#really embracing the multi fandom way

[queerolddad]

Unconventional Methods, Pt. 1 || an E/C mini comic

In order to ascend, you must first succumb…🕯️

#Yes that’s right I do phantom of the opera fanart now what of it #really embracing the multi fandom way #this is part one of idk how many #will get e x p l i c i t #phantom of the opera #phanart #phantom #poto #erik/christine #poto e/c #erik destler #christine daae #my art #poto comic #unconventional methods comic

[imthebadguyyy]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

pairing : charles leclerc x reader

fandom : f1

synopsis : you're the only female driver on the f1 grid, and have a secret relationship with ferrari's golden boy.

warnings : smut, sexual innunedo, comments made about body weight.

a/n : multi part series!! basically will be a slow build up to how their relationship gets exposed lol I hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

the soft rustle of the white linen under your skin lulled you into sleep, eyes heavy with exhaustion and hours of activity, the drawn curtains protecting your eyes from the harsh rays of sunlight that just moments ago had you whining to Charles to draw them.

Speaking of, Charles was bustling around, oddly energetic, considering the strenuous activities the both of you had engaged in hours ago.

groaning softly, you stretched like a cat, sighing in contentment as your muscles awoke. charles approached you mid stretch, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips.

the onslaught of affection made you giggle, and you tugged him down for a morning cuddle. charles laughed, giving in to you, wrapping his arms around you. the spanish sun streamed in, coating the both of you in a warm glow that had you snuggling closer to him, inhaling the deep scent of the sauvage perfume he had sprayed to the red and black ferrari team shirt he had changed into.

he sighed in contentment too, fingers gently stroking your hair, working through the tangles and knots, probably a result of his own hands laced through your hair, guiding you down when you had gone down on him.

"you slept well?" he enquired, fingers gently stroking your hair. "mmhmm" you mumbled, your own fingers dancing across his clad chest, slowly tracing up to his arms and drawing little flowers and shapes.

charles shivered at the feeling, heart fluttering in his chest as he took in the sight of you in his arms.

the ringing of your alarm broke the sweet silence and tranquility of the room, and you sighed, moving out of the warm embrace to turn off the alarm and drag your body out of bed.

"gotta get ready" you mumbled, still rubbing sleep from your eyes, yawning as you made your way to the bathroom.

"i hope I didn't tire you out before media day, cherie" charles teased, combing his hair in front of the mirror.

"oh shush" you mumbled through a mouth full of mint toothpaste.

"no but really cherie, i hope you slept well?" he asked, genuine concern laced in his voice.

you felt your heart melt, still getting used to how sweet and endearing your boyfriend was. "I promise im okay charles, besides, there is no way i would say no to a night like last night" you said, throwing him a smirk.

he laughed, taking out your McLaren t shirt and keeping it on the bed for you.

oh yeah, you happened to be the second driver for McLaren, and the only female driver on the grid.

being on opposing teams did little to stop you and charles from getting together, albeit in secret because you wanted to be discreet, and keep your relationship to yourself.

you looked at yourself at the mirror, rolling your eyes at the dark hickeys littered across your neck and collarbone, biting back a smile as you recalled the night before, charles hot lips pressing to your delicate skin, sucking harshly to create dark marks on your skin.

"charles marc herve perceval leclerc! look what you've done to me! i look like a fucking giraffe!" you whined and charles burst into giggles.

"desole, mon amour, i just lost control, you looked absolutely gorgeous, you still do" he said and you mentally awed at how sincere he was.

"thats alright, fenty beauty is the best match and wham! all gone" you said, concealing the marks to the best of your ability.

you walked back out, pulling on your jeans and your team t shirt, spraying yourself liberally in perfume. it was something you'd decide to start doing ever since becoming an f1 driver and having immensely long days.

just as you pulled on your sneakers, charles pulled you into his chest, earning a squeal of laughter from you.

"charles! what are you doing?" you laughed, letting your arms wrap around his torso, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he pressed the gentlest kiss to your neck.

"im just enjoying my girlfriend for as long as I can before I must hide my love for her from the world" he said dramatically, littering your neck with even more kisses, but each time he pressed more force to your neck, tongue darting out to lick each kiss, before gently letting his teeth sink into your neck.

you felt your heartbeat rise, and a second heartbeat arise between your legs, a warmth spreading through your body as a soft moan left your lips.

"charlie, not now.. we'll get late and my press officers will kill me if I'm late again" you whimpered, making absolutely no effort to pull away from him.

"just give me ten minutes amour, thats all i need" he whispered and you found yourself giving in, knowing that he was more than capable of making you cum in the limited time.

you let your head fall back as he sunk down to his knees, spinning you around and hoisting you up onto the table in your room.

his hands made their way to your jeans, unbuttoning them in a haste, letting them pool around your ankles.

your hands found home in his hair, tugging it harshly, not caring about the fact that he would not have time to fix it before you both had to rush.

charles looked up at you, green eyes flashing at you, before he gave you a little wink.

"such a cassanova" you moaned out, sarcastic even as charles tongue licked up your thighs, hand reaching for your underwear.

"behave cerise" he warned and you shut up, head leaning back in pleasure when his tongue finally made contact with your pussy.

you were definitely going to be late.

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charles jogged into the paddock, hair mussed up and eyes slightly dazed as he made his way to the ferrari garage. he had decided that you would go first, since he was less likely to get in trouble for being late.

he brushed his hands through his hair, although the poor attempt did little to tame the wild mess of hair.

"finally, where were you?" carlos asked, the spaniard throwing his teammate a charming smile.

"my alarm didn't go off and I slept in" charles said, the little white lie rolling off his tongue in all its practised perfection.

"mm sure" carlos replied. he had long suspected that charles had a secret girlfriend, but being the gentleman that he was, had decided better than to prod. if charles wanted him to know, he would tell him.

"who are we paired with for media?" he asked, putting on a cap to hopefully calm down his wild hair.

"alex, lewis, pierre, checo, valterri, y/n and you are together, im with max, fernando, lando, yuki, george and zhou" he said, pulling on a cap of his own.

charles hid a smile, happy at the prospect of getting to spend time with you.

"so you had sex" carlos said matter of factly as the two of them made their way to the press rooms, both waving at tifosi as they went. the cheers for carlos were extra loud since it was his home race.

"um i didn't say that" charles chuckled, waving as he saw a little girl with a teddy wearing a ferrari shirt.

"you don't have to mate, i can see a scratch on the back of your neck and your hair is a mess, you also look a little drunk but not from alcohol" carlos stated non-chalantly, making his way up the stairs.

"alright fine but I'm not saying who" charles said. he trusted carlos but he couldn't risk the paddock finding it because he knew it would be you facing the repercussions and not him. he had heard lots of stories from you on how you had to endure all sorts of stories and questions on how you had managed to sleep your way to f1, and how you had special connections with people, and he did not want the headlines to be accusing you of getting a seat by sleeping with him, when in reality you had met each other after you joined formula 1 in williams.

"thats okay you don't have to. but you look like you had a wild night" the spaniard laughed as charles blushed, his cheeks staining a soft cherry rouge.

"yes I did now please don't talk about my sex life in front of so many cameras" he begged, as they split up to go their different rooms.

making his way, he found you seated next to lewis, an empty spot right beside you, at the very end of the couch.

lewis smiled at charles, beckoning him to come and join the both of you.

when lewis turned to valterri who was on his left, charles threw you a subtle wink, which had you holding back an eye roll and biting your cheek to keep yourself from giggling.

alex turned to chat with the three of you for a while and valterri joined in too. you were interrupted by your press officers telling you they'd be staring the questions soon and you all settled in, and you prayed you'd get decent questions this time.

"so welcome everyone to the circuit de barcelona catalunya, for the spanish grand prix. we are joined by lewis hamilton, sergio perez, alex albon, pierre gasly, valterri bottas, charles leclerc and y/n l/n" and the questions started, with the first one going to lewis.

you found yourself zoning out a little, while the others answered questions about race conditions and alex's experience with a fan who tried to steal his M and M's.

you found yourself laughing at the story, unable to suppress giggles at alex's animated story telling.

"right, well the next question is for y/n" said another reporter, a young man with blonde hair in a sharp suit offered you a smile and you smiled back.

"y/n, there's been some talk about your weight and how it might affect your performance on the track, since you seemed to have put on a little after the winter break and testing. can you comment on that?" he said, completely calmly.

you were stunned.

you weren't quite sure if you had heard it correctly. around you, you could hear the reporters murmuring, and see the obvious anger and discomfort on everyone's faces around you. lewis gave you a look that said "should I speak up for you?" but you shook your head a little.

before you could answer, an angry voice filled the room.

"how dare you ask her a question like that? enough with these ridiculous questions about her weight! we're here to race, and her skills behind the wheel are what matter. if anyone doubts her abilities, they're in for a surprise on the track. it's time to move past these stereotypes and give credit where it's due – y/n is a fierce competitor and belongs here just as much as any of us. she has already done podiums and could do a win soon too with how quick she has been. all you do is ask stupid questions to a woman who has paved the way for others and I find it ridiculous, c'est très irrespectueux." charles spoke up, his usually calm demeanor ruffled.

you felt tears rise to your eyes, not expecting him to speak up, and you swore you'd never been more in love with charles.

distinctly, you heard lewis chime in, a deep frown in his forehead as he reprimanded the reporter for asking such a question.

"seriously? we're in a room full of talented racers, and you choose to ask a question like that? y/n is here because of her skill, determination, and hard work, not her weight. it's about time we focus on the racing, where she's more than capable of holding her own. let's leave these outdated notions behind and give credit where it's deserved." lewis said calmly, not showing how angry he was.

valterri and pierre spoke up as well, but you found your eyes drawn to charles, watching how his eyes, usually sparkly and bright held anger in them, a fire burning behind them. his fists were balled up, nostrils flaring as he tried to calm down.

charles knew that sylvia would be mad at him and his press officers would have to do some damage control but he hated how the reporters diminished the talent of the love of his life.

the both of you looked at each other, love and gratitude in yours and love and apologies in his.

as soon as it was over, you walked off, not wanting to talk to anyone else.

you decided to make your way over to your drivers room and almost successfully made it there, when you felt charles grab you as you walked past the ferrari hospitality.

he dragged you to his own room, eyes still filled with rage and hurt.

the moment it was the two of you inside the room, charles turned to you, one hand gently stroking your cheek while the other rested on your wait, and then he started talking, "mon coeur, i just want to apologise to you for having to deal with these insensitive questions. it's frustrating to see you continually face these when we should all be celebrating your talent and achievements. you're an incredible driver and an even better person, and i love you so much. im so proud to stand beside you and be by your side and-"

you cut him off with a kiss, pulling him down by the neck to meet your lips. he pulled you impossibly closer to him, hands grippin you so tight you knew it would leave a soft mark.

his tongue pushed against yours urgently, but you broke apart, panting heavily, to kiss his cheek and whisper a soft "thank you"

charles guided the both of you to the door to make sure it was locked, before lifting you up to rest you against the wall.

before you knew it his lips were on yours again, pressing against them, hot and needy, and you kissed him back with an urgency, a need to thank him for sticking up for you.

"do you think I'm... im too big?" you murmured against his lips.

your words had him stopping, forehead resting against yours as he sighed.

"mon amour, ma chérie, ma douce fille, tu es parfaite telle que tu es. j'adore tout en toi et personnellement, je trouve ton corps parfait. je veux que tu saches que tu es absolument incroyable et parfaite à tous égards, et je t'aimerai toujours." my love, my darling, my sweet girl, you are perfect as you are. I adore everything about you and personally I find your body to be perfect. I want you to know you are absolutely amazing and perfect in every way and I will always love you.

your eyes filled with tears as his fingers gently caressed your tummy, before he started peppering kisses all over you.

"i love you charles" you whispered, voice breaking a little and he noticed, pressing a kiss to your nose.

"i love you too my love" he whispered back.

"let me show you how perfect you are ma jolie, ma tournesol" he whispered, carrying you back to his bed to lay you down with such gentility, as if you were going to smash into a thousand pieces if he was rough with you.

"please let me show you how perfect you are, comment puis-je te résister quand je te vois, à quel point tu es magnifique et comment tu es une déesse absolue sur terre. laisse-moi t'aimer et te montrer ma gratitude pour toi, mon amour." how I cannot resist you when I see you, how gorgeous you are and how you are an absolute goddess on earth. let me love you, and show you my appreciation for you my love he whispered and you gasped softly.

how you loved it when he sweet talked you in french.

you couldn't wait for the dirty talk to start.

"so fucking beautiful" he groans, admiring your body, as he drags your shirt off your body, followed by the jeans, tracing each and every one of your curves, your heart warming up at his tender touch as his gaze stares fervently into yours, with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes for you

his lips instantly reconnect with yours, finding home on your lips. his kiss is demanding, and just the right amount of rough, and when he slaps your ass softly, you moan giving his tongue an opening, allowing him to slowly slide into your mouth, tongue exploring every crevice.

"be quiet for me cherie, can't have everyone hearing my beautiful girl's sweet moans hmm?" he whispered against your ears, biting along the lobe.

his hand grabs a hold of your chin, holding you in place as your legs start to wrap around his waist, your fingers digging into his skin.

"charles" you moan breathlessly between his lips, and he begins to unclasp your bra, his fingers intertwining with both straps as pulls it down your arms, failing to break the kiss.

he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, licking around the bud before sucking on it. the simple motion was enough to have you moaning and whining against him, as his fingers teased the other nipple, flicking it repeatedly, and running the rough pad of his thumb over the pert nipple.

his name left your lips like a chant as your hips rutted against him of their own accord.

his right hand moving to play with your right nipple, twisting it, flicking it, pinching it before soothing it with a gentle motion of his thumb. he switched, mouthing and sucking your other nipple, instead, while his hand moved to your left, pulling harshly as he rolled the sensitive bud in between his fingers. you tried your best to stifle your moans, taking slight respite in the fact that the ferrari drivers rooms were a little soundproofed, your panties no longer damp but practically wet, threatening to drip down your legs as you clenched again, the arousal becoming painful. after finishing with your chest, charles kissed downwards, to your stomach, licking his way down to your hips. his green eyes met your own, as he moved his hand in between your thighs, feeling how wet you were, even when you weren't even fully exposed to him. he gently pushed your panties against your cunt, watching your pussy lips swallow the material and soak it with your arousal, the friction from the material making you gasp.

before you could grind against it, he pulled it off of you, letting it drop to the floor. he moved lower, arms trailing down your thoughts almost kneeling in front of you, "you look so good baby, all spread out for me. i love everything about your body mon amour.

i love these marks, i love your scars, i love every freckle and dot on your body," he murmured, fingers gently tracing the stretch marks on your tummy and thighs.

"do you want my tongue in your pretty pussy hmm?" he asked, as you nodded fervently. "words, cerise" he said, fingers gently tracing circles on your clit from outside your panties. "yes, yes I do please!" you whined, grinding against his finger.

and with that he moved in between your thighs.

with both hands, he pulled your knees even more apart, so he could fully face your quivering pussy watching as you pink hole repeatedly clenched and un clenched around nothing, shimmering with your own juices.

licking his lips, he leaned forward, feeling a carnal desire burst open within him. he kissed both your thighs, before looking up at you again. then he moved forward, pushing his pointer finger into you, swearing when your walls enveloped him. he pushed in till his knuckles, pumping up and down as your moans and groans of pleasure rang out above him, before shoving in a second finger, and then a third, the stretch making you throw your head back, you hair fanning out.

"so beautiful mon ange, all spread out like this. i can see all of you and you're the most beautiful person ive ever laid my eyes on" he groaned and you found yourself moaning event louder, till he brought one hand up to let you suck his fingers.

then he licked broad stripe up your pussy, still fingering you, before running his tongue up your slit repeatedly. using two fingers he spread you open, latching onto your clit, as you let out a scream of pleasure above him, arching your back even further. charles let out a choked groan at how good you tasted, almost as sweet and sour as a cherry, his favourite nickname for you, as he flicked the sensitive bud back and forth before sucking hard on it. his tongue repeatedly rolled your clit, before he took it into his mouth, lips enclosing around the bud. while his fingers continued thrusting into you, the band in your stomach threatening to snap, when his nose pressed against your clit, and when it nudged the sensitive button repeatedly, and he continued sucking your clit till you had tears streaming down your face from the ache of the pleasure.

his fingers and tongue worked in tandem, as you tightened above him, your thighs wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you let out a strangled moan of "oh god, oh my god, charles!", and before you knew it you had cum on his tongue, his tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm, licking up every last drop as you continued to quiver above him, body rocking out your orgasm.

you expected him to pull away, but he stayed, fingers still in you, looking up at you, and the sight of his nose and mouth, shimmering with your juices, was enough to nearly make you cum again, but as you tried to pull him up, he pushed your body back down, looking at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "no no no, mon coeur. i need to show you how much i love you and one orgasm won't do that" he said,and with that, he moved back down between your thighs, licking your pussy languidly a few times, before shoving his tongue back into you, this time, pulling your hips closer so you were nearly dangling off the edge of the bed, almost balancing on his face, your hands reaching down to pull his dark locks, legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer as he went back to sucking your clit again, the lewd sounds echoing in the room, as desperate moans of "charles! charles! oh my god, fuck, fuck, amour" left your lips, like a prayer, your head thrown back and chest heaving, nipples hardened against the cold air in the room. as if on cue, charles let his hand reach up to gently fiddle with your nipples, as your hips began to rut on his face, his nose deliciously nudging your clit again, and his fingers soon replaced it, flicking your clit with his finger and licking around it, till you were cumming again, with broken screams of his name leaving your lips.

he stood up, climbing up onto the bed to kiss you, and you tasted yourself on his lips.

"my beautiful girl. the most beautiful girl" he mumbled repeatedly against your lips.

climbing over you, he caressed your cheek softly, before pulling you in for a gentle kiss, which quickly became teeth and tongue, as he brought his cock closer to your entrance. he swiped it through your folds, running the tip over your clit continuously till you felt like you were gonna pass out from the combination of feelings you were experiencing. "please mon ange, please just fuck me, please!" you finally cried out, gasping when he pushed himself into you, finally filling you with what you always craved.

"my gorgeous girl has the most gorgeous pussy ever, so soft and pink" he groaned, slotting himself into you, thrusting his hips till he was in so deep it was as though he belonged there. as though he belonged inside you, as if he belonged with you forever.

he continued to snap his hips against yours, burying himself in you, mouth leaning down to suck your nipples again.

"m-more" you managed to stutter out. "can you handle more, mon bebe?" he asked, his gentility and sweetness peeking through. "yes, fuck yes, i can" you moaned, too drunk on the feeling of cock sliding in and out of your pussy. "d'accord cherie" he murmured.

without stopping the movement of his hips, he flipped you over onto your front, as you landed ungracefully on your front. "hands and knees" he commanded, still fucking you

the new angle was making stars burst forth in your vision.quivering, you moved onto your shaky knees and hands, as he gripped your waist from behind, pulling you back to meet his cock.

your incoherent moans of his name were fuel to his fire, and he reached around you to rub your clit roughly, collecting your arousal on his fingers, before stuffing his fingers in your mouth, prompting you to suck on them. you swirled your tongue around them, tasting yourself on his fingers again, as he moved your fingers in deeper, almost making you choke.

the feeling of him nearly fucking you in two was clouding your senses, the band in your tummy ready to snap again. behind you, increased the pace of his thrusts, using his other hand to pinch and rub your clit again, a high pitched groan leaving his lips as his orgasm rode up on him, but, being the gentleman that he was, he wanted you to cum first.

the harsh rubbing of his fingers on your clit and his cock ramming into your pussy, the squelch of sounds and your moans and groans filled the room, sweat dripping down your bodies and the smell of sex penetrating your nose.

when charles suddenly picked up the paxe and wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to restrict your airflow ever so slightly, you let out a high pitched moan, the feeling sending you into euphoria as your pussy gushed around him, charles hissed when you clenched on his sensitive cock, finally spurting his cum into you as well.

panting, you pulled apart, both of you collapsing on his bed.

"fuck that was-"

"insanely hot, insanely good, insanely perfect" you said, curling up into his side.

"thank you for supporting me my love" you whispered again, surprised at the tears filling your eyes.

"aw mon cherie, don't cry" he whispered, hands gently pushing your hair out of your face.

"i won't" you sniffled softly, letting out a watery laugh at the concern in his face.

"i love you so much" you mumbled, letting his soft humming lull you to sleep, not giving a damn about the fact that literally any moment McLaren would have a breakdown when they saw their star talent was missing.

but all you cared about in that moment was getting some time with the man you loved.

charles sighed in contentment as he looked down at you, dozing off in his arms.

in his daze he missed the footsteps making their way to the door.

neither of you missed the sharp rap of knocked against the door, making you jump out of your skin as carlos' voice came from the other end.

"cabron, we are needed for a meeting. can you open your door so i can get my extra shoes? i left them there by accident" he said and you froze.

"don't say a word" charles mumbled to you, gently getting up.

god, you were so fucked.

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a/n - will definitely make this a multi part series!! any comments feedback reblogs idea etc are always appreciated!! much love always 🩷

TAGS -

f1 : @ivegotparticulartaste @moon-enthusiast @superlegend216 @theonly1outof-a-billion

charles leclerc : @dark-night-sky-99

everything : @roslastyles420 @hopefulinlove @bluesongbird

to be added to the taglist send me an ask or a dm specifying which fandom 🩷

#charles leclerc #cl #cl16 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader smut #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc fanfiction #f1 fanfiction #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 drivers x reader #f1 drivers x reader smut #f1 drivers #f1 #formula 1

[spookberry]

Shadow High series 3 my new beloved

I didnt even like most of em until i saw them in person, but the knowledge that they'll probably never be in the show has my brain in a "well its free realestate" kinda mood

Random list of information cuz ive been plotting out friend dynamics and background lore

-i like to pretend Rainbow High/Shadow High are actually Rainbow University/Shadow University cuz im in art college Right Now and i think it makes more sense with the whole dorm room situation. And also major makes more sense than focus IMO

-I changed Pinkie's major from film to just undeclared. I think she eventually does land on Film. She just has a lot of interests! Her dream has always been to one day direct films, and I think she comes to love them even more while developing ideas her with the group as she winds up in a Director/Producer position for most of them. BUT also every time she takes a class in a different program she cant help but fall in love with that way of making art too. So she has a hard time picking for a while and changed her major a couple times before landing on Film.

-Pinkie and Berrie bond a lot over a shared interest in vocal synths (tho Berrie knows more about them than her).

-The two made Pinkie's vtuber model together!

-the fandom wiki says PJ is from germany?? Idk how canon that is tbh but ive decided to embrace it i guess

-Rooney's canon name is Scarlet Rose, but i thought it was kinda lame especially when Rosie Redwood is also in this line sooo I renamed her! Stuck to the color name puns tho. Mar Rooney. Maroon. Haha

-Speaking on her though i love that shes from texas and likes writing scifi mystery type stuff and that being said i just Know deep in my bones that she was a Voltron Legendary Defender fan and Keith was/is 100% her favorite. She has a continued fondness for mothman specifically cuz of this.

-PJ and Rooney actually talk about fandom and shows/movies ALL the time. They dont have a ton of overlapping interests, but where they do? The two literally never shut up.

-Rosie is such a random character, like outside of her design she feels very poorly considered. So I scrapped the cosmetology thing and made her an illustrator instead! I think it works better with her love of making art in nature. I can see her being really into illustrated guide books. I think shes a bit snooty when it comes to art too. It takes being friends with other artists to become more open minded.

-I like the idea that Rosie is mainly friends with Rooney and Berrie ontop of that. The three of them often tag team storylines and how theyd interpret them into different mediums. Rosie will draw up a bunch of concept stuff while Rooney writes up a pitch bible and Berrie will start making shit move and throwing in her own ideas on camera angles and character designs.

-as an animation major Berrie was required to take a sound design class early on, which is where she met Oliver! Hes very laid back, and likes to go with the flow, but functions a little like the "mom" of the group. Often reminding the girls to take breaks, drink water, stop looking at their screens lest they get eye strain etc. He's multi-talented tbh but Music is his one true passion and he likes how the girls are always giving him collaboration opportunities.

-Oliver and Rosie like to talk sports a lot, both having played a bunch when they were younger and throughout high school.

-Lavender Lynn is Oliver's number one "person who needs constant reminders to settle down" she is in a constant buzz of trying to get the best shots and is utterly obsessed with the process of artistic documentation. Everything must be documented.

-the whole school loves her for this actually, she has a whole side gig where other students hire her to help photograph their projects. She saves everything she earns from this for her future dream plans to visit paris. She has it set really, many of the artists who she helps photograph now will remain steadfast clients of hers forever onward.

-PJ and Lynn actually took a print media class together at one point. Which didnt at the time spark an everlasting friendship. But it did give PJ an easier in to ask for Lynn's help documenting a project the group was working on. One of Lynn's first times photographing them work happened to fall on a day where Rosie had planned to trick everyone into going on a nature walk sans devices... Lynn wound up really appreciating this outing and decided to continue hanging around the group even after that project had ended.

#shadow high #rainbow high #my art #fanart #i had to write down all my ideas just to get them outta my head #now im free

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Saw a zutara tagged post that went kinda like this:

“If you canon pairing feels threatened near some friendship relationship, than maybe you canon pairing is so shallow and this friendship is just so strong and romantic”.

I don’t need to specify that “canon pairing” here is kataang and “strong romantic friendship” is zutara, do I?

Meanwhile: every zutara fan plot that does not make Aang and Mai absolute monsters, have them either absent or dead. Because, I guess, zutara is such a strong pairing it has no problems with Katara and Aang’s or Zuko and Mai’s friendship… Zutarians, take your own medicine.

And again, they say that, yet I, who spent too much time watching people react to the show, can confirm that most people new fans are not only not into Zutara, lots of them are VERY confused as to why it's so popular and why so many fans INSIST there was ever a Aang/Katara/Zuko love triangle.

Zutara really is "a threat to the canon ships" solely on their large echo-chamber, and nowhere else - and I'm including the minds of sane zutara shippers when I say "nowhere else" because even though they like the ship, they don't lie to themselves about it being this universally loved thing that somehow snuck it's way into the show against the writers' wishes.

Also, this notion that fanon ships are only good if they "threaten" the canon ones is very weird and a result of Zutarians being desperate to keep the fandom ship wars alive even as nearly everyone else got sick of it well over a decade again. More than one potential pairing can be good at once - yes, even the rarepairs that only has five fans. People are allowed to like Zutara AND Kataang/Maiko - hell, people are allowed to want Zuko, Mai, Katara and Aang to all be in love which each other. Fandom folks need to stop being cowards and embrace multi-shipping already, dammit.

To quote a wise brazilian proverb "Se organizar direitinho, todo mundo transa" (If we set this up correctly, everyone gets laid)

Once again, if these people would just chill and enjoy their ship without trying to force it down everyone's throats, them and their pairing would not be so infamous and this blog would not exist, yet they just can't resist shooting themselves in the foot over and over again.

#anti zutara #pro kataang #pro maiko

[chuplayswithfire]

I'm going to be real y'all, the way that the fandom has embraced the idea that Ed needs a minder and a caretaker and someone to manage and guide him has much more to do with racism than it does to with anything on the show, because Stede has multiple on screen breakdowns and hallucinates a dead man for an entire episode, and yet no one is suggesting that he is incapable, in need of someone to be his minder, or out of control, and yet i can't shake a stick without seeing fics and posts and art about how Ed is so hapless or helpless or childish or unstable or out of control or all the above and needs Izzy or Stede or some other big strong white man to control him.

Ed has one on-screen breakdown, in the bathtub, established as a trauma-induced flashback resulting from the direct reminder of his greatest fear (murdering his father aka being a monster aka the kraken) while being pressured to reenact that trauma (aka murdering). Episode 10 can't even really be considered a breakdown considering he's in full control of himself and acting within the established character of "Blackbeard", the world's greatest pirate, the guy who people jump overboard to get away from on sight.

Please interrogate why you may feel more comfortable describing Ed as being out of control or needing caretaking and caregiving, when Stede is right there, having multiple flashback shutdowns, a multi-hour long hallucinatory episode, and at least two different breakdowns, while on the whole being far more emotionally turbulent, uncertain, and an acknowledged danger to the people around him.

Society encourages people to look more harshly at people of color, especially men of color. Please consider the ways that your headcanons, fanfics, fanarts, and fan theories could be contributing to that.

#ofmd #our flag means death #fandom fuckery #fandom racism

[your-local-grubdog]

Pikmin Fandom Monthly: February 2023

Welcome to the first edition of Pikmin Fandom Monthly! This is just a little monthly series I'd like to do where on the first day of each month, I share neat fan projects from the pikmin fandom made in the previous month! For this I will be focusing on creative projects (so no analysis or theories, at least for now). For this first edition, all entries will be ones that I have found and enjoyed but in the future I hope to have some that were recommended to me as well! (Most of these entries are from Tumblr as a result, oops.) No images or snippets will be posted to these: all entries will be links to where the artists have posted the original work!

Please feel free to leave suggestions in the comments about how to handle this series in the future and of what March 2023 works should be included in the next edition! Any creative pikmin fan work is welcome, so long as it was made during this March.

This will also be cross-posted to Pikmin Park!

With all that out of the way, here are our categories!

Multi-Page Fan Comics and Visual Ask Blogs

We only have one of these for this month, that being Pikmin x Weirdcore - a visual ask blog over on Tumblr! It's fairly surreal, but it's been a lot of fun thus far! Olimar, Louie, and the Koppaites have all crashed on PNF-404 (again) and have been separated (again). This time, however, it seems a beast that is other-worldly even to PNF-404 is after them now. Quick warning, the artist has stated that there will be violence, glitchy imagery, and body horror in this one!

Fan Art and One Page Comics

Aka the largest collection I've gathered this month!

Firstly is Professor Pikton by Buttery Cuties! A purple pikmin dressed up like Professor Layton to celebrate the upcoming games in both franchises, how cute!

Corromon drew this Olimin, which simply looks great! Poor Olimar certainly needs a hug, though.

Higgy also drew Olimar - two Olimars, in fact! The sketchy style and expressions are very pleasing to look at, and I adore his little boots.

Next up, Alph (rightfully) worries over Louie's eating habits in this short comic by Cirtus. The style closely resembles how the characters look in-game, which is a very nice cherry on top of how sweet and charming this two-panel comic is.

SparrowOvO drew this amazing art of a baby snagret sitting with a very spooked ice pikmin. I don't even know where to start with this one - the colors, lighting, texturing, and expressions are all just so good. This may easily be my favorite out of this month's fan art!

Zombunny drew three of our four new leaders with Oatchi! They're all so adorable, and this looks great (as for where our unnamed bald friend is, he is reportedly in jail for tax evasion, among other crimes. (For legal reasons, this is a joke.))

This next entry is apparently older art, but it wasn't posted until this February, so here's this really cool idea for a phosbat variant: the Beguiling Phosbat by vehemoth-phosbitch! This beautiful little beast can withstand sunlight and is based more so on the luna moth (and maybe the flying fox as well, but I may be wrong).

Louivi drew this gorgeous piece simply captioned as Smokey Progg. The colors, the textures, it's all so good an so very haunting. Perfect for the little horror that is the smokey progg in game!

And last but certainly not least is the only piece of fan art that didn't come from Tumblr: this beautiful art of all four of our new leaders hanging out, made by Porinu! They all look adorable, each with their own pose! I particularly like how our unnamed pink friend looks - she seems so curious and even innocent to a degree.

Fanfiction and Written Ask Blogs

Once again, I only have one piece for a category. This time, it is Safe in A Father's Embrace written by PiperRose90. This story may be very short, but it is also very sweet! Olimar must make sure that Louie and Alph will be okay for the night - they are practically his sons now, after all!

Other Works

Firstly is this amazing little sculpture of a pyroclasmic slooch by Tete's DIY! This video shows their process for making the little sculpture from start to finish - including how they made the "fire" really glow!

Creative Sushi did this wonderful little cosplay of the Hocotate Freight Ship! It looks fantastic, and all of the little details really show how much love and effort went into the creation of this cosplay.

Kevin Fagaragan animated this adorable concept for a pikmin 4 ending - don't worry, there's no spoilers! Just overwhelming cuteness as the pikmin hang out and dance with Oatchi.

And to wrap all of this up is yet another animation! In Wooden Turtle's Do Not Pet the Baby Snagrets, not even Olimar can resist how adorable these new additions to the pikmin planet are! But, ah, it seems that leads him into a bit of trouble...

Thanks for sticking around until the end! I hope I get to do more of this in the future, I really want to be able to show off what the fanbase can do! Please, give any and all of the artists featured here a follow - and feel free to suggest works to be featured next month! I'll see you on April 1st with the best of what March had to offer (with minimal fooling around... probably).

#pikmin #pikmin fandom #borb screams

[edgyspooks]

As a haver of multi-fandom writing blog, which has League as one of it's branches, it's really tough to have it as the only fandom... I feel you there ;;; I saw you write for Genshin Impact, but the 'masterlist' is empty, I dunno if it's an error or noone just requested from it, but if it's noone, I might try and be first, hm? Could I request: How would Kazuha, Rosaria, Childe and Itto show their emotions, like love? (I mean summin like love laungage, ya feel me?)

Remember to take care of yourself and don't feel pressured to answer this ask right away! Stay healthy <3

Hello, fellow writer person! You got that right, i hadn’t gotten any Genshin requests so far, so yours will be first! Can you guess who is my favourite based on my writing?

Kazuha, Rosaria, Childe and Itto love languages TW: mentions of stalking and yandere (for Rosaria)

Kazuha

Acts of service & Touch

He takes the relationship slow, and does not commit much until he's absolutely certain that he wants to be with you. He's by no means impolite, it's just that the recent events still weigh on him, and, while he will never admit to it, deep down he is afraid of losing yet another loved one. Despite always being helpful and polite, he may come across as aloof and uninterested in you. The truth is, Kazuha would do anything for you. Whatever struggles you face, he will do his best to help and be there for you. But at the same time, he might not be there when you need him, because he's either avoiding you, or wandering as he loves to. It won’t be until he finally decides that he cannot live without you, that things change between you two, but once they do, Kazuha is the sweetest boyfriend you could ever imagine. He will write poems for you, take you for romantic walks, give you massages when you’re tired… And, he will hold you. A lot. You will often find yourself pulled into his embrace, just so that he can feel that you’re safe here with him. He loves holding you close and feeling your warmth. If you're okay with it, he will hold his arm around your waist as you walk. Very cuddly at home, and loves it when you play with his hair or let him put his head on your lap.

On occasion you will find his side of a bed empty with nothing but a poem, as his wandering spirit still calls him for adventure. He will settle down with you, but what he truly dreams of is you willing to join him in his travels.

Rosaria

Acts of service & Touch

Initially very distant and fast to give up on you, if she feels like her affections are unreturned, or that the relationship is doing her a disservice. Her job is her priority, and if you get in the way, you're out. On the other hand, if you help out, be it with her work or in general, she will be very pleased. Be there for her when she needs you, and she will warm up to you.

Once she admits her feelings, she will begin to get very flustered around you. Going from her confident self to a blushy mess when you call her darling. She will try to hold onto your arm whenever you two go somewhere together, and her face will get as red as her hair. She will attempt to fit the housewife role, even going as far as offering to quit her job just so she can do better for you. However, she's definitely relieved that you didn't take her offer in the end. Initially she's uninterested in physical affection, but then she realizes that she's actually touch deprived and it turns into her favorite thing.

On the downside, if you two get serious, she will overwork herself half to death looking for ANYTHING that could take you away from her. Very jealous and possessive of you. Afraid that you could leave her at any time. May go full yandere and decide she knows better than you how to keep you safe, this includes stalking you wherever you go etc. Reassure her that you love her. That you're not going to leave her. This stems from her past, and she will slowly heal and learn to properly trust you. Be patient with her.

Childe

Gifts & Quality time 

This guy will spoil you rotten. With his already sparse time torn between both you and his family, you don't get to spend nearly enough time with him and he knows it. So to make it up to you, he will literally buy you the world. No matter where his fatui business takes him, you can expect several gifts to arrive via mail every week, consisting of anything, ranging from small trinkets and postcards to jewelry or regional clothes that he fancied. If he sees you wearing them, he's sure to compliment both your looks and his own tastes (“Heh, I just KNEW this would look gorgeous on you!”). 

When he does finally have some time to spend with you, he's all about quality time. He sees you so rarely that he just wants to hold you in his arms all day whenever he gets the opportunity to do so. Then he takes you out to a fancy restaurant for a romantic dinner, because whether he's with you or not, you always hold a special place in his wallet… and heart too, of course.

The man will flirt with you ALL. THE. TIME. And you can expect all the cheesy lines, such as “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”, even if you've been married for the past 20 years. He doesn’t care. He was built to flirt.

As your relationship grows serious he will introduce you to his family. Nothing makes him happier than seeing you get along with his siblings. You will get swarmed by children every week when his family comes together for dinner, so you better learn to like it. And he's gonna sing praises about you all the time, too. His family will know everything about you before they even see you for the first time, and you can expect a lot of questions on your first meeting. He doesn't mean to, he's just so enamored with you that he can't help himself sometimes and ends up talking about you too much.

Itto

Words of affirmation & Quality time

Big guy with a bigger heart, and even bigger mouth. From the moment you first catch his eye you can expect shower of compliments. From his perspective he's stating the obvious rather than flirting, and if someone points out how blatantly he's hitting on you, he's sure to become flustered about it. Will also definitely fight whoever said that. Arataki Itto doesn't need to flirt, because everyone already falls for his charms… right? 

Anyway, when he's not busy with his gang activities (or doing his time as a result of those) this guy will follow you around like a puppy. His partner is also his best friend. He wants to do everything together, he wants to walk around holding hands, he just loves being around you so much that he will even put off his onikabuto fights… Well, not for too long, but like, 15 minutes is a lot of time, and also it's the effort that counts! And he’s doing this for you! Either way, you're probably a part of said onikabuto fight yourself. And all of the other games Itto’s up to. He wants to win and be praised for it, but if you win and he gets to praise you that's just as great! 

The gang knows everything about you and the things you do with Itto, for better or for worse. Itto has no brain to mouth filter, and when he sings his praises, he sings all of them. And he loves to brag, too. And just talks a lot in general. Besides, why should he worry about what he says to his trusted buddies? He's sure you won't mind. Oh, you DO mind? Well, he will never do it again! Until the next time, anyway… Please understand, he’s doing this out of love!

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin childe #genshin itto #genshin rosaria #genshin kazuha #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin x you #reader insert #itto x reader #kazuha x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #rosaria x reader #arataki itto #kaedahara kazuha #itto x y/n #itto x gender neutral reader #kazuha x y/n #childe x y/n #tw: stalking #tw: yandere #we are going to ignore the fact that i was yet again inactive for several months okay

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn - Modern AU

Rating: G

Category: Multi

Relationship: Futaba Saotome/Aoi/Kuro/OC

Prompt(s): Multiamory March: Cuddling and Art from @polyamships; OCxCanon Week: Day 7 - Modern AU from @theocxcanonweek

Summary: Whenever Aoi struggled with his art, his partners made their best to help him.

@voltagefandomproject

AO3 Link / Ayakashi Masterlist / Main Masterlist

“Rinka!” Aoi protested as his girlfriend practically dragged him to get a taxi. “I really have to finish my schoolwork.”

“Yeah? It didn’t look like you were making much progress.” She laughed, pulling him into the vehicle. “I might not know much about art, but I know it is mostly made of feelings. So I think a nice break will actually help you. Plus, a change of scenario always helps too.”

Rinka was always so attentive. Aoi had tried changes of scenario before, but maybe, if she knew somewhere different, that could be what he needed.

That somewhere ended up being all the way out of town - Aoi complained that Rinka was spending too much money on that trip, plus the fact that Rinka hated being in a car and put herself in a situation of panic on purpose, all for him, but she quickly dismissed it - and then they had to walk through a patch of forest, until they arrived in a meadow full of flowers, where their other partners were waiting with a picnic already set up.

“Ao! Rin!” Kuro almost jumped on them, dragging both into a crushing hug. “You’re right on time.”

“Let them breathe, Kuro.” Futaba chuckled from behind him.

“But I like this.” Kuro laughed, only briefly releasing Rinka to pull Futaba into the hug too."

“Kuro!” Aoi protested, squirming in his boyfriend’s hold, face burning.

Took a moment long for Kuro to finally release them, not without giving each a kiss on the cheek, making Aoi even redder.

“Rinka called us and said you were struggling with your assignment from art school. We thought some food and a new scenario would help.” Futaba smiled, pulling him to the picnic blanket.

“I helped Fu cook, since Rinka was busy.”

All of his partners were too sweet, going out of their way to help him. Aoi really felt less worried when he was with them.

And the scenery was really beautiful, something you would rarely see so close to the city. With various kinds of colorful flowers. Almost looked like a place from a dream.

The picnic ended with the four of them cuddling on the blanket, with Futaba and Kuro on each side of him, Kuro resting his head on Aoi’s shoulder and Futaba snuggling into his chest. Rinka was on Kuro’s other side, but she had reached over to hold his hand.

“Are you feeling better now?” Futaba asked, looking up at him.

“Yes. I think I needed some fresh air. Thank you.”

Fresh new scenery, good food and time with the people he loved. That was exactly what he had needed. Aoi already had a pretty good image of what he wanted to paint, now. Not only for school, but something he wanted to make as a surprise to his partners.

Any other time, he would have gotten to work right away, but the little that he moved, the other three tightened their hold on him.

Aoi wasn’t used to being in the middle of the cuddling group, but he liked the warmth, and even the soft weights on his body didn’t bother. Maybe he was even craving that warmth, although he rarely had the courage to ask.

Not that he had to. Surprisingly, whenever he was craving their touch and one of them was around, they seemed to know. The one who was closest or with the most free time would cuddle up to him for as long as they could. And he loved that. He loved these people like he never expected to, at least not all of them at once.

Aoi stayed in their embrace and talked to them until he was sure Futaba and Kura had fallen asleep, before gently sneaking out of the pile, Rinka kissing him and taking his place as he went to paint.

As he looked back, Aoi couldn’t help but smile. The scene of his partners cuddling together in that field of flowers was the most beautiful art he could see. A surprise for them would be his first order of business as soon as his school project was finished.

Ayakashi Masterlist / Main Masterlist

#MultiamoryMarch #oc x canon week #oc x canon week 2023 #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi aoi #ayakashi futaba #ayakashi kuro #ot4: aoi x futaba x kuro x oc #oc: rinka #fanfiction

[dreaminghour]

Catcher/Hannibal - Under the same umbrella

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Down With Love/The A-Team Crossover Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: 06 Under the same umbrella Ship: Catcher Block/Hannibal Smith Context: Crossover. Random seeming pairing I've adopted after reading @firondoiel's smutty one-shot for QuiObi kink week 2022. This is now my third work for these two. Read my other two here: The Darnedest Thing and Only Till the Washing's Done. Only warning I have is that this one is angsty and not at all smutty. Words: 584

Currently, rain was pouring down, a curtain of water ran off the edge of the building separating Catcher from the man wearing a beaten up leather jacket, wet hair a dull steel color, a man who was glaring at him. Catcher was of the firm opinion that Hannibal had no right to look so angry with him.

"What?" Hannibal asked, voice harsh. "What is it?"

Later, Catcher would have been able to say he felt flummoxed by the entire thing: the sudden appearance of Hannibal, being caught in the downpour, the seemingly insurmountable distance between them.

"Why aren't you using your damn umbrella?" Hannibal snarled, finally stepping out into the rain beside Catcher, opening the umbrella and putting it over their heads.

"You could have pulled me under the awning with you," Catcher said, his voice feeling as though it were not belonging to him, made hollow by the rain beating down on them. "I asked, what you were doing here?"

"Can't a man just take a walk in the rain?" Hannibal asked, still unreasonably annoyed. He was so close that Catcher could feel the warmth of his body through his wet coat and suit.

"Where have you been?" Catcher asked. "It's been months!"

"Months?" Hannibal's expression was so unlike any of the easy smiles and knowing smirks he'd shared with Catcher before. It was like they didn't know each other at all.

And maybe, Catcher was realizing, that was the truth of it.

"Eleven months since I tried to reach you. Not a phone call went through. I stopped trying."

Hannibal handed Catcher the umbrella's handle and then, incongruously, embraced him.

Catcher was cold, his body churning with confusion, he never felt this wrong-footed. Never.

This close, Hannibal bent his lips to Catcher's ear, whispering words only for him to hear.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, but I had to go away."

Catcher's voice cracked: "I thought you died."

"Not yet," Hannibal said, one hand stroking the wet hair at Catcher's nape. "Not this time."

That admission, that promise that someday, maybe, he might not come back… Catcher was snapped back to the present. He met Hannibal's gaze, could see something pinched in his expression. He relaxed his grip on Hannibal, but still that strong arm was wrapped around him, and they were now tightly side by side beneath the umbrella's shelter.

Hannibal didn't speak, and perhaps he was glad that Catcher didn't press him. He needed to sort out the mess of his own emotions, the way he'd not really resolved any questions while Hannibal had been gone, the question of 'what now' which lingered.

"This is my stop," Hannibal said at a corner entrance to one of those multi-use office buildings that only let you in if you used the buzzer and knew who to ask for.

Catcher probably could have gotten in if he'd had five minutes to spare.

He let Hannibal go, but wasn't given his space back.

"I'll see you again," Hannibal said.

"You can't promise that," Catcher replied quickly, somewhat snide.

They were closer than they'd ever been in public, and Catcher was so ludicrously grateful for the rain, even if it ruined his shoes and gave him a cold.

"Soon," Hannibal said, rather than argue, and then he slipped away, sliding a key in the building's door, disappearing into it's warm light, leaving Catcher in the cold and gray.

Guess we'll find out eventually who's right, Catcher thought, and waved his hand for a taxi.

#domaystic2023 #2023day6 #crack treated seriously #crossover fandom #dreamy does fic #catcher block #hannibal smith #ficlet #domestic fic #the ship no one asked for #may be enjoyable for shippers of: #quiobi

[yonemurishiroku]

Fun fact I went through a breakup recently that was really jarring and left me feeling super alone and one of the coping strategies I found was to pretend that the previous versions of myself were there to comfort me. So I'd literally imagine different younger versions of myself from like 6 months, 1 year, etc ago being there and being like "hey, the fact that you were around the see the breakup means that you survived the pain we were going through, right? So that's good. And you'll survive this one." Sometimes I imagine them all sitting around my room and having a council, or I imagine them walking behind me when I feel unsure of myself. I also imagine them embracing me or bandaging my wounds when I really need it. Anyways, I support the Nico x Nico fic you're talking about writing-- self-love can hit the hardest, especially when it's the only kind of love currently within your reach.

Oh my god... I'm so sorry you have to go through such a horrible thing, and your coping mechanism is making me tear up. 😭😔 I hope you would feel better soon, pal.

And I really, really appreciate your support for the Nico selfcest AU! 😭 Fun fact for you too! I'm also an enthusiastic resident of a selfcest-based (?) fandom, and ofc, selfcest is a whole thing in there. It's my sanctuary and I have been the priest for as long as I can.

And Selflove Nico has been my religion since the first day I set foot into this fandom.

So yeah, I know what I'm doing. 😘🤩 I can't guarantee that I'd articulate it into a fully written fanfic - just bc I don't have the patience nor the willpower to come up with a multi-chaptered plot - but I'll try my best to deliver it the best way I can!

I would be glad if my crazy ideas make you feel better somehow.🥰 Wish you all the best, and please, keep loving yourself like that. You're doing great, friend.

#Tbh I have... not quite an issue but more like conflicting opinions ig?? about myself too LOL. it just makes this even more exhilarating #the selfcest fandom is Elsword btw. it's a Korean RPG game #pjo #nico di angelo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw? #trials of apollo #selfcest #selfcest au #selflove nico #selflove nico my religion

[daemiurges]

    ROLL UP LIKE A HOT WHEEL, I FUCK A BITCH UP WITH A HIGH HEEL

    ALL LOVE FOR MY SAVIOR, BUT YOU DON’T EVER WANNA MEET A GAY GANGSTA

    IND. SEL. FANDOM OC BLOG WRITTEN BY HEBBY 🔞

ABOUT AND RULES UNDER THE CUT

ABOUT

    It’s the 2020s, babes, let’s embrace our cringiest deviantart OCs. He’s a Divine that fell from grace–kind of a huge troublemaker who kept wanting to make the Mortal Realm interesting. He maaaaaay be the one who flirted the idea of Power from the Emeralds to the ancient tribes so they’d all start fighting each other. Turns out the other Divines weren’t wild about that, and had Neerco banished to the Mortal Realm.

    He had his rank and devotion stripped from him, and his temples were defaced–which means the less worship he was getting, the less influence he had. And to top it all off, his true angelic form (a horrifying 50ft spider) was contained inside of a small mobian body. When first waking properly on Earth, he had no memories of who he was, and ended up making friends with a Dandelion and a Nightingale. However, as time passed, his memories returned and what he perceived as betrayal fueled his madness.

    Abilities wise, Neerco was most heavily inspired by Q from Star Trek. He’s ridiculously OP, and we love him for that. Queen shit. Thing is, though, most of his magic and abilities in general don’t let him go TOO CRAZY. He can use his powers to give other creatures mutated forms and grotesque powers, but he can’t really use it on himself. So he likes to affect the world around him, but he can be resisted if a person’s convictions are pure enough. Which he hates. Hates that! Gross! Imagine being pure of heart. Couldn’t be him.

    Neerco’s current place of residence is an old, abandoned Temple that used to be in worship of him, but was abandoned and discarded by mortals and divines alike. He’s been working his influence as much as he can to bring it back, and he’s got some followers that embrace chaos just as much as him. That voice whispering in your ear to do your nails and claw some motherfucker’s face off? That’s probably him.

voice claim: Todrick Hall

RULES

Hi, I’m Hebby! I’m in my 30s, my pronouns are they/them. I like to think of myself as pretty friendly and patient, but I’ve seen a lot of BS in my years RPing on this webbed site, so here’s some rules!

1. This blog is 21+ ONLY because I don’t want to write with immature people or minors.

2. LEAVE ME OUT OF FANDOM DRAMA. LEAVE ME OUT OF POLITICAL DRAMA. LEAVE ME OUT OF DRAMA! (“It’s not Drama, it’s–” LEAVE ME OUT OF IT, THIS IS AN RP BLOG!!!)

3. FANDOM COPS STAY TF AWAY! WE DON'T MORALIZE OVER FICTION HERE!

4. 90% of the art used on this blog was drawn by me, the rest was giftart. Please don’t use my icons or my art without explicit, current permission from me.

actual RP stuff:

5. Neerco may be OP but I will NEVER godmode or use that OPness against your characters without explicit permission. I usually have him use it to fuck with NPCs.

6. Do NOT godmode my character or metagame information yours shouldn’t know. That’s rude.

7. IC =/= OOC, I don’t use my characters as mouthpieces. If I have a problem with you or an issue I need to bring you, I will bring it to you in private.

8. PLEASE don’t reblog my drabbles!! Or my headcanon posts. This is a roleplay blog, not a fandom blog. If it doesn’t say ‘okay to reblog’ then don’t reblog it!!!

9. OPEN TO SHIPPING! Characters MUST be over 18 for personal comfort reasons. Toxic yaoi is the only way Neerco here flies!

10. I am an impulse roleplayer, that means I reply or I don’t sometimes. Teehee. I will also unfollow for any reason, and I will not tell you why. For my own sanity’s sake.

11. Potentially triggering themes: torture, possession, abuse, controlling, behaviour, jealousy, sexual scenarios etc.

12. OH BTW I LOVE BEING MULTI-FANDOM FRIENDLY!!! that’s my bread and butter!

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[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Silver & Gold - Chapter One

CW: Possible risk of injury/death via motorcycle. Prompts filled: ‘Offering their jacket’, ‘Slipping on Ice’ (Alternate), ‘Winter Date’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo. ‘Romantic Gesture’ – Any Fandom Fluff Bingo. ‘Candle Light’ – Sweet & Spicy Bingo.

Multi's Lia finally gets to celebrate her birthday alone, with only the love of this life for company. A/N: Multitudes is our Marvel fic featuring Natasha Romanoff with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Lia, therefore, can be seen to be Natasha. Fandom. ... Mostly? It's complicated. XD Definitely canon-divergent, either way. So very, very divergent.

Cards below! Check it out on AO3 here, or below the cards!

@anyfandomfluffbingo @sweetspicybingo @seasonaldelightsbingo

I guess this is an intro, of sorts? Slimmed down and with identifiers removed. Chapter one starts proper below this weird introduction as to how I met him. Y'all know me, and James (and Winter, and now there's Tem, too). We're part of Multi. Bug is... well, the love of the boys' life. But this is about Mine. My Yoshitsune. It was the worst day of my life to date when he found me. Two days out from August, the height of summer and discomfort. James had fled in distress, leaving me to find comfort in his partner – someone I did, in fact, find comforting. But then… Oh. The first thing Yoshitsune – Yoshi, as I knew him then – ever did was offer me his lap, metal arms spread wide, inviting me into his broad embrace. Curling up against him was the first time I had felt at home since this life began. He held me together without knowing it – without knowing me. He knew some things, of course. He knew about poor, tiny, broken Lia. But he’d never met me before, and yet offered me refuge in a storm that threatened to end me. I was smitten. And it was only the very same day that my hopes turned to ash before my eyes for the first time at her name. His ’one true love’. The fourth was the first time he blatantly flirted with me. He’d long been calling me ‘sweet girl’, but now he span me around and kissed my hair… And teased me about his black uniform. I asked about her, and he assured me that he doesn’t begrudge her doing what she likes. I…  Made my excuses. ‘You’ve been so good to me.’ ‘I just like to help.’ ‘She really wouldn’t mind, ‘long as you understand my heart’s only hers.’ It had been… It had been less than two weeks. But that line… It hit me like a truck, like a knife in my heart, an arrow to my soul. ‘I'm so goddamn sorry, little one. I do love you. I just can't... y'know.’ I know, Yoshitsune. I know. You loved me… But I was falling so very quickly, so very swiftly, in love with you. ‘He adores her. He’s just… Already got his queen.’ I’ve never felt so… So… Not-enough. So devastated over this man I barely knew – this sweet man who held me close and hummed country songs. This man who belonged to someone else, no matter how much I found myself belonging to him.

It took five days for him to see me again. I apologized, he forgave me. I made my excuses, my lied explanations as to why I’d been mistaken. ‘I misread my feelings – James is falling in love, it affected my brain’. I lied to him because I couldn’t face his wincing when I told him the truth.

But that didn’t stop his fury when he found out about this world being no kinder to me than that one. When Clint told him about me being harassed, he was furious. He held me – sang to me. Fast Car. It was that day that it became my favorite song.

The first time I told him I loved him, it was early September. I hedged – I said it wasn’t like the boys and their Bug. I lied to him. ‘I know, and I love you too, little one. Guess I was nervous to say so 'cause - not like they do, like you said, and I didn't want to give you the wrong idea. But you're precious and you deserve so much better than what's been done to you and it's great that I can make you feel safe.’ I hoped… Stupidly, I hoped, more than anything, that he’d tell me he loved me exactly like they loved one another. But he didn’t, and I broke. I couldn’t face the falling without him, and I couldn’t keep going. I broke in his arms, and I needed him to save me. I drew him a motorbike, and he drew me a sylveon. And then I… Broke. Then I realised I couldn’t hide my truth anymore. And I intended to leave – I intended to make it easier for him, but their Bug wouldn’t let me go so easily. And so I had to give him my letter. "...I love that you make this life bearable. I love that you make me not hate myself - that the way you see me is exciting and intoxicating and something I could spend my life hearing. I love that you protect me, and care about me. I love that you are so fiercely loyal and look after everyone around you. I love that you're so damn sweet that you panic about your sexuality in case it makes you intolerant. I love your crooked grin and that killer jawline and that I feel so very safe when you hold me. I love that you drew for me. I love that you know nothing about dance, and yet still really, really want to see me dance. I love that you call me beautiful and I feel like you mean it. I love that you are... Sometimes a bit of a dumbass and say things you maybe shouldn't. I love that you know me so well that you often say the exact thing you should. I love that you love her so much..."

And he… Oh, him. ‘...wow, I was right when I said I didn't have anything suave to say. Good thing you like me being a dumbass, I guess. I love you, Lia, very much the way they love their boys. I want nothing more than to take care of you...'

He kissed me. He kissed me and my heart broke in the most beautiful way.

We didn’t have it easy, of course. I’m not an easy choice. But we muddled through eating disorder flare-ups and attempted runaways, and for once, I had a love in my life that felt like mine. For once, everything felt… Possible.

And we can’t ever have the life I wish we could. But I can certainly write about it. I can certainly establish what I would want, if we could. I can’t make my dreams come true with you, Yoshitsune… But I can tell you what they are. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Our first date alone was my birthday. I’d never celebrated my birthday alone – being one of four was likely to do that to a girl. I was always one of four – and I was fine with that, truly. But here was this man, this incredible gentleman who loved only me, and I was blessed. He’d promised me for months that he would take me on his motorbike. Canadian winter was likely not the best time for it, given that temperatures in central Alberta rarely rose above freezing – but I trusted him implicitly. He'd never put me at risk, and if he felt confident enough to take me out, I knew I’d be fine. When he finally offered me a leather jacket and a helmet, however, I blinked in disbelief. “Yoshitsune… My hair took me over an hour, and you choose today to take me out on your bike?” With a theatrical sigh, I leant against his chest. “I suppose I’ll have to cope…” He grinned and kissed my forehead, lips curling higher on one side. “Swan, you’ll be beautiful regardless. Maybe I’m just trying to even us out a little.” My fingers trailed through his own hair tenderly, pushing a few stray strands from his forehead. “I don’t think that’s possible, Silver.” Chuckling softly, he pulled me closer, gentle kisses trailing down my throat. “No, you’re right. You’re far too gorgeous. I’ll never catch up.” It was predictable, but it still made me smile, my lips trailing his sharp jawline adoringly. “Sometimes I worry for your sanity, Yoshitsune. Or at least your eyesight.” He rolled his eyes fondly, steel fingers skimming my cheek lightly. “I’m neither insane nor sight-impaired, cutie. You’re simply the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” With a quiet purr of joy, I touched my lips to his tenderly, whimpering with need when his hand shifted to my hair, making him draw back with a weak groan. “Easy with me, my Golden Swan. You’re testing my resolve.” “Fuck your resolve,” I muttered, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. “Fuck me... Please?” He let out a quiet, frustrated whine, but released me reluctantly, eyes narrowing. “We’ve talked about this, Li...” With a sigh, I nodded obediently, unable to keep from rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Date first...” I sighed once more as I smoothed the front of his shirt, nibbling on my lip. “I’ve just waited so long for you...” Groaning, he pushed a hand through his hair, nodding. “I know. And it’s taking everything I have not to say, ‘fuck the date’, and take you to bed. But... You’ve never really celebrated a birthday to yourself before. So, please – let me spoil you.” I whined petulantly, but couldn’t hide my secret delight as he offered me the helmet once more. “I suppose I can tolerate that...”

I should have expected it, really. Nothing about this man screamed ‘law-abiding citizen’. Even so, hurtling down winding country roads in the sunset would have been terrifying enough with the snow clinging to the ground, but it was exponentially more terrifying at 20 miles an hour over the speed limit. On a motorcycle. At least he’d had the sense to ease my legs into leathers, his hands gentle on my skin. My arms were clamped around his waist as I squealed into my helmet, his shoulders shaking beneath my cheek each time we accelerated around a bend and I held him tighter. If anything, my death-grip on him only seemed to spur him on, the bike gradually roaring louder in my ears as he flung us seemingly with abandon around the bends. But eventually, we hit civilization, and he was he forced to slow to a more reasonable speed, my breath rasping through my visor audibly and making him laugh aloud. “Are you okay back there, Swan?” I could only nod against him, breathless and exhilarated. Despite the speed and the ice, I’d never felt safer than with my arms around him. He'd never let anything happen to me. The back tire skidded to one side as he pulled into the lot, spraying ice-crusted gravel and making me yelp, earning a gentle chuckle for my surprise. When he cut the engine, I finally – reluctantly – released my grip on his waist, sighing just a little at no longer being able to hold him so tightly, but he simply raised an eyebrow as he slid from the bike, hands finding my waist to lift me easily and eliciting a giggle for his efforts. “Happy you finally got your ride?” “It wasn’t the one I was looking forward to most…” I breathed, grinning when he swallowed dryly. “Aurelia… You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured, tugging my helmet over my head gently to run a hand through my hair. “But what a fine way to go.” Purring, I leant into the gloved palm on my cheek, chuckling softly. “Mm. Later, Soldier. Remember?” I tapped my feet excitedly, leaning to peer around him, raising an eyebrow. “… Dinner? Bold choice, Yoshitsune.” He laughed aloud, tugging off his own helmet as his other arm draped over my shoulders. “I know. I was feeling brave, I guess. But I also know you’re very much a fan of Italian food and wine, so I figured I couldn’t go too wrong.” I looked up, taking in the cut of his jaw and oh, those eyes, please God, never stop looking at me, and beamed, before hesitating worriedly. “Wine? Yoshitsune, I-” He rolled his eyes dramatically, holding me closer against him when I shivered. “You can have a couple of glasses of wine if you want to, Aurelia. I’ll be fine. I promise.” Despite stretching onto my toes, he still had to incline his head a little for me to kiss his cheek, making him smile fondly. “Who needs wine? You’re intoxicating enough.” My words earned me a snort, but the sound was quickly cut off as my flats slipped on black ice, disguised beneath the gravel, foot sliding forward as my stomach dropped. He’d never let anything happen to me. No sooner had the jarring movement begun than his arm was around my waist, pulling me closer against him and halting my descent. “Are you okay?” I laughed softly, gazing up at him in wonder. “You always catch me, don’t you?” His lips brushed against mine, lopsided smile as captivating as ever in the low light of twilight. “Always, my sweet Swan.” I couldn’t help but giggle happily as he pulled me up against his chest, shivering minutely against the sharp breeze. His eyebrow raised, shrugging off his jacket quickly, shaking his head as I opened my mouth to object. “I’m used to the climate, little one. And there’s a lot more of me than you.” My cheeks heated as he draped the leather over my shoulders, the heat from his body seeping into my bones as his aftershave wreathed around me, my feet tapping happily in response. “You’re too good to me, Silver.” One metal arm sound around my waist as we continued across the lot, pulling me protectively against his side as we moved through the hidden ice. “You deserve the world, Aurelia. I’m just doing what I can.”

What he could, evidently, included a restaurant so eye-wateringly expensive that my mouth ran dry, and him kneeling before me in full view of the maître-d’, gently sliding the leathers from my legs as I blushed furiously at his romanticism. The place itself, despite the price, was refreshingly intimate, flickering candlelight reflecting on his arms as he watched me attentively, drawing my adoring touch despite myself and making him grin once more. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, eyes crinkling with joy. At his suggestion – and doubtless the result of intense research – I’d ordered lasagna while he tucked into something that even I couldn’t pronounce, slick with oil and topped with parmesan. He grinned back at me as he arranged his cutlery precisely; a remnant of enforced etiquette training, leftover from a troubled youth filled with expectations he’d baulked at. No… My Yoshitsune is a gentleman, no doubt, but certainly not the one his mother had expected of him, with metal arms and sniper training. He's perfect. “Isn’t today supposed to be about you?” he quipped, bringing my hand to his lips to press a gentle kiss to my knuckles, gray eyes shining as they locked on mine, making me flush predictably. “Well… You’re my everything. It can’t be about me without being about you, too,” I replied shyly, free hand toying with a strand of my hair. He chuckled quietly, one eyebrow raising. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get what I want soon enough, little one.” His other hand lifted automatically to reach for the bill, and I swallowed dryly, eyes lowered demurely. “I agree.”

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #winter wonderland bingo #writing bingo #writers on tumblr #SteelSwan #Pairing: Natasha/Original Character #Ish #It's complicated #Lia speaks #Lia/Yoshi #Aurelia/Yoshitsune #Silver & Gold

[underragingwaves]

I’ve been lovingly following this for a while now, trying to think of one person to shout out. And I can’t because there are so many people I adore and want to list.

So I’ll do this.

The Viking fandom has been so welcoming and supportive. I’ve been in fan spaces (before we really called them fandoms) for a long time. And this one has become not only a favorite of mine, but one of the most welcoming.

I know as a super multi-fandom person, I haven’t been too active in this corner for a while. But I love that many of you are all still here and when I have returned after being away, I’ve always been warmly embraced.

I was nervous to write for vikings publicly at first, back in 2020. Though I’m so passionate about it, I was just shy. I was accepted and supported so quickly, faster than any other fandom I’m currently in or adjacent to. This means the world to me.

I think I was also nervous as a mixed race/multi racial / brown gal (who has always been Viking obsessed by the way). I rarely to never felt isolated or like I didn’t belong in this space. This is such a special feeling.

I have made friends in this fandom. I’ve read many amazing stories, enjoyed endless amazing art and edits - even the people I don’t know well, or have been too shy to contact, I know who they are and admire their work. There are so many fantastic writers here!

So this is an open love and appreciation letter to this group. I hope you all know how great you are. 💕

This is so lovely, and so very well said. 😊💕 I was delighted to receive your message this weekend, as I think this is truly the core of it for me as well. It's so difficult to name just one person, to narrow things down to perhaps only a few mentions, because so many people here are ones we love interacting with. This fandom's got a lot of talented people in its midst, and many more supportive people who form the true backbone of it all.

I'm so glad to know the Vikings fandom has been a welcoming one for you over the years! I remember my own nerves in posting my first fic for this fandom all too well, haha, and can relate to that sense of initial warm embrace for sure. 🥰 It's so good to read that you have never felt isolated or like you did not belong, as I think that's what true fandom really is. We all love the same show for a vast number of different reasons, and together we can create a whole world of ideas and stories to get lost in... and find ourselves in them again, too.

Thank you for gifting this fandom with such an open and warm lovefest! I'm sure I'm not alone in appreciating it very much!🥰

#sweet sundays

[nevermindirah]

🦋🎈📡 (and a kiss 😘)

Beijos para você! (I'm being so normal about not falling down a rabbit hole about tu vs você right now djksfjdasfjds)

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Are people gonna like it?? (Do people like me??)

Then once I wrangle my social anxiety brain worms back to their rehabilitation corner, I'm wondering about whether the things I was trying to communicate with the fic seem to be coming across to the people reading. Do my understandings of these characters ring true for other people? Did the things I thought were poignant or funny or hot actually feel that way to people who aren't me?

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I've been told more than once that I have a very distinctive writing style for smut. At first I just blushed my face off whenever I heard that, because oh my GOD I am publishing pornographic writing on the internet!!?!?!? and people are READING it!!?!???!!!?!??? Now that I've had some time to get used to it, I take it as a badge of honor, even when anxiety pokes through that maybe not everybody means it strictly as a compliment. You know what it's a style and it's fun and we're embracing it!

More broadly, my style has definitely changed since BoN first ate my brain. There are some elements of my older fics that absolutely make me cringe now, like the rapid-fire pov shifts (sometimes in the same sentence!) and the explosion of French pet names. No shade on those old fics, I'm glad I wrote them, and I'm glad the people who still enjoy them are enjoying them! It's just that looking back on my older stuff confronts me with how much less practice with writing fiction I had two years ago than I do now.

One element of my fic style that hasn't changed and I doubt ever will is my tendency towards complex, multi-phrase sentences. My professional life has required too much writing about legislative details; at this point it can't be reined in completely, even when I try.

A thing about my style I'm hoping will evolve in the future is I want to learn more from writers like you who are writing so beautifully and effectively in English as a second language. Using my high school Spanish to write anything more complex or poetic than "Booker piensa que Nile es hermosa y tiene razón" (Booker thinks Nile's gorgeous and he's right) feels impossible to me. But English has a much larger vocabulary than Spanish for a bunch of historical reasons, and I have access to several (but importantly not all) registers of that vocabulary for a bunch of personal as well as structural class-and-race reasons, and the significance of word choice as an element of style probably operates differently in a language like Spanish with its relatively smaller vocab inventory so that means other stylistic choices I'm completely unaware of are probably doing super cool things to express the layers of meaning I've been taught to lean on word choice to accomplish in English — this is an enormous area of comparative linguistics but one small example of the ways we can shift our writing styles to more effectively express our ideas to people with different linguistic frames of reference. All that's even more interesting given the staggering diversity of language experience among our immortal blorbos. I don't know what particular stylistic changes might be in the future for me along these lines, it's just a thing I'm thinking about.

📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?

I love that you asked this because it gives me the excuse to say fandom is important! It's part of our lives! Hobbies we do for fun and stress relief aren't The Most Important Thing In the World but they're still part of our lives and part of the world and therefore what happens in fandom matters! Nile Freeman is a fantastically rich, complex, well-drawn main character and she deserves tons and tons of fandom content about her, and I'm a part of that and so are you! Fuck yeah!

I also really cherish my part in building Jewish Booker. The overwhelming majority of Jewish representation in mainstream US movies and tv comes through filters: Jews in the 19th and 20th centuries being pushed into the entertainment industry by several European countries' discriminatory policies and that tradition carrying over in the US despite legal equality, Euro-descended Jews being model minority-ized by the post-WW2 US that very much did /not/ involve itself in that war to stop the Holocaust but chose to frame itself that way after the fact, lots of individual Jews' family trauma and internalized shame and fear of the next wave of antisemitism around the corner, etc etc. The result is most US media that includes Jews is made either by Jews who feel enormous pressure to represent our entire people in a way that's perceived as palatable and nonthreatening to white culturally-Christian people or more often by non-Jews who've absorbed decades of iterating carbon copies of what previous generations thought was palatable. US Jews invented comic books and the superhero genre and yet the first MCU property to have an explicitly Jewish character was the 6th tv show in Phase 4.

There just isn't much mainstream content about Jews in my country, one of the two places where most of the world's Jews live, made by Jews who uncomplicatedly like being Jewish and don't have big economic and cultural pressures on them to represent all of us in Certain Ways. Wow, I didn't realize this rant was building up in me until I started typing. Anyway yeah I get to be honest about what Jewishness means to me and what I think it would mean for Booker and share it with people through fandom with just a little teeny tiny bit of a filter (my own internalized stuff) compared to the many layers of mess that mainstream content has to go through before it reaches non-Jews all over the world who consume US media and who may or may not know many Jews personally.

#fandom friends #jewish booker #linguistics #why am i like this

[nickyrockit]

Welcome to my mess!

Hi there! Tumblr veteran here that refuses to leave this hellish site. Originally dragged in by the Gorillaz fandom circa 2011, from then I kind of got possessed by other things.

Lil’ somethin’ about myself... Millennial and still proudly fangirling and shipping nonsense (sorry to disappoint the “Cool” GenZ-ers out there but no, it doesn’t go away... trust me... Even as an old fart you’ll still be into your weird shit, so stay weird and embrace it! Trust me, it’s better that way...) 

| Pronouns she/her | Latina and fully bilingual (Spanish speaking folks don’t be shy) | Hobbyist Artist | Simmer | Multi-fandom | Tom Delonge enthusiast | Won’t ever-EVER be over Motorcity getting cancelled |

I tag mostly everything fandom related, so it should be easy to search specific things on my blog, but for my own personal tags—including my art or old cosplays, please follow the tags below. If you’re on PC feel free to explore the actual link to my blog. Be warned, it’s in dire need for an update, so please be patient while I tune things up around here. 

My Art Tag For more of my really old work checkout my DeviantArt

My Cosplay Tag (Haven’t cosplayed since 2017 but I thought I’d still share)

My Writing (Ao3)

My Sims sideblog @nickysimz (Simblr) 

My Twitter I’m mostly there for Sims related stuff

*For the tags just click the ones below this post, the rest are links.

#nickyrockit #nicky cosplays #nicky arts

[shieldedsouls]

droppin a lil psa

i was planning to do this more Formally, but honestly this blue hellsite doesn’t really need Formal because we’re all gremlins doing as we do for the fun of it 

anyway, the actual point: i’m doing a soft reboot/refresh for this multi.

longer bits under the cut.

this includes a new blog with different url, new gdocs with updated information, new organization, clean slate for following, all that fun stuff. and it’s been coming for awhile, as its something i’ve discussed doing on and off at various points, but really it comes down to needing to refresh my own stuff to feel comfy here again. 

 a lot has changed in dumblr rp, especially after the mega-crash that followed IW and EG releasing. this community has been around for a long time, and i’m hoping it’ll stay around, but there comes a point with canon material (this is for every fandom btw, having been thru quite a few) that it Peaks and then dramatically drops off for whatever reasons. and i need to adjust myself and my approach on here if i want to keep writing my muses and keep writing with people, which i have been very reluctant to do, as anyone who has known me the whole time or a long time can tell you.

i thought it was a step i had at least sorta taken when i deleted a bunch of my archives/old solo blogs. but it didn’t. not really. that was my choosing to not give myself a way to back into having a million blogs again, so i could try to focus here and in having everyone in one place. that was part of my process of allowing myself to fully embrace being a multi, and adding to the fact i could more easily craft separate spaces by having my muses separated by fandom for a total of a few blogs rather than 30+.

but i’ve spent so long on here that i realized something: i hadn’t actually gone over my own rules and disclaimer information in a HOT minute. just copy & pasting from myself to set stuff up quickly and kinda keep organized. and some of that needed editing, updating, removing, the works.

and my alternate timeline? listen, i love that project. but at some point i got so set in going THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED ACTUALLY that i stopped allowing spaces for being able to wiggle around with other people and their timelines, their muses, their crafted spaces. i was cutting potential partners and current partners off, i was limiting myself, by sticking more and more rigidly to the timeline (which i’m going to keep in a doc somewhere but i’m not making it the Main Point anymore). universe 77483 is my baby, i’m proud of it, i love it. but its so categorically huge and overwhelming that it’s more suited to say fic worldbuilding than for rp worldbuilding.

i have a lot of headcanons that, honestly, same thing: i’ve been copy/pasting from myself for years and not really reading over the information anymore. its just rote movement of text thrown into the tags. and i stopped writing verses because i was bogging myself down with other elements, and getting caught on needing them to be perfect rather than letting them be blurbs to serve as baselines.

somewhere along the line, i genuinely got sidetracked from the crafting and writing with other people part, and focused on the detail-building and setting up things like i’m the only one writing or involved. rp is not a solo project, and i am dealing with the repercussions of behaving like its one. my dash slowed down because i did. my threads dwindled because i stopped reaching out as much, stopped being as available or open to things, beacuse i focused on the wrong aspects. that is entirely on me and my choices, my behavior.

so this reboot is needed, desperately. my attitude and approach needs to change from what it was, because that wasn’t working. i’m hoping that this, that acknowledging that i chose wrongly and repeatedly, will bring back the joy i’ve had and the joy i miss in writing with all the lovely people out here. i miss the energy and enthusiasm i would have here.

#long post for ts #( off the clock | ooc ) #( emergency press conference | psa ) #[ yes im posting & then leaving for dinner #yes im okay i promise yall #but i realized i need to do an explanation #for everyone not just myself ] #[ and yes the new blog is already made ive just been Slow ]