him. It made me want to watch his era.

Thats about it really. Hope you all have wonderful dreams!

#doctor who #cherubim dreams #4th doctor #sarah jane smith #dream rambles #doctor who imagine

[butwhatifidothis]

Wanted to see the rest of twitter's opinion on cap's fic....That was a mistake, lol. (Half of the search result was on Roman & Chinese mythos, so it wasn't TOO bad). There is one tweet that caught my eye: "I didn't like Ingrid much before reading tEatG, but now she's my fav! I was worried that I was substituting the canon character for the fanfic version, but really, it just makes me see them in a different light." So for those who think that Cap's fic (and fanon like it) don't affect the fandom, there ya go. Also, saw a couple fanart of Ingrid in Imperial uniform, and red is NOT her color.

Like of all the fics you'd think would get the big ol' Stamp of Disapproval, it'd be the one with, uh, all of this in it. No joke, I've seen that Savior King fic that nonnies keep recommending me lmao be called racist because apparently something about the way Dimitri likes Claude is No Good (been a while so can't remember why lmao).

And like, there's the thing right. It's not that fanon works shouldn't ever influence anyone's opinions on anything - different interpretations of things exist, and some interpretations are going to be more or less like other interpretations.

Like, for an extremely low-stakes example: out of his three total disliked foods on the menu, two of Claude's are sweets - of which there are only really four options to choose from anyway. Some take that to mean he doesn't much like sweets, while others say he just doesn't happen to like those sweets, while other don't give a shit about the menu (most people), etc. etc.. And sometimes, reading someone's interpretation of this will sway an opinion to agree with them on this tiny detail. Expand that concept outwards, and you get the general idea.

Now, the problems start coming in when the interpretations doing the swaying are inherently incorrect - it's not a matter of opinion, but simple objective fact. It's not "I think Claude doesn't like sweets that much," and more "Claude actively hates all sweets" - or, going along with some of the more extreme examples of the fic, "Claude has an omega sweet tooth on par with Lysithea."

These are wrong - period, end sentence, post tweet. This isn't different interpretations, this is someone being wrong. Expand that concept outwards, and... well, you get TEatG as a whole, with Ingrid in particular being a startlingly and almost randomly potent example of that very thing happening. It's not "I think Ingrid's father is conflicted about her fighting even with him ultimately agreeing to let her do so," it's "Ingrid's father hates the idea of Ingrid doing anything remotely unfeminine and would never approve of her discarding her role as a wife." It's not "I think Ingrid could have felt a potential Only Girl In The Room feeling with her friends but was still ultimately extremely close with them," it's "Ingrid actually never felt close to any of her friends because they paired off with each other as BEST friends which meant she was left completely alone all the time even before Glenn's death." Things about her as an overall character - whether details surrounding her or Ingrid's character itself - are so often just completely incorrect.

And this isn't even mentioning that Ingrid has a very big, very noticeable flaw that is almost completely erased, that being her hatred of the people of Duscur. It's been nearly completely whitewashed out of her character, with her canonical depth only ever being expressed after she supposedly grew out of it and only ever as something she regretted harboring. That is to say, not once is it ever actually shown; the closest the fic gets is her being slightly uncomfortable around a single Duscur child, before she immediately gets over it two sentences later. Not even really exaggerating.

And erasing that gets rid of Ingrid having unflattering flaws, the kind that can't be cutesy'd up or woobified. That on top of any nuance surrounding her father also being turned into "Ingrid is completely in the right and her father is Objectively Evil" makes Ingrid an incredibly flat, uninteresting character with no real flaws for her to grow out of. She doesn't have any underlining, misplaced hatred that she needs to overcome: just have her play with a lil' kid, that'll fix 'er up in no time. She doesn't have to confront the possibility that she had a hand in her strained relationship with her father by never trusting him to hear her out: her dad is just Bad Man, and she is just a victim of Bad Man.

And this isn't even getting into arguably the most worrying thing about Ficgrid: her consistent tendency to beat up men who make her upset. It's not "Ingrid hit Sylvain - a childhood friend of hers - for making an extremely inappropriate joke during a serious time," it's "If any man makes Ingrid mad she will assault him, sometimes quite violently at that." A flaw that is not just never addressed as a flaw, but a flaw that is propped up as something good for her character to have. It's not a flaw, it's an asset. Again, completely inaccurate to her character.

Add all of these misinterpretations together - a completely wooden character whose only real notable character flaw is treated like a good thing - and you have an interpretation of the character that should not be the basis for other people's interpretations. This isn't an Ingrid made up of interpretations that are grounded by canon, this is the result of extremely warped misreadings - or sometimes even blatant inconsistencies - forming together to create a character that is only "Ingrid" in the most superficial and shallow ways possible. Take that and apply that to the overwhelming majority of the characters, and you have TEatG

#ask #anon #exqueuese me princess #o captain my captain #and like fanfiction as a whole can be like. wrong. it's transformative and sometimes it's done to be creative with a concept #because who cares it's fanfiction #it usually doesn't matter because it's. fanfiction. a lot of times when writers are wrong they like admit as much from the word go #because again it's a deliberate creative decision to get a concept rolling #it's when a fanfiction gets propped up as something MORE than just fanfiction that it ought to get a more critical eye #you know like regular meta posts do #hence it being WILD that this fic gets so much blatantly wrong and yet is considered something to take seriously

[cryptidmads]

alright, so i went through the ama with wan hazmer and daim dziauddian on twitch and picked out every little tidbit i could about the megastars bc i knew you guys would want to know. this is a long post and i’m on mobile atm so i can’t put it under a read more — sorry about that! bosses are in chronological order, starting with DJSS and ending with Eve!

DJ SUBATOMIC SUPERNOVA

- djss took the least amount of time to develop out of all the bosses (haz says his fight took about half a year.)

- daim purposely tried to make djss' name as long as he could. he was specifically looking at negasonic teenage warhead from deadpool for inspiration.

- haz and daim do have the briefing/kliffnotes for djss. they discussed sharing them at some point, but idk when that would happen.

- related to the above, daim says that dj is in his mid thirties. EDIT: his kliffnotes were shared on twitter and they say he’s 41. daim must have goofed haha

- when asked if djss actually has a face and how he eats, daim compares it to kenny from south park and how you never see his face. he thinks dj does have a face in there, but that we just never see it. as for the “how does he eat” part, daim says that sometimes they don’t have to show everything.

- daim is a djneon/neonnova shipper, and it’s one his favourite pairings alongside zuke/mayday.

- daim said that uncle ali basically instantly landed the role as djss. he was that good.

SAYU

- sayu was obviously inspired by hatsune miku and other vocaloids, but haz brings up one particular commercial involving miku and google chrome, which involves a bunch of people collborating on songs and concept art for miku, similar to how sayu started as a collab between remi and tila in-universe.

- someone asked about the models for sayu's crew's apartments. there wasn't much on that, but haz mentions that one of his favourite nsr fanfics (yes, he reads them) is "Road to Redemption," and there's a scene that takes place in a studio where the crew works on sayu, and he really likes that.

- the devs wanted sayu's name to sound both malay and japanese at the same time (as well as a nod to miku). haz says it means “warm water” in japanese.

- akusuka is a direct copy of akihabara in terms of locale.

- sayu’s shellfish commercial is a homage to a real snack in malaysia named mamee monster, which is hugely popular with kids. the format of the commercial itself was inspired by a pocky commercial that featured hatsune miku.

YINU

- her game design (for her boss fight) was partially done in ms paint by music director falk (who made the base version of her boss theme)

- yinu's mom doesn't have a name. she's just mother/mama.

- haz confirmed that yinu's father is, in fact, dead.

- daim thought yinu’s name was a nod to yuna (a popular malaysian artist). it’s not.

- natura is daim’s favourite district. he likes how calm it is compared to the others.

- daim said that they wanted a hint of hope in all three of yinu’s backstory photographs, to show that no matter how bad your life gets, there’s always that glimmer of hope and that good things can still happen.

1010

- the members of 1010 do not have any official names.

- the assets for the autographs were made by the artists at one of the partner companies working with metronomik on nsr. haz and daim didn't really have anything to do with making them, and while daim did approve them for the final game, he was sorta skimming through a bunch of assets along with the autographs, and he didn't realize what they really were at the time until later. haz is impressed with how the fans managed to decipher them.

- 1010's fight was purposefully put between yinu's and eve's as a break from the emotional stuff.

- michael jackson was used as a reference for 1010's animations/moves.

- the Bio Tactical Shield that you get for zuke after beating 1010 is a reference to BTS.

- tangibly related, but the collectable figurines are supposed to serve more as a backstory to vinyl city as a whole, rather than 1010 or neon j. daim describes the figures as what events were going on and what people were doing before the events of nsr.

- 1010’s appearance from older trailers (where they all looked the same) were actually placeholders. 1010’s actual designs weren’t finished yet when those trailers were released.

- parts of 1010’s designs (for their bodies/outfits) were inspired by tron uprising, a project that daim worked on.

- somebody asked why 1010 and neon j have sculpted butt plates. daim and haz have no idea, but daim suggested that ellie (who designed 1010) and jan (who did their character models) put them there to up the “sexy robot” factor.

- daim’s favourite member of 1010 is purl-hew/blue, and haz’s favourite is eloni/green.

- the members of 1010 were designed based on popular tropes in boy bands. rin/white is “the main guy,” zimelu/red is the “bad boy,” purl-hew/blue is the “cool guy,” haym/yellow is the “young/innocent one,” and eloni/green is the “weird/funny one.”

- eloni/green not getting fan mail was based on how the “funny guy” of kpop bands/idol groups don’t seem to get as much attention as the rest of the group.

NEON J

- haz and daim didn't expect neon j to become so popular. haz joked about blaming it on ddaddystar, who did that doodle of djss and neon j from the credits.

- when asked about neon j’s age, daim said he’s definitely older than djss, and that he could be in his forties.

- related to the age thing, someone in chat said he should be older if he went to war in the sixties. haz replied by saying they never mentioned what year the game takes place in, so it doesn’t necessarily take place in the present/2020.

- a lot of people asked about the border wars, and daim and haz said they like leaving the bulk of it up to fan interpretation.

- daim said that neon j’s organs were preserved in a robotic shell after the war, and that’s why he’s considered a cyborg.

- as stated above, daim is a djneon/neonnova shipper, and it’s one his favourite pairings alongside zuke/mayday.

- neon j’s monologue was slightly longer, but it was cut down because zul (neon j’s va) didn’t do very many takes for the monologue, and the takes he did do didn’t have the comedic punch that daim was looking for, so it got shortened.

- the singing parts of neon j’s lines were ad-libbed by zul in his audition, and daim liked it so much that it stayed for the final game.

- neon j’s monologue had to be altered in the japanese dub so that the jokes/comedy would make more sense.

EVE

- the color changing paintings from her boss fight were created by accident.

- eve was put as the last boss because of how emotional her relationship with zuke was and how complicated and intricate she is as a whole compared to the rest of the bosses.

- daim considers eve to be the "final boss" for zuke, while tatiana is the final boss for mayday.

- eve took the longest to develop out of all the bosses. she was orignally a lot more complicated, and daim said they had to "filter" a lot of things about her in order to tone her down and fit her into the game.

- eve was almost scrapped from the game. daim said her concept as an eccentric artist wasn't as well known as the other four bosses’ concepts, and combine that with how long it took to finalize her... yeah.

- none of the artists have set in stone heights because of how the gameplay works, but eve is the tallest one. the closest scene in the game that has them at their actual heights is the ending.

- her name was originally eva, but it was changed bc there’s already a popular artist with the same name.

- daim explains that a big part of eve’s concept and theme is her embracing herself. he uses the example of eve’s backstory where she starts out hating herself and trying to cover the pink half of her face, but then starts doing less of that overtime. he also mentions that all the body parts (hands, arms, legs, etc.) from her fight also come from her embracing her body and using it in her artwork.

- dream fever is haz’s favourite district.

- daim didn’t originally think of zuke and eve as being an actual couple until later down the line when the story heavily implied it.

- eve’s younger designs were done by lzbros, who did all the 2d animation for the game.

#long post #no straight roads #nsr #dj subatomic supernova #nsr sayu #yinu nsr #1010 #neon j #eve nsr #madison speaks #this was fun! good stream good facts #nsr ama #1k

[kkyujikoo]

These are my... 2...? Maybe 50, cents about the whole "freejk" thing. I'm gonna be extremely petty and at some points a whole lot sarcastic and it's gonna be long but I had to say it. As soon as I get my computer I'm gonna make it under read more, but the app does whatever it wants, as we know.

Listen, this ain't my first fan rodeo, and not even the first fan rodeo where I've been directly or indirectly accused of being some sort of pervert or delulu. I've been in fandom spaces since I was a teen, I was shipping mlm couples when queerbaiting in TV shows was still something that was seen as the norm rather than some cheap disgusting trick. I was there when fanfic spaces saw "slash" fics as something "different" and to be tagged with a more mature rating even when they just looked at each other.

I was in BBC's Sherlock's fandom and I shipped Johnlock during the hiatus between S3 and S4, at this point I'm not even feeling it when people call me delulu or a weirdo.

So, yeah, take this with a grain of salt: as a person who has seen thousands of times fandom drama unfolding and has lived too much of it... This whole situation is so ridiculous it makes me laugh. Like, yeah, it's maddening how people will blame anyone and everyone because they don't even see their own bias and homophobia, granted, but like... It also makes me laugh for the sheer dumbassery of the reasoning behind it all?

Like... Y'all are getting mad and for what? Because it sure as hell isn't the invasion of privacy, since y'all are watching the same content we're all watching and you're paying to see it the same way everyone else is. If you don't want to "invade their privacy", you should just... Stop watching content that isn't their music videos, RUN episodes or interviews. Memories and any kind of dvd/video that shows what they're doing behind the scenes shouldn't be part of their job as musicians, and therefore we're intruding in their privacy... Or aren't we?

Or maybe it's more nuanced than that: maybe the content they release on dvd/on their official channels is part of their job as entertainers, and it's been approved, and it's a small window THEY are granting us.

You know what's the REAL invasion of privacy and what REALLY invalidates someone autonomy? When you, who maybe aren't even paying to see that content (which is something I understand, like, dude, I'm not covered in money either), DEMAND what kind of behind the scenes content you want when I swear ABSOLUTELY NO ONE has asked you. Once again: you don't like it? You think it's some huge invasion of privacy? Don't buy it. Don't interact with it. Convince your friends to do the same. For all I care, just go and petition to boycott this kind of content. I know you won't do it, because... That's the thing, isn't it? It's not the invasion of privacy that bothers these people.

Y'all aren't mad because we get into their business or else you would have gotten real mad when we were privy to REAL private moments like people crying their hearts out.

No, no. Y'all are mad because it's "shipping content" and "fanservice" which apparently bothers you because it lacks authenticity.

Pick a side, lovelies: either you DON'T want to invade their privacy, and thus all the content they release should be focused on what fans want to see, or you WANT to know how they interact TRULY in private.

And here's the catch: "shipping content" can be anything. Shipping existed WAAAAAYYY before the word for it was invented, same way with fanfictions. Shipping means, literally, "seeing two (or more) people interact and thinking they would make a good romantic pair". That's it. That's quite literally it. Everything else is just some nuance of the concept of shipping, but at its core, it's nearly impossible to ban all shipping content when it's a group of seven people, because they should for real go in social distancing mode to do so. Most people who have parasocial relationships tend to have "ships" whether they know it or not, because we've all, at least once, looked at a dynamic from the outside and thought "oh man they look cute together". So, even if, o dear ones, your wishes were granted... What the hell do you mean by "shipping" content? Should they just film solo clips, avoiding talking about the other members? But wouldn't that be fanservice, since it's focused on pleasing the fans? (Which, ultimately, is what fanservice MEANS, and I hate to break it to y'all but the whole concept behind entertainment and thus all the content BTS releases it's... For the fans. Like, they're not going out of their way to just meet our expectations but they're certainly doing fanservice by the mere act of releasing bonus content.)

But it's not even quite that, is it? Because no one bats an eye if it's Tae kissing Nj's cheek. I've seen no hashtag against everyone - and I mean literally every one of them - wolf whistling at Nj. It's okay to show intimacy... Because they're bandmates and it's okay to be close to someone who you see basically 24/7, I hear you. And it's also okay when people see that and gush over that closeness, because it's such a nice thing to see.

Soooooo... We've got to free JK from whom exactly? From what?

Are y'all mad cause people pointed out there's very little way a bruise that stayed for a whole ass night could be a quick bite? Because that doesn't harm jk, at most makes fun of him and jimin and their poor excuses (seriously, guys, next time consider using mosquitoes or "I was doing stuff". It'll be equally embarrassing but at least the meme will be funny), and it's literally... A fair observation. Like. It's a hickey, people are gonna make jokes about seeing a hickey and poor excuses of covering it up in the exact same way they're gonna make jokes over jimin falling out of chairs. And yeah, a hickey is AT LEAST something that happens in a sensual context. Like, I could understand "people who are extremely familiar with each other will have different body language/touch in areas where usually you wouldn't see friends touching each other", but that's not. Not a hand on the thigh. It's a hickey on the neck. I don't even know a more stereotypical placing for a hickey. But once again, are y'all mad because someone is pointing it out? Because that's not being delulu or even being a shipper, really, it's just commenting on something that was approved to be shown and discussed in something that was released BY THEM.

Are y'all mad at hybe for showing something that literally fell onto their hands? Cause like, unless someone (I'm counting on Jimin, since as we know Jungkook was busy spinning him round and round and had both his hands busy) called at hybe headquarters to say "yo bang pd substitute, is it okay if I give my friend jk here a hickey? Cause he's being really annoying rn and he has to pay", I highly doubt anyone expected Jungkook to come to rehearsal all neatly marked up. Or idk, maybe someone at hybe asked them "we need Jungkook to come in with a hickey but refuse to say it's a hickey, so that fans will feel reeeeally served." That sounds perfectly plausible too. Or a good marketing strategy.

Now, if you're a big company and your objective is to have some footage of the rehearsals for a concert, and the fandom is too good at noticing stuff for their own good, and one of your artists comes in with a very visible mark, and he and his bff bropal4lyfe come n with a story about how they were playing and a bite happened, you've got three choices: 1. Cut the artist out of aaaaalll the footage. Someone would have noticed the "bite mark" anyway, you best believe that. If you don't want anyone to notice it, you gotta cut him in most of the footage where it's visible. 2. Keep the hickey, discard the explanations. You could do that, but also it would feel a lot more unfaithful to everyone involved. Also they clearly worked their ass off to invent an explanation, come on! They truly tried to do their best inventing something that was not "it's a mosquito bite", they should get some credit! 3. Keep the bite, keep the explanation.

Notice how none of these solutions include the biting never happening because... They couldn't prevent it? The only thing they have any control over is how they're framing each "accident". And that's not an easy job.

I applaud you, people on the editing team.

So... On whom should we cast the blame now? Ah, yes, I think it's finally time for the ultimate scapegoat of this fandom: Jimin. Which is funny, cause... You know... If this were really about privacy, or being "victims" of shipping... This should be about freeing him too, you know? But obviously Jimin does it for attention, while Jungkook, poor angel that he is, doesn't even know what shipping is.

Furthermore, don't we all know how much Jimin imposes himself in Jungkook's life? To the point where he, multimillionaire man feels compelled to share a car with Jimin even if they're both late in the process. And can't you see how uncomfortable he is, draping himself over Jimin, making Jimin drap himself over him?

Oh lordy, truly such an awful eight years Jungkook spent, choosing to have vacations with someone who made him uncomfortable, spending free time with him, even having to suck his ear in public to the point you can see his saliva just because Jimin was sad :( truly an all-around bad time for Jungkook, as evidenced by alllll those times when he said Jimin was pretty, cute, and all-around knowing every little thing about Jimin. I absolutely concur, the dude would be so much more happy if jimin was not in his life.

Did that sound weird and absolutely ridiculous and a really absurd joke? Because that's what y'all sound like to me. Like. Jungkook is out there living his best life, getting hickeys and showered in affection and y'all paint him as a fucking martyr??? I'm sure he's really truly desperate that Jimin holds him in such high regards 😭😭😭 I can see him suffering whenever he starts doing his own serendipity rendition 😭😭 and when he claimed you are me, I am you as his and Jimin's only 😭😭😭 I cannot believe this poor baby 😭😭😭

I've reached a point where every time I hear this stuff I laugh because the levels of twisting reality when it comes to jikook are extraordinary, Jungkook will have a literally blissed out face and people will cry in outrage.

But coming back to my point: let's pretend you're not mad at Jimin and the possibility that jikook are dating: are y'all mad... At the hickey? Because at this point it seems like the only feasible solution. And if you are, do not worry: I'm sure Jungkook's skin was throughly healed by his boo. A kiss soothes even the worst pain, doesn't it?

#jikook #that freejk dumbassery

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Twelve Months - Good Omens fanfic

Happy 31st Anniversary of Good Omens! :D

To celebrate this momentous occasion, I have posted a slightly-sad, slightly-sweet Wake the Snake fic on AO3, because our demon has been napping for a whole Twelve Months, and sometimes Angel gets a little lonely!

Thank you all for another fantastic year in this fandom!

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Twelve months.

Aziraphale pushed open the door to Crowley’s flat, a simple shopping bag tucked under his arm.

The lights were still off, the curtains drawn in the awful empty room he called a study. Nothing had changed.

He passed through the enormous, rotating section of wall and into the solarium. This was still bright—many of the plants flourishing despite being unattended so long, despite clearly not having enough water. A few had started flowering. They waved their branches at him as he entered, perking up eagerly.

The angel waved back, but first he peeked into Crowley’s bedroom.

He was still where Aziraphale had left him, on his last visit a month before. Bright red hair spilled across black pillows, grown into a stringy mop. Duvet pulled up to his messily-bearded chin. One hand curled up beside him on the bed.

Still asleep.

With a sigh, Aziraphale crossed over to the plants, who greeted him excitedly, unfurling their newest leaves, a few vines hanging down to brush his face.

“Hello, my lovelies. How are you all doing? Look at you, grown at least a foot since I saw you, I’m sure. And you! What beautiful pink buds. Very impressive.”

He didn’t think Crowley would approve of how he spoke to the plants, but the poor things had been so distraught on his first visit, straining to keep upright, trying to hide their yellowing leaves. So much healthier now, much happier for just a bit of attention. He picked up the watering can and gave them all a quick splash. He didn’t know how much water each needed, but it didn’t seem to matter.

“You keep it up, dears. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Picking up his shopping bag again, Aziraphale headed down the hall to the kitchen. The kettle sat on the island where he’d left it, and he quickly refilled it and set it to boil. While he waited, he pulled his latest creations from the bag: a small pumpkin spice cake from a recipe he’d been perfecting since fall, a lemon coconut cake, and a few apple cinnamon muffins.

Two plates—a muffin for each, a slice of the coconut cake for himself and the pumpkin spice for Crowley.[1] The rest went into the refrigerator, where they would never go bad or stale.

Aziraphale put the plates onto a tray, along with forks and napkins. Next he found two mugs and pulled the little tin of his second-favorite tea out of the bag just as the kettle boiled.

For himself, a teaspoon of the expertly blended leaves, steeped for exactly three minutes, resulting in a pale brown tea with a slightly spicy aroma. For Crowley, he dropped a tea bag into boiling water and let it sit until it was almost black.[2]

He carried the tray back to the solarium and selected a bright red-and-gold tulip that was nearly vibrating in its eagerness to be noticed. A moment to assure the other plants that they were still doing fabulously—particularly a self-conscious little succulent that had rather drooped over the winter but was making a fine recovery—and he once more headed into Crowley’s bedroom.

Crowley had rolled over, and now sprawled on his back, sleeping soundly. He’d apparently kicked a bit, too, as the blanket had slid down past his stomach. Aziraphale smiled as he set the tray on the chair he’d brought in some months ago and got to work.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, dear,” he started cheerfully, carefully rearranging the objects on the little bedside table. “I have a few things for you again, I hope you don’t mind.” Just enough space to slide the mug and the little plate. Perfect.

“I received a package from Tadfield again. Everyone wrote a note and then gathered them all together, really quite clever. They’re all doing well, if a bit bored.” The table was nearly overflowing with little items now, brought in by Aziraphale to cheer the place up. Framed pictures of their human friends, quarantining with their families, clustered in one corner so tightly you could hardly see them anymore.

He pulled the latest out of the shopping bag. “Anathema has started a garden,” he explained, pausing to show the photograph to Crowley’s sleeping form. It showed the witch, kneeling outside her little cottage, working on growing several rows of herbs. “I got the impression she was off to a rough start, but she hopes to send us some mint in the next package. Although Newt warned me not to expect too much, as they’d already forgotten which patch is mint and which is oregano.” He set the picture with the others, and slid the potted tulip alongside it. “I’m sure she could use some advice from you, when you’re ready to share.”

“Nnnnh.” Aziraphale spun eagerly, but no, just Crowley shifting in his sleep again, rolling onto his side.

The angel paused to pull the duvet back up to Crowley’s chin, tugging it straight and smoothing a hand down his back. In a way, his friend was nearly unrecognizable, with that hair and ridiculous beard, but in another way looked the same as ever. That was always Crowley’s way, of course, constantly changing yet somehow always the same.

He lingered, taking in the shape of that face, leaning close, lips hovering above his cheekbone—

Aziraphale pulled back, quickly digging into his bag again. “Oh! Ah, the, um, the children have been making projects for their art class. This past month was sculpture, and they sent us some. Look!” He pulled out four little figures of oven-baked clay. “Ah, young Wensleydale has made a very clever model of a train car. Brian’s is…abstract.” He turned the next a few different ways. “And Pepper’s is, ah, either a very complex symbolic representation of the Patriarchy, or…a troll, I think.” They just fit on the edge of the table, all in a line, a very mismatched tableau. The fourth, on the end, was the best, in Aziraphale’s opinion. “Adam made a little Dog, and it’s very well done, don’t you think?” The canine figure posed with one leg raised and head cocked, ready to play, but the shadow it cast was just a little too large, too ominous, for such a small creature.

With a sigh, Aziraphale shifted the row this way and that. “I sent a letter to Warlock, over in America, but haven’t heard back since Christmas. I believe they’re very busy with something. Politics. You know how it is.” When the Dowlings had left England, they’d planned to return for a visit the following summer. A global pandemic had had other ideas.

“In any case, that just leaves Tracy and Shadwell. I understand he’s decided to hate the concept of literacy this month, so no word on how his war with the squirrels is going. And Tracy has declared she will spend the summer making a fairy garden. I thought her sketches looked very promising, and she promised to send us an update in June. I’m sure you’ll find it charming.”

“Hrrrrm.” Crowley sank under the duvet, nestling down a little deeper. Aziraphale smiled, settling into the chair with his plate and mug.

“Things are loosening up again,” he explained, taking a bite of cake. Delicious, if he said so himself. Sharp and not too sweet. “People are getting vaccinated, shops opening up. It’s really a lovely breath of fresh air, at least when you’re not wearing a mask.” A long sip from his mug, then he held it, fingers tapping. “It’s been nice walking through the park again, just in time for the baby ducks. And that record shop at the corner, they’ve had some wonderful new additions. Which reminds me.”

Putting aside his mug, Aziraphale dug through the bag again and pulled out a handful of square plastic cases. “They had a whole shipment of those little records the Bentley likes. Modern music. I picked out the ones with the rudest names. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.” He pulled out the first disc and placed it atop Crowley’s phone. The device blinked in confusion a few times, then obediently copied all the music.

“Of course, it’s not all good news.” He stacked the rest of the discs atop the phone and returned to his tea. “Reopening means the customers are coming back. Yesterday, this one individual spent almost an hour browsing the same three shelves. And then he tried to make off with one of my books.” Another long sip. “Granted, he offered to pay, but still. What sort of establishment does he think I’m running?”

Aziraphale paused, waiting for Crowley to respond, not that he ever did. The demon’s eyelids moved a little, but no more.

Sighing, Aziraphale turned to his muffin. “You know, many times in the last year, I’ve wished you were there. Particularly during reopening phases. You could have posed as a customer, and then I’d be able to tell people I was at the capacity limit. Oh, and the people who would call to try and buy my rarest books. Collectors, or so they claimed, but then they just turn around and sell to anyone for twice the price! I’m sure you’d have some biting things to say about such people.” He smiled at Crowley’s sleeping face. “I’ve missed that, and your jokes. Rather more than I expected to.”

When his plate and tea were finished, Aziraphale set them on the floor and reached again into the bag. “Now, I have been attempting to teach my computer how to use the internet. I think it’s going quite well. Adam and his friends gave me a ‘homework assignment’ to find articles on recent news events, and I made the most wonderful discovery. Did you know that humans now share their news through humorous pictures? I printed out my favorites to show you.”[3]

He flicked through a few. “Ah, to start with, a few months ago there was this American politician with amusing mittens who showed up everywhere for a few days. It was extremely droll.” He leaned closer, holding them up for Crowley to see. “Ah, a few more from America. The murder hornets arrived, though by that point everyone had forgotten them. The election became increasingly confusing, and it all ended in a parking lot. For a little while everything was ‘This-or-That Total Landscaping,’ and before that everything was cake.” He showed a few extremely clever illusions. “I did try to make my own, but couldn’t manage it without miracles, which I felt was cheating.”

Really, leaning like this was starting to strain his back. Aziraphale shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, the better to share his pictures. “Ahhh. Also for a time everyone’s calendars were stuck on ‘March.’ And then earlier this year, a group of people learned how the stock market works, but sadly not how to spell it. The whole situation seemed very much like the sort of thing you’d be involved in. And…Oh, this angel from a television show was sent to Hell for…reasons.” He glanced at the shape beside him. Crowley had curled in slightly, pressing against Aziraphale’s back. “Yes. Various reasons. And then this musician, I suppose, went on his own. Both had many people extraordinarily upset.”

The next few images would really tickle Crowley, if he could actually see them. “The biggest news is that a large ship got stuck sideways in that canal in Egypt. Stopped half the world’s shipping for a few days while they dug it out! I’m sure you would have liked that very much. Exactly your sort of trouble. The humans were all very excited.”

The final photo was another of the ship, an image Aziraphale had made himself, printing out a blank version and writing on it in felt-tip pen. The hull of the enormous ship was labeled, “An eternity putting up with the tedious bureaucracy and frequently conflicting commands of my superiors until I begin to doubt my own judgement and sanity,”[4] while the small digger working steadily beside it was “Crowley.”

Aziraphale watched the demon beside him, not really expecting a reaction, certainly not getting one. He reached over, brushing brilliant hair back from Crowley’s forehead. “I think you’d have had rather a lot of fun last year. Or perhaps you’d have been upset you could only watch from a distance. Or…”

He’d leaned much closer than he’d intended, hovering just above Crowley’s forehead.

“Well!” Aziraphale stumbled to his feet. “I suppose that’s just about everything.” He picked up the tray from where he’d rested it on the floor, starting to re-load it with everything he’d brought in. Crowley’s cake and tea sat untouched, as always, but Aziraphale wouldn’t dream of skipping them. “We’re all very optimistic for the summer. Two months and everything should be just…just tickety-boo. Perhaps we can go for that picnic soon, if…yes…”

They’d made such plans for 2020. All the things they would do now they were free. Plans, and other thoughts carried in their minds, possibilities that would play out in their own time. Not too fast, just a slow, steady exploration of everything they could be…

“Well. Pleasant as that idea is, best not to—to plan too much, as the previous year made fools of us all. I just…” He turned away from the tray and watched Crowley sleep, hands clasped before him. “I miss you terribly. And I wish…very much…”

He picked up his shopping bag. One item still inside. The same one he’d been carrying for months, trying to find the courage to bring it out.

With a shaking hand, he reached in and drew forth a soft hand-made doll. He’d spent much of the winter on it. Simple white cotton for the head and body, wooly curls for the hair, and stiff white lace for the wings. Dressed in waistcoat and bowtie made from Aziraphale’s favorite tartan.

He still wasn’t sure why he brought it. He’d stitched several little toys, particularly a lovely black-and-red serpent with gold button eyes that had watched him from the sofa since November. But this, for reasons he couldn’t articulate, this one was for Crowley.

“I, ah…” He shuffled closer, doll clutched in both hands. “I made, um…” Back to the edge of the bed, one hand fumbling across the duvet. “…thought you might like…”

Crowley’s face stood out in stark contrast to the pillow, pale skin and bright hair. Aziraphale wanted to drink it in, memorize every detail, to hold him over until next month. The curve of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones. His lashes flickering as his eyes moved. His lips, pursed ever so slightly…

“Bless it, Angel, are you going to kiss me or not?”

Aziraphale gasped, pulling back from the bright gaze of slit-pupil eyes. “You—you’re awake!”

“Nnnh. Half.” Crowley shifted, head moving across the pillow, eyes threatening to shut again. “Wouldn’t miss your visit.” One hand reached out, plucked the doll from Aziraphale’s unresisting fingers. “For me?”

The angel nodded. “If…if…you like it…or I could—I could just…”

Without a word, Crowley pulled the doll under the duvet and curled up, tucking it under his chin, a faint smile on his lips.

“If you were awake you—you should have said something! I’ve been going—going off like a fool all this—oh!” Aziraphale could feel his face turning hot as he recalled a few times his tongue had been a bit too loose for propriety.

“Mmmmmh.” The golden eyes were shut again.

“Crowley?” No response. “Crowley!” Aziraphale scowled. “Anthony J. Crowley, if you’ve fallen asleep again, I swear, I’ll—”

He’d do what? The angel fumed, but what could he really threaten? To stay away? Never.

“Alright then, I suppose I’ll see you in June. I’ve had several new requests for extremely rare manuscripts and I need to go pen some responses reprimanding these vultures for their cheek. I can—”

“You can stay.”

He spun around. Crowley had one eye barely cracked open. Gently, he pulled back the duvet, showing there was just enough space for Aziraphale beside him.

“I…I couldn’t.” But he stepped forward, not back. “I have business tomorrow, things to—”

“Just tonight then.”

His fingers brushed the mattress and pulled back as if burned. “You—you don’t really mean this, you’re just talking in your sleep.”

“Nah.” Crowley settled the doll by his pillow, making space. “Why else would I give you my key?”

“I…to…water the plants?”

“They take care of themselves.” Crowley held open his arms, eyes shut once more. “I missed you, too.”

Well. What could he say to that?

Aziraphale took off his shoes and slid into bed, into Crowley's arms. They wrapped around him gently as Crowley wriggled closer. “Mmmm. Y’r softer than the doll.”

“Oh.” He’d been called soft many times, generally as a way to imply he was a failure as an angel. But just this once, it made him feel rather pleased. “Soft is good?”

“Verrrry good.” Crowley twisted a bit, trying to find a comfortable way to rest his long limbs, and finally settled curled up against Aziraphale’s chest, tucked below the angel’s chin with a leg hooked over his knees.

The angel smiled. “And you’re…you’re noodlier than a stuffed snake. Err…”

A chuckle, just a stirring of breath across his throat. “Can’t wait to hear the story behind that.” Crowley nuzzled against his shoulder with a sigh. “Good night, Angel.”

Aziraphale swept the brilliant hair back again and bent down, pressing his lips to Crowley’s forehead. A soft, gentle kiss that made his friend smile a little more broadly. “Good night, my dear.”

Crowley drifted off again, burrowing close, as the angel continued to gently tease the back of his hair. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps tomorrow's work wasn't so very urgent. Perhaps a bit of rest would do him good. And perhaps...

Well. Don't plan too much. But for the first time, Aziraphale felt a bit of optimism about the coming summer and its possibilities.

“Sleep well, Crowley.”

[1] Crowley had invented pumpkin spice, and Aziraphale assumed he must like it. In truth, Crowley despised it, and regretted every autumn how it took over the entire world. He missed apple cider season. [2] Aziraphale had suspected since the early 1950s that Crowley secretly took his tea with several lumps of sugar, but would continue to pretend he didn’t know until Crowley confessed. Considering current circumstances, that was unlikely to be any time soon. [3] Aziraphale’s fax machine, revived after over three decades of disuse, had been somewhat confused to be asked to perform any task at all, much less to print memes onto photo paper with perfectly balanced color; but like the plants and Crowley’s phone, it couldn’t stand to disappoint the angel. [4] It was possible he hadn’t quite mastered this new form of communication.

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[hokeytheelf]

Blackinnon, a measured response.

Would update if more discussions comes out. This post is not for a specific person. If the statement doesn’t apply to you, do not take it personally.

If you think Blackinnon is homophobic, think again!

Here are the facts: yes, Blackinnon is fanon. yes, we are a small community. yes, it’s heterosexual. But does that mean we hate queer ships?  No.

Some may think,  “Marlene Mckinnon is not even a background character, why on earth does people ship it? They must be homophobic.” This may be a little shocking, but accusing someone of being homophobic just based on what they ship is an act of denigration. You’re just putting hate on other people’s mouth to make them your foe, even if they have no intentions to be so.

We can ship blackinnon and wolfstar or dorlene. Some of blackinnon shippers actually believe those can co-exist. So what is the problem?  We can ship wolfstar or dorlene and not blackinnon or the other way around. It’s really based on taste and what they’ve read. 

Shipping a straight ship is not an act of homophobia, nor does it make you straight. I could be gay or bi and ship blackinnon. It’s not a hard concept to understand.

I know a lot of people who hate blackinnon rant because they have a passion for their own ship, and I don’t blame them. You can ship whatever you want. But is it really necessary to bring other ship down?

If you have the need to rant and hate about a certain ship, make sure you use the anti tag. If you knew about the tag but still refuse to use it, you’re just writing rants to belittle other people in your favor. Doesn’t sound very accepting.

read more about my points on Blackinnon and sexuality from previous discussions here (x) 

Seriously, though, WHY do people ship it? 

If you genuinely want to know, then ask the person who ship them. I can’t speak on behalf of all the Blackinnon shippers because they ship it for different reasons. Some ship it for their dynamic, from the fanfics they’ve read, from the headcanons, from their view of Marlene, from their view of Sirius and many more.

For me personally, I ship them for two reasons. Their character dynamics throghout almost all the fanfics i read and, because in my mind wolfstar couldn’t work because of Sirius’s insensitivity for Remus throughout the books (i.e. The Prank, him liking the full moon, giving his riches to harry, his suspicion, etc.), and Frankly i think Remus deserves better. Shockingly, that’s just my opinion. And I have no problem with people not agreeing, but that’s what I concluded when I read the books. and the idea of Sirius having someone is nice you know? The flexibility of Marlene’s character is very inviting for everyone because they have their own interpretations.

Someway or another, you should accept that people have different opinions and interpretation. If you think blackinnon is unbelievably bad, then you do you. Doesn’t mean you have to leave a hate-post on their tag, nor should you blame them for shipping stuff they like.

Blackinnon is a very small ship. And if you hate it, you shouldn’t even bother commenting, responding, or ranting. It just makes people defend it, really. Some people love this ship and you’ve gone out of your way to make them feel bad about themselves. Why?

Marlene McKinnon is not even a a proper character

Here are the facts about Marlene McKinnon: Her name means star of the sea, she is a member of the order, her name is mentioned in Lily’s letter to Sirius, Sirius pointed at her in the movies.

A person that we know Sirius is at least acquainted/friends with makes her a blank canvas. As we all know, Sirius has no romance life in canon, so our options are very minimal. 

There are people who ship Sirius with Caradoc, Benjy, Dorcas, Mary, Gideon, Fabian, and so much more. There are less hate for them compared to blackinnon and here’s why: Marlene McKinnon seemed to be in the spotlight because she is second to Remus in terms of possible pair for Sirius. That’s it.

Some Blackinnon shippers like blackinon because Marlene is practically a walking OC. She can be whatever you want.

 But people tend to focus on the fact that she’s female. Putting that aside, Marlene is an absolute blast to read. Yes, she’s mentioned only a few times, but the whole point of Blackinnon is the possibility. Isn’t that always the case for fanon ships?

Understand the hate towards Blackinnon

When I first dive into Blackinnon years ago, all I see is hate thrown at them. The hate hasn’t stop, whether it’s from private messages or from hate-post.

The conversations I have with fellow Blackinnon shippers usually consist of the same things, “Why don’t they just leave us be?” and till this day I still wonder.

I’ve done my research, and really I wanted the results to be different. 

There are many many many ships out there, using incest, pedophilia, or other stuff, and shockingly, it receives less hate from people. Doesn’t that beg the question? 

Do people hate it because they simply dislike it or are they hating it because they have biased opinions about other ships. The truth is, (I’m going to unfilter- god protect me from hate messages) Blackinnon received a lot of hate because it’s the opposite of wolfstar. It’s straight. It’s not Remus. The audacity of people shipping Sirius with a person other than Remus! It’s the same argument for Remadora hate. More than 70%  (not all ) of the people who hate on blackinnon and remadora, I observe, is from wolfstar shippers. (Yes, I counted it. I am a math god, and in need of a job)

People don’t have as much of a problem for Sirius/Mary, Sirius/Dorcas, Sirius/ Benjy, Sirius/Hermione etc. They have a problem with Blackinnon and Remadora (I wonder why).  I’ll say it again, Marlene McKinnon seemed to be in the spotlight because she is second to Remus in terms of possible pair for Sirius.

Hating other ship to make your ship appear better is.... to be honest, understandable. But to tell you the truth, It doesn’t change a thing.

It doesn’t make me hate my ship. If your intentions on writing hate post is to receive approval from other people, I suggest you search for something else than the topic of hatred.

But, again, if you have the need for the feeling of satisfaction of speaking your opinion of something you passionately hate, then use anti-tag. It’s not so hard.

***CONCLUSION***

At the end of the day we have so much love for these characters, and our biases is only for ourselves. Can’t we just agree  that although we love Harry Potter, we can also love different characters throughout the books/movies? There are communities for everything, focus on the community you love, not the community you hate.

If you got offended throughout reading his post, I’m sorry. But let me clear things up, I do not hate wolfstar, queer-ships, etc. I just like blackinnon, as simple as that. This doesn’t prove that I’m straight, or bi, or anything. It’s just what I like. This post is a defense and obviously not a hate-post. What I ask of you is just to leave blackinnon (and remadora) alone. Thank you.

I am doing this measured response so I don’t have to re-write everything every time people leave hate-posts. If you receive this from a link in the comments, thank you for taking the time, and remember that it’s not meant for you specifically. Disclaimer: Do not share this to people in anti tag.

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