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the-mcyt-crackships-brackets · 3 months

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PSA: These Brackets contain multiple Ch!WilburSoot ships, We DO NOT stand with CC!WilburSoot actions, and send all of our support toward shubble, if you are uncomfortable with these ships, please don't interact and/or block the wilbur soot tag. if those ships are too problematic, they can be replaced. anyway his ass got destroyed

Welcome to the MCYT Crackships Bracket!

Here, we will be seing which crackship is the best, and because that statement is vague, you get to make your opinion!

Each crackships was randomly agenced from Characters You chose! (This also sadly means we can't take more submissions, at least yet (mcyt crackships brackets V.2. Confirmed ???))

This is all meant to be in good fun, so please be respectfull with others and use propaganda the least wisely you can! (propaganda isn't endorsed, it's encouraged!)

We as a community can get inspired by these, make art! fanfics! (and if you do, please tag me) of your favorite Crackship!

Maybe we could even find a name for them, after all, maybe the next "big ship" will be in this, who knows?

WE ARE NOW IN THE SEMIFINALS!

The brackets will not be revealed yet, but when all of the polls will be published! this way, we can still get you surprised!

*Orionsound - Rat SMP version

*LDshadowlady - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Zombiecleo - Pirate SMP version

*Katherine Elizabeth - Empire SMP season 2 version

*Fundy - L'Manberg version

*Fwhip - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double life version

*Slimecicle - QSMP version

Our thoughts and observations under the cut!

Round 1:

I clearly thought Ninjaslap would be the biggest sweep, but pixltoile suprisingly fought well, And fish yuri left no shot to Zaypixel and Geminitay

Round 1.1.3 was extremly close, but Shubble x Hypno won by O.8%! (≈4 peoples!)

We already got two piece of "propagandart" (propaganda art) in round 1, and both were for Fish yuri! (by @t4tpolypd and @staringamassivemistakeintheface)

Round 2:

Mogbeans/Swamp boys tried hard but T4T yuri was stronger (My boys 😭 - Admin 1)

Littlesoot got its ass kicked by hotguy/fundy and was crying in a corner when suddendly, out of nowhere, it took itlwblr by storm, broke containment, the poll broke 1k votes, became the most noted of the brackets (yet) and won with a large margin!

FWhilza fought well but Bighills was stronger

Fish Yuri still prevail with the biggest sweep yet (87.3%!!!)

Jojosolos/Jack Manifold vs Tommyinnit/Scott Smajor was the closest yet! (50.1 to 49.9!!!!)

So many art!!!!!!! look at the tag (#propagandart) it's worth it!!!!!

Round 3 and PURGATORY 1 :

Scegg vs Stresstherine was so close it switched side at least 5 times!

i'm genuenely impressed by clownscar comeback they've constantly been close but didn't get ahead during the whole poll and somehow managed to win in the last stretch!

WE MADE MOGBEANS CANON!!!!!!! VIVA LA SOS SMP!!!!

Fish Yuri is unstopable and has killed many great ships now (rip Bighills we loved you so much)

Bdubs Smol Bdubs is tall!

Content SMP fans are sad today, the last two ships they had just sank! (bye bye Evillnox and Skizzlerat)

So much art! and even more as been promised! (you need to check out #propagandart if you haven't already)

Round 4 and PURGATORY 2 :

Fish Wives felt resistence to the first time facing Clownscar, but still they were too powerful

Clownscar you will forever live in our hearts

Wilbur you're a pig, Yuri beat his ass! (and so they did)

Zombiecello/Ivorycleo popped off! >90% sweepage!

3/8 ships still in line are yuri, but none of them are part of the PURGATORY Brackets!

Goodbye Zaypixel, our only Yuri Loss this round :(

You guys seem to love shipping Ethoslab a lot (bunch of ethogirls) as he is in 35% of the remaining ships

even more art, and art trades! (go ceck out #propagandart and #takin' request)

Round 5 and Purgatory 3:

Yuri lost so much, and is now only represented by Fish Wives :(

Half of the ships still in have a wild etho in them (ethogirls rise up!)

The now no-longer-crackship mogbeans is still thriving and bested the fan-favorite fwhilza!

Seapeekarl fought well, but lost to the ethogirls again

this is the first round where they weren't a >40% sweep! but the choice are only getting harder from here!

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misc-obeyme · 1 month

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idk about anyone else but i always love crack ships and ships in general, i can always appreciate other ships, even if they're not my otp. It just means more content to enjoy!

Luci and Solomon would be fun as a pairing i think. If I had a crack ship, it'd be Solomon and Mammon. I don't know if they've had any moments at all together. Maybe one.

But Solomon has been steadily climbing up my favorites list on the ladder since nightbringer. Though he'll never take Mammon's place for number one lol. But I like to imagine them both with my mc.

I can imagine Mammon accidentally getting his hands on a really rare spell book and instead of selling it, gifting it to the two of them with the excuse that he couldn't get any offers for it (he is lying and it's obvious from his blush)

Or Solomon coming across a rare item he forgot about and gifting it to Mammon because he thinks he'd like it. Or digging through his collection for something he's willing to part with to help Mammon with debt, saying something about needing to get rid of it is all.

and after writing these little blurbs i will be thinking about these dummies a lot more, it is no longer an 'if' i think. new ship and new ot3 ig akskfj

okay I'm done rambling LMAO thank you for your time

- ✨ anon

Okay, yes, I absolutely love crackships. I can also appreciate other ships, I have no problem with any of that at all. I say people should ship whoever they like.

While I always write x reader, I actually have quite a few Obey Me ships that I like. DiaLuci of course which I actually did write a little story for per a request I received. Those two are just so obvious, how can you not ship it, right? I'm also fond of SoloSim because I think those two have an interesting dynamic. And of course there's SimeBarb which is also just really cute. I'm down with BarBeel and Solodeus too though to a lesser extent. And while I never really considered it before, apparently there is also Diavolo/Belphie (sorry I don't know their ship name lol), which is not something I thought of, but I don't dislike it!

My favorite crackship is absolutely SoloLuci. I love their relationship already, it's so funny to me, and I just can't help but enjoy the idea of them actually ending up together because it would be even funnier to me. Like I could write whole stories about them.

My other big crackship is Mammon/Barbatos. (BarbMam??) Again, I just find this to be absolutely hilarious. I could write whole stories about them, too, and I'd be laughing the whole time lol.

Okay one last crackship from me that I think would be fun is Diavolo/Asmodeus. Because listen, Asmo would be so into being queen lololol. And I just think it'd make Lucifer so mad, too. I'm sorry I just think it's so funny I can't help myself.

Of course, any and all of these become a little less crazy if MC is involved, but I generally consider these ships without MC. I did write that little blurb about a Solomon/MC/Lucifer threesome, but I generally like to think of them without MC because that just makes it so much funnier to me.

I love your description of a Solomon/MC/Mammon throuple situation, though. I always felt like Mammon didn't like Solomon lol but yo neither does Lucifer so. But I think with an MC that they both love and care for to kind of initiate the necessity of them being in close proximity and getting along... yeah, I could see all of the things you describe happening.

That'd be super adorable, now I'm just imagining them starting a little trio band and calling it MC and the Mons. (I'm so sorry.)

Anyway, I love your new ot3 I hope they bring you much joy!!

#I just think it's fun to look at different ships that maybe aren't as obvious #especially if I can kind of come up with a story where they end up together #because it's all just me making stuff up lol #obey me #obey me crackships #obey me nightbringer #✨ anon #misc answers

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inkdemonapologist · 11 months

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Yknow if were talking about rarepairs/crackships….how about Sammy/Grant? Listen hear me out- i think I started shipping them a few years ago back during the og fandom days, but since my interest in bendy has been reignited, so has my interest in this ship lol. And im ngl, have you ever noticed how similar Grant’s office is to Sammy’s Sanctuary? They both play that same whispering effect when you enter them, they both have an ink pipe in them, they both have a bendy item in them (sammys bendy plushie and grants bendy clock), both have writing on the wall…

Even just beyond that, its implied they died the same way too, from drinking ink? And how they both seem to put the blame on others for joeys mistreatment (sammys whole “useless sheep” bit in that newspaper and grants “STOP THE WASTERS!!” bit on his office walls). and even though theres like, BARELY ANY GRANT CONTENT IN CANON, he does have a minor connection to the ink demon, as one of the flashbacks in chapter 1 is of the ink demon on level S near his office, and although this probably doesnt mean anything, the fact that the first time we see sammys cult is when we open the door to the archives via a handle we had to get from grants office specifically….👀

Plus just the miscellaneous stuff like grants va being a musician, one whose song was specially placed in sammys office- idk, *marge voice* I just think they’re neat! :)

THATS AN INTERESTING ONE… I’ve seen it around a fair bit lately but it feels recent??

Before I dive in, I do wanna address the ink-drinking – I’m a little biased, since I tend to headcanon the ink-drinking as unique to Sammy, but I feel like Grant also drinking ink is not something that’s implied so much as a headcanon that got popular? We can pretty easily accept that Grant transformed at SOME point, and the shared whispers imply that they were both under some inky influence, but that doesn’t tell us that ink-drinking was to blame. The note in BatDR about Grant looking ill could certainly be used for an ink-drinking headcanon, too, but as far as Evidence I think all it tells us for sure is that Grant was Very Stressed. [also trying to merge BatDR Grant and BatIM Grant into one entity seems messier the longer I think about it but I CANT GET DISTRACTED BY THAT NOW, THATS FOR ANOTHER POST]

ANYWAY, all the little things about this one having a valve in that one’s office and this one being voiced by a guy who did a song that’s in the other one’s office are neat but ultimately I feel like that stuff isn’t want sells a ship, for me – the biggest thing is a compelling dynamic between the characters.

There’s so much between these two that complicates them –

-- good money and hiring his own people were Sammy’s two big asks when he took the Music Director job, so he could easily be a source of financial strain and seen as one of the “wasters” Grant is so frustrated with, and it’s also not hard to imagine Sammy blaming Grant as one of the useless sheep who can’t do his job right once paychecks start coming in late. Add to that Grant being described as having no creativity at all in the Employee’s Handbook, and trying to imagine what he would relate to in Sammy “my special interest is music” Lawrence. Though I don’t know, that one could be fun. Does Grant like music despite not “getting” it? Can Sammy and Grant relate to each other through the intersection of music and math? Or does Grant just conceptualise music as a kind of math, which Joey thinks is boring but Sammy knows is not far off, and Sammy with his partially jazz background is INTRIGUING to Grant because what he’s making sounds good but isn’t following the rules…? IDK, Grant and Sammy learning to understand each other through understanding each other’s work is a neat thought.

On the surface they’re both frustrated men who want things to be under control and are frustrated with Joey’s spontaneity, but while Grant is having a meltdown over WHAT WILL JOEY SAY?, Sammy is screaming about pleasing a god rather than a man and certain that he’s found the one who will Set Them Free. Grant’s characterisation could be taken in a lot of directions, but it’s not hard to imagine him as the phobic to Sammy’s counterphobic.

Which is INTERESTING, because you get a dynamic that seems to work, as Sammy gives the impression of a leader who can offer certainty and something to depend on – and you CAN depend on him – but he’s actually a follower at heart who desperately needs someone to answer to, someone to believe in, and I don’t know if Grant can be that someone. Sammy and Grant BOTH want to be the one behind the scenes with someone else in the spotlight. On the other hand… we know Grant’s massaging numbers and fudging things and illegally hiding assets. It wouldn’t be hard to characterise him with a bit of ruthlessness as well, someone who’s not afraid to break the rules when he feels he has to; while Sammy seems frustrated, overstimulated, and perpetually at odds with a system he doesn’t fit in, Grant is willing to learn the system well enough to bend the rules to his advantage and know how to get away with it.

If you go with this take, you get a pair that could be dangerously effective but also dangerously fragile. I don’t think they would challenge or change each other so much as just reinforce each other’s ruthless caution – as long as they’re in cahoots, they’d be loyal to each other and value no principle above each others’ well-being. But the instant either of them mistrusts the other, they’d combust.

#this one's hard to talk about concisely b/c there are just a LOT of options for how to characterise Grant #but it's a neat concept...#grant x sammy #i'd say there was magic there #i know you have questions you always do

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bramble-scramble · 1 year

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Of Verses and Curses: Chapter One

HELLO EVERYONE!! Wow, it’s finally arrived, the big big Phantom x Woodrow fic I’ve been working on for like a month and daydreaming about even longer!

Fanfics aren’t really my thing normally, so why am I doing this? For the fun, for the challenge, to cement to myself that I am truly cringe and free these days, to justify a crackship between two characters who have never canonically met, I don’t know. I just know I’m enjoying it, and that it’s a story about the difficulties that can arise when art is your foremost method of communication and bonding with others, so it therefore has become very personal to me.

A little bit of introductory author’s notes. I’m going to make a masterpost eventually for all the chapters, and will repeat this info there (along with the summary/teaser), but I’ll go ahead and put it here on the first chapter as well.

Genre info: Ok so, I haven’t been a big fanfic person historically (as stated above) and I can’t provide you with a super-intricate list of tropes or micro-genres or anything, but this is basically a pseudo-slow-burn romance. Lots of yearning and angst, hurt/comfort, but also fluffy soft and happy bunnies... it’s going to be long, so there’s room for it all!

Content warnings: Nothing TOO dark, and nothing nsfw/explicit, but there will be confrontation of depression, self-loathing, characters wishing they hadn’t been born, etc. And depiction of (accidental) injury. Not until later on, really; will try to warn on individual heavier chapters if you’re not in the headspace to read that kind of thing.

I will try to post updates twice a week or so (maybe Mondays/Fridays?) as I have a bit of a buffer built up, but it depends on what’s going on in my life and when I have time to write/edit. I’ll do my best!!

So, without further preamble...

Chapter One - The Letter

The Paletteville Post Office was a quiet place. Throughout the rural planet of Palette Prime, the residents were so close-knit and interdependent as to usually make deliveries to each other in person; such occasions offered an excuse to ask for some spare vegetables, or to borrow a farming tool, or to gossip besides. But the mailroom had an important and irreplaceable purpose: sending and receiving interplanetary messages.

Every few days a mail-ship came whirring out of the atmosphere, bearing letters and packages from elsewhere in the galaxy. The post office also held one of the few computers on the planet, the society of which was rather technologically un-advanced by choice. The massive, yellowing machine buzzed and beeped away in a corner, taking up a rather large portion of the room. And one of the jobs of the sleepy Rabbids who worked there, who were generally just as ancient and tired as the computer, was to print out any emails that came in and ensure they reached the paws of their desired recipients.

Quite often, the desired recipient was one T. S. Woodrow. Whether it was business missives about the pumpkin spice harvest, reviews of his latest work, or communications from other wardens, quite a bit of the inbox was dedicated to the infamous poet. It was perhaps in anticipation of this that the residents of Palette Prime had voted for his Wardenry, hoping the responsibility would keep him too busy to write; that the stress would suppress the poems before they sprang from his brain to his mouth.

But it hadn’t. Nothing could.

And so it was that the poet visited the post office almost every day, as part of his morning routine. On this particular morning, slightly misty and cold, the bell of the office door tinkled, and a grandmotherly Rabbid in a bonnet looked up from behind the desk. “G’morning, Mr. Woodrow!”

“And a pleasant morn to you, Matilda,” came the low, somber voice of the poet, whose looming figure was silhouetted in the doorway. His chaperone cloud seemed especially dark and stormy today, as if to distinguish itself from the surrounding fog; but as he stepped inside, it was polite enough to wait behind the threshold. “I trust you are well?”

“Well, the fog makes these ol’ knees ache - but I get to sit here all day! No workin’ in the pumpkin patch like when I was a younger lass - can’t complain! Ah- but I’d best give you yer mail - ya’ve got quite a few things today, sir.”

She had already set aside a stack of several letters, and these she slid over the desk to him.

“Thank thee most kindly,” he said, taking them and tucking them away in his briefcase. He tipped his hat to her, and said, “I shall be taking my leave 'til the morrow. But, ah… hm…” he touched his chin for a moment, his ears bending forward slightly in concentration. Then his ears perked up, and with a wave of his arm, he began:

“May sun or rain disperse the mist,

Like pain leaves a wound once tender kiss’d-

May your agony soon be replaced with bliss.”

“Thank you, Mr. Warden,” said Matilda with a polite smile, as a picture frame fell off the wall behind her and crashed to the ground, its glass shattering into sprinkles on the floor. Woodrow did not notice, however, as he was already gone.

—-

Having had other business to take care of in town, it was a couple hours before the poet wended his way back to his home. As he opened the door, his raincloud drifted low around his ears for a moment - its way of a goodbye kiss - before zooming up to take its resting place, merging with the larger cloud above his roof. Woodrow entered his house, closed his door behind him, set down his briefcase, and hung up his hat and umbrella. Then he made his way to the kitchen, zigzagging slowly through his living room to avoid the familiar leaks and rain-buckets.

The kitchen was small; he didn’t need much room, as he hardly ever cooked. He had tried, when he was younger, and… well, the other Paletteers had been so generous as to help his family rebuild from the fire. Twice.

But he could make tea; that was safe enough. He had a little electric kettle that operated on battery; very futuristic. And quite fireproof. Sweetlopek had been so kind as to order it for his birthday some years ago.

He waited by the kettle before pouring the water slowly, ever so slowly, into his spill-proof mug, along with a bag of spiced black tea. Had he known the letter that awaited him, perhaps he would have hurried up - or perhaps procrastinated even more.

Finally, the mug in his right hand and his briefcase hooked around his arm, he stood at the foot of his stairs. With a long sigh he looked up at them, and set his jaw in resolution. Leaning his left hand and his weight against the wall, he carefully ascended, creeping his paw along the peeling and water-damaged wallpaper, slowly, step by step. “Easy does it, old boy,” he mumbled to himself encouragingly. “There… we… go…” Why did he ever think to buy a house with the bedroom on the second floor, anyway? “Almost… there…” and huzzah! He had made it without incident, and was soon in his bedchamber. That would be another tally-mark in his journal, counting the days since his last fall. He was trying to decide whether a cot on the ground floor was worth investing in.

But for now… seated in his favorite shabby armchair, the poet took out the stack of letters. Something about a coffee sponsorship for the Palette Prime Pumpkin Fest… he would deal with that in his business hours. One letter seemed to be some kind of fan-mail, although he couldn’t tell if it was ironically written or not; he was never quite good at parsing sarcasm over writing, or in person to be quite honest. He put it aside to come back to later. A few envelopes were obvious junk. And then finally, something interesting: a printed email.

ATTENTION ALL WARDENS:

Heya, this is Edge. Just sending out a reminder that if any of the old Spark Hunters show up on your planet, PLEASE let me know! If they start to cause you trouble, I’m there. And even if they don’t, just let me know anyway.

RP helped me set up my own email so I don’t have to use hers. It’s [email protected], so use that to get in contact with me from now on. Pretty cool, huh? Should be easy to remember.

Hope you’re doing good and all that. Remember, if there’s any trouble in your neck of the galaxy, reach out. Seriously, it’s not a problem.

-Edge

Steward of Sparks

A frown passed over Woodrow’s face as he read the message. He felt for the girl. This was not the first message of this nature she had sent, and he knew that behind her desire to protect the galaxy from the straggling Spark Hunters was the desire merely to find them. There had been fleeting sightings of them here and there in these past months since Cursa’s defeat, but they never stayed in one place long enough for her to catch up. He laid the printed message on his side-table to file away, vowing that of course, he would let her know if he heard anything of their whereabouts. But he hadn’t, and-

Woodrow choked on his tea when he saw the return address on the final letter, which was now lying in his lap.

It was a fine red envelope, with a lacy gold pattern along its edges. The address, handwritten in beautiful cursive calligraphy:

T. S. Woodrow, Warden

Paletteville, Palette Prime

And the return address:

The Phantom

Spooky Trails

The Mushroom Kingdom

After composing himself and coughing a bit to clear the tea out of his throat, Woodrow set his cup down and sat straight up in his chair. He raised the envelope to his face, and squinted at it through his glasses, his mouth slightly agape. Surely this was some kind of prank. He turned it over, and saw it was closed with a small gold seal embossed with a music note. Ever so gently, he took his letter opener from the table and cut open the top of the envelope, and gingerly pulled out the paper inside.

Monsieur Woodrow,

I hope this letter finds you healthy. I know we have never spoken, but I know of you and your work, and I trust you know of me and mine.

As you surely know, my singing career was most tragically cut short some time ago, due to strain on my voice which I was quite pressured to maintain. In the hopes that I may someday recover, I have sought specialists of both a traditional medicinal variety, as well as those who may help me with the rather more unique and delicate mechanisms which power my voice. While no one has been able to truly solve my woes as of yet, one bit of advice I have received is that I spend time in nature and seek a variety of healthier climes. I am ordered to indulge in fresh and clean air, leaving behind the clammy mists of the graveyards and swamps of my home, as they shall do my health no favors. As I am partially a spectral being, I question the relevance of this advice, but I have little else to go on.

I have heard much of the natural beauty of your planet, perhaps rivaled only by Terra Flora, where I most certainly shall not go. And thus I should like to visit Palette Prime and stay a while. As I still make a fine living from royalties and album sales, I am willing to pay what you need. A quaint bed and breakfast should be nice, if you have a vacancy.

I should like to come without delay, so if arrangements can be made for my arrival, please write back as soon as you can. Do let me know if you have any questions.

Yours,

-Tom

Woodrow stared at the beautifully-inked words on the page in disbelief. And this was after he had read it through five times.

HE had written this! With his own paw! The… the Phantom…

It was not uncommon for celebrities to visit Palette Prime, commonly called the romantic capital of the galaxy. There was a reason that Woodrow, despite the pained memories of his youth, could never imagine moving away from his home. This place was beauty itself; it was inspiration, it was love. And yet the warden was not commonly a fan of celebrity visits; they disrupted the very peace that made the planet so enchanting, and thus, he surmised, many such visitors ironically never experienced the world’s true character.

But this was not just any celebrity…

There weren't many people that Woodrow considered an artistic inspiration who were actually still alive. He had mainly grown up reading the work of long-dead poets and playwrights; he liked classical music; most everything he adored was from before his own time. But the Phantom, and his explosive popularity throughout the galaxy, had brought the world of opera to a wider audience than ever before. It was something the warden found quite wonderful and admirable indeed.

Woodrow gazed over at the old gramophone set up on a table in the corner of his room. On the shelf next to it were a number of records, one of the few joys in life on which he spent his meager earnings, and among them were the Phantom’s albums; every single one. He had never quite agreed with the thematic nature of the singer’s work; especially after meeting Mario in person. But it didn’t matter, because his voice - that voice! The voice which was now cracked and broken… but still… still his.

The warden blinked and looked up. He didn't know how long he'd been lost in thought, but he was still clutching the letter tightly in his paw. With his other he reached out for his mug and finished off his tea; it had gone cold.

He stood up suddenly, in almost a panic. There was so much to do! He had to find one of the local inns that would take in a celebrity guest on short notice, for an unknown duration. He had to make sure the restorations in town after the joint destructive forces of Bowser and Bedrock were nearing completion. And most importantly-

He had to tell Sweetlopek!!!

[Next time: Woodrow makes a realization, and a vow.]

#Mario + Rabbids #Mario Plus Rabbids #Fanfic #Phandrow #woodrow #ts woodrow #the phantom

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myfaveisfuckable · 11 months

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Rants!

Nightmare Polycule: The cirsed creation of like. 4 people on a niche fandom discord. Polycule consisting of pretty much every adult character in the series. It's awful and somehow the best thing ever. The potential for both crack and angst is unmatched. The divorced parents energy is OFF THE CHARTS. Marcia realizes she is a morosexual and has a crisis about it. Gringe confronts his prejudices by falling for a no-good wizard. Jillie Djinn is Marcia's ex and also dead and also GHOSTING ON HER COUCH which makes it very hard to bring her boyfriends over. Marcellus tries to be dramatic about the fleetingness of human life (except his) and gets made fun of until he confronts his trauma instead. Sarah and Mrs Gringe are having tea and getting a break from the drama.

Nokia/Ami: (spoilers for the game) all the fan stuff ive seen for the game is painfully straight unless its focusing on the two ships where one character is canonically gay n in love with the other (protag of the sequel game with his gay bestie i forgot the name of n yuuko/fei) n ami is usually just drawn on her own BUT theres a lot of canon subtext between nokia n ami mostly as a result of not much actually changing based on if u play as a boy or a girl regardless nokia to some extent likes ami she flirts with her talks about their relationship as if theyre already dating theres a scene that parallels a m/f couple in the game that plays exactly the same between ami n nokia with two other characters saying something along the lines of ah young love during a mandatory side quest ami gets offered an implied sex doll that looks exactly like nokia (weird story there the quest ends with it being heavily implied that the people that take the dolls end up having their organs harvested while their minds are stuck in a digital space called eden unaware that theyre not in the real world) n she has to think about it before declining the offer nokia's character arc is working to become a strong leader n reliable friend cause she wants to stand next to ami instead of relying on her theyre childhood friends but forgot about it ok i need to explain a bit more of the story so like as kids ami n nokia along with three other characters met beta testing for eden n one of them ended up getting eden syndrome to make sure theyre all able to leave safely (theres a thing called eaters that if u get eaten by put u in a coma cause theyre storing the contents of ur brain in them) n a guy who wants to use the eaters to get to the next stage of evolution removes their memories of the incident so years later as teenagers ami nokia n arata (one of the childhood friends important to the story but not to the ship) become friends again n reunite on eden where ami ends up getting eden syndrome but in a funky way cause she was logging out as she got eaten so she has a cyber body that over the course of the game deteriorates n at the end of the game ami basically dies right as everything is being fixed all the victims of eden syndrome are no longer comatose but ami is cause yknow kind of deteriorated too much n it happened right in front of nokia's eyes as she reached out for her hand so they could go home together n nokia cries for the only time in the game cause of that but ive genuinely never seen any fan stuff of them interacting so despite them being teased romantically n built up as being really important to eachother theres nothing not even like nokia with takumi (boy protagonist) im submitting it specifically as nokia/ami just cause i like wlw ships more if u want to do it neutrally protag's surname regardless of gender is aiba sorry if this is incoherent its been like 6 months since ive played the game

#septimus heap #digimon cyber sleuth #poll #tournament

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daedalusdavinci · 5 months

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spell homestuck

GOD. THIS IS SO MUCH LONGER THAN TWO FACE. i typed too much and theres too many qs so under the cut it goes

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

books!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or....... i guess comics, these days, but i HATE READING COMICS they juST HAVE MORE COMPELLING FANDOMS. book fandoms are PUNY nad everyone is STUPID. youd think actual literary fandoms would have reading comprehension and understanding of literary critique but no!!!!!!!!!!!!! its literally my eternal fuckign struggle. somehow comic fandoms hit the perfect medium between compelling, readable content and the enthusiasm of cartoon fans without the childishness of cartoon fans

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

this isnt really a thing i do. the only time i associate characters w songs is my own ocs. barbies theme is miltons tower from the what remains of edith finch soundtrack!

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

i have also never really been one to project myself into stories. its just not how i consume media. i think sollux and rose already closely resemble the kinds of friends i make, so maybe them?

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

(freddy fazbear vc) vanessa.... ive done things, im not proud of.

i dont even know if i want to answer this question bc its so fucking humiliating LKJSNDLFSDNFSDF the truth is yes. i am solely responsible for. a lot. particularly in the pjo fandom. i created several crackships ground up all on my own way back in 2014 and developed a following for them and i. dont wantto tell you what those ships were. LSKJDFNSLDJNSDFSDDF ive also pioneered many ship tags for other fandoms and i ship a lot of rarepairs and stuff but i dont think im RESPONSIBLE for them?? in that some ppl already were into them/talking abotu them or tht theyre still not popular (augh. to the ones that became popular) but i AM liTERALLY responsible for some crack shit in the pjo fandom and its. it haunts me sometimes. i dont want to talk about it. IF YOU REMEMBER WHAT I DID NO YOU DONT

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

this is so vague. my headcanons are shifting and nebulous and aus are my constant companion in everything, but uhhhhhhghhusjkdjnsdg i think. roxy writes the same way dave draws comics. its extremely memey and meta and self aware and largely just for the personal lolz, and were all doing her a disservice by pretending her writing looks like roses, when in reality dirk is probably the one whod make comics the way rose makes books (which is probably why he doesnt make comics). its more of that thing where roxy and dave are the same and rose and dirk are the same ykwim. well YOU dont corvus but im sure someone else does

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

jason takes after bruce in terms of like. adopting entirely too many kids. he broods

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

harvey is a heartwrenching character when written well, with a complicated view of morality, heartbreaking ties to our main hero, and a lot of internal conflict. something about such a hopeful character deadset on making a different in the system becoming a victim of it, and the potential he has as a vehicle for critiquing the law.

percy is my favorite character from pjo bc it was the very first time in my life i ever read a book and saw myself in it. hes aggressive, impulsive, and rebellious, he fidgets and has a hard time standing still, he acts on emotion without always thinking it through, he gets in trouble in school and hands his mom a murder weapon to kill his stepdad, hes just... hes a lot of the things ive always gotten in trouble for, things i couldnt help being, and hes a hero. he means everything to me.

vriska, i will maintain until the day i die, is one of the best homestuck characters- maybe just characters?- ever written. shes dramatic, shes impulsive, shes manipulative and mean and creative, and shes just so messy about it. shes a mean girl in a way that feels real, where her trauma impacts and shapes her as a person, and shes complex, with warring wants, and people she cares about, and dreams, and shes so messy. shes rough and rude and shes doing what SHE wants to, being a version of herself that feels right to HER, rather than some caricature of the hot badass evil lady. shes thirteen!! and she FEELS thirteen. shes a thirteen year old weird girl who is kind of an asshole, and she means literally fucking everything to me. shes a pirate!!!!! shes a swashbuckling badass dressing up in her larping outfit and yelling at her friends on the playground to swab the deck and she is the bestest ever, the end.

i didnt mean for each one of these to be longer than the last but here we are.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

i hate jdedave peace and love it just feels weird as hell to me. dave, for the most part, is hyper respectful of other peoples choices and boundaries but when it comes to jade hes always trying to mke choices for her, to protect her, and it gets to the point where even jade points out how much it bugs her. jades crush on dave also seems to come from a place of misunderstanding to me, admiring a lot of the parts of himself that he exaggerates and pretends to care about as a result of trauma. it always felt like a kid crush that they shouldve grown out of with time. dave also just sort of seems to... go along with whatever romantic relationships people push him into at that age, rolling with whoever flirts with him jsut bc hes trying to maintain the image of a player, so its really hard to take him seriously any time he hits on someone?

that is just my interpretation of it tho

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

well. i havent finished my reread of homestuck, so that feels difficult to comment on just yet, bc im sure ill have a different opinion when i do finish it. no one in dc gets character arc bc theyre all just undone immediately, so thats like. yeah. and in pjo the arcs are pretty weak bc 1) kids books and 2) RICK UNDOES THEM ALL. AUGH. regardless of all of this, i am going to say jason grace. he had a lot of development in like the last two hoo books, or maybe just like.... hints of how he couldve developed? promise? which rick immediately set fire to in toa when he killed him, but fUCKING WHATEVER. UGH.

anyway actually tho eleanor from the good place. bisexual icon. queen. probably one of the best character arcs of all time. the episode w her mom has some of the most powerful fucking dialogue ever and i think about it. all the time. i should rewatch the good place.....

#asks #redactedcrow

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shallyne · 1 year

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Sunshine and Promises

If you do not like the pregnancy trope, this is not for you. The fic will be all about a pregnancy between a crackship, I suppose.

Thanks for beta reading @starfall-spirit

Words: 2,397

TW: none

Feyre promised herself to live her life to the fullest possible until she settles down. Then she meets Helion and things seem to fall apart

The moment Feyre had moved out to go to college she promised herself that she would live. She would live, be spontaneous and party, get out of her comfort zone. She would live for the childhood she didn't get and instead worked job for job, barely making enough for her family. So Feyre would have fun and get her degree and then have some more fun. It's not that she didn't want to settle, she definitely wanted that but at some point later in life, when Feyre was content as she lived.

And she did. Feyre had fulfilled her promise all throughout college up until now, a few months after her twenty-sixth birthday. Her friend Ressina, who she met in college, invited her to a party and because Feyre was free that evening, she went. During that party she met Helion, they talked, and flirted, a lot that night but they both went home that night and nothing happened between them. They met again at a friend's birthday party, nothing happened again though the chemistry was certainly there. The third time they met in a club and that's when they exchanged numbers and when Helion had invited her over, Feyre said yes. It wasn't a surprise that they ended up having a one night stand. It's still a one night stand if you stayed the whole weekend without leaving, right?

The weeks after, Feyre was going on about her day as usual and loosely texting with Helion here and there. It mostly turned into them sending each other memes or funny videos. The last she got from Helion was a video of a cat whose head got stuck in an empty bag of chips. Giggling, Feyre's eyes wandered to the date. Suddenly serious, she loosened a breath. Her period was a day late. It's not unusual, she calmed herself down, her period wasn't punctual, exactly to the day. It never was, there was no need to get nervous. So Feyre waited. Then another day went by without her period, and another, and another. After a nightmare plagued her that left a bad taste in her mouth, where she suddenly held a small baby in her arms and people told her it was hers, she threw the covers away from her, put on clothes and went to the nearest 24 hour store. It was around 5 AM but Feyre didn't care, she needed to do this now. So she paid and went home again. Luckily she didn't pee right after waking up so she didn't have to wait and drink an obscene amount of water before she paid on that stick.

"You better not be positive." Feyre muttered as she washed her hands and waited. She leaned against the counter and the longer she waited, the sicker she felt. Her nervousness grew with every tick of the timer she had set. It's going to be alright. It's not going to be- she turned her head to the test. Fucking hell. No! She took the pregnancy test and blinked a few times, hoping that her tired eyes played a trick and there weren't two lines. Feyre was about to throw the test away in a fit but that wouldn't make it less real.

She put the test in a drawer and went back to bed. Of course she couldn't find sleep again as a thousand thoughts were crashing on her. Her phone was heavy in her hand as she considered calling someone. Maybe she could call Ressina, maybe she would call one of her sisters even though they barely talked over the years or maybe - maybe the test was wrong. There was only one way to find out, so Feyre dozed on and off until it was finally late enough that she could make an appointment at her gynecologist. She didn't get an appointment for that day but she got one for the following morning. Feyre could hold out for a day. Just a tiny day.

Although Feyre was itching to talk to someone, she ignored any message that came in today, including Helion's message about some party downtown on the weekend.

Feyre focused on housework and when she was done in the afternoon, her apartment was as clean as it never was. Then she managed to answer most of her emails for work and then get a long shower. When she was done with all of that, it was just 6 PM, so to kill time she put on one of her favorite shows and microwaved herself some dinner. As she watched her show her thoughts drifted off and she tried to remember if she felt different in the last few weeks. She did feel nauseous sometimes but it was usual that she felt a little nauseous when she didn't have her breakfast yet.

Somehow Feyre managed to kill the time until she was tired. During that night she tossed and turned and but she got at least some sleep until she had to get up and get ready for her appointment. As much as Feyre hated to be up early, she was glad that she got an early appointment, the waiting room just started to fill when a nurse called her in.

Usually Feyre is good at keeping her emotions in check but when the doctor told her that she is indeed pregnant, she burst out in tears. She couldn't even place any emotion at that time because she felt them all.

When she left the doctors office she sent Helion a text to ask him if he was home and fortunately he texted back that he was just on his way home and that she could meet him there. Feyre arrived twenty minutes later and knocked on his front door.

"Hello!" Helion greeted her, grinning brightly. "Is everything alright? Your message was so ominous, we need to talk. Or did you look for an excuse to talk to me? You don't need an excuse for that." he crossed his muscular arms.

"Well, we need to talk." Feyre said, pushing her sweaty hands in the pockets of her jacket. "I was just at the doctor's."

The mischievous grin vanished from Helion's face and he stood straighter. "What's going on?"

"I guess it doesn't make sense to talk around it." Feyre sighed. "I'm pregnant."

Helion stared at her and then blurted out "With a baby? Mine?"

"Yes, with a baby! Yes, yours!" Feyre snapped. "Why else would I stand here and tell you? Whose baby would it be?"

"I don't know! I don't know who else you had sex with!" Helion said and threw his arms up in exasperation.

"No one!" Feyre said. "Well at least no other man but that doesn't matter! You're the father!"

Helion let out a breath, looked behind Feyre and then stepped to the side, holding the door open. "Please come in, we don't need to discuss this in the corridor."

Feyre nodded and walked past Helion. He closed the door and then she followed him into an elegant living room. The whole apartment is bigger than Feyre remembered but then again, she didn't really focus on the apartment when she was here the last time.

"Sit wherever you want." he told her and Feyre sat down on one of the big, cushioned chairs. Most of the furniture was kept in white with gold accents, the chair no exception. Feyre raised an eyebrow when she looked at Helion, who stood beside the little coffee table and looked at her.

"Do you want something? Are you hungry? Or thirsty? My fridge is full but we can also order something if you'd like."

Feyre shook her head "No, thank you."

"Not even water?" Helion asked.

"A glass of water would be nice." Feyre smiled at him and he looked relieved as she said so.

"Okay, give me a second. I'll be right back." he said and vanished.

Feyre leaned her head against the backrest of the chair and took a deep breath to calm herself down. It will be alright.

"Here's your water." Helion said and placed it in front of her on the coffee table. Feyre took a sip as Helion sat on the couch closest to her. "So…." he said. "Do you want to keep it?"

Feyre bit on the inside of her cheek. She didn't pay much thought about this and she realized it's because "Yes, I want to keep it."

Helion nodded. "Okay." he said, rubbing his hands. "Good."

They were silent for a few uncomfortable moments. Then Helion said "I'd like to join you. At the doctor's appointments, I mean."

Before Feyre could be grateful and shut her mouth she blurted out "Why?"

Helion genuinely looked confused at her question and slightly tilted his head, his hands stopping to nervously rub each other. "Because it's also my child," he said.

Feyre suddenly felt so embarrassed that she slumped farther into herself as a blush crept onto her cheeks. Helion sighed and then said "Listen, I'm not going to act like this is not a shock. This was the last thing I had expected but if you want to keep the child then I am with you and I want to be a part of the baby's life." he said. "But please be patient with me because I don't have a fucking clue about this."

Feyre laughed and said "Then we can learn together because I don't have a fucking clue either."

They both chuckled and when their laughter faded, they sat in silence for a few moments. It was more comfortable than the silence before. When Feyre put her glass down again after taking a big sip Helion said "Feyre?"

"Yes?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty six!" she answered.

"Twenty six days from your birthday…?" Helion asked.

"Nope, twenty six years old!" Feyre answered and grinned at him.

"Holy shit." Helion muttered and rubbed his eyes. She took a closer look at him and she supposed he was older than her. His thirties maybe or maybe even his early forties. Feyre didn't know, she hadn't asked him when they met each other.

"Are you okay? You look like you're about to cry." Feyre said.

Helion rolled his eyes and said "Good that you're back to your good spirits, brat."

Feyre giggled and took a look at the clock on the opposite wall. "I have to go now." she said truthfully. Her boss was about to call her in the early afternoon and she had to answer the last few emails that waited for her before that call.

"Let's go then." Helion said. He brought her to the front door and when he put on shoes, Feyre asked

"What are you doing?"

"I'll bring you home!" Helion said and grabbed the car keys from a side table.

"You don't have to-"

"But I want to." He interrupted her and gently pushed her out of the front doors. "Be careful, there are steps."

"I know, I'm not blind." she retorted and already went down the stairs as Helion locked his door. It only took him a few seconds until he was at her side again.

During the drive home, he asked her when her next appointment was and she told him that it was in four weeks. He didn't wait in the car as Feyre went into her apartment building, he insisted on bringing her to her apartment safely.

While Feyre threw her keys into a bowl that she had made once in a pottery class, Helion looked around her tiny apartment. He looked like a giant there.

"I know it's very small, I need to find something new in the next few months." she told him.

He turned around and nodded. "And maybe in a better neighborhood."

"I live here because it's affordable." Feyre countered.

"Of course, I didn't want to attack you" Helion said softly and Feyre realized she must have had more bite in her words than she wanted. "I'll get home again, please call if you need something."

Feyre smiled at him "I will, thank you."

He dipped his head once and smiled back. "I'll see you!" he said and left.

When Feyre lounged on her bed that evening, Helion messaged her. The evening he had asked her to join the party downtown, he now asked her to hang out at his apartment to get to know each other better. Feyre told him she's in, they both sat in the same boat now and barely knew each other personally.

Feyre arrived a few minutes earlier at his apartment that Saturday than they agreed on because she wanted to walk and didn't tell Helion. He didn't look surprised when she already stood on his front step and ushered her inside. When she entered his living room another man was lounging on the very same chair she sat on a few days ago. He probably was the most beautiful man Feyre had ever seen. He looked surprised when he looked at her and then stood up.

"Hey." Feyre said.

"Hello." he said, smiling brightly at her. "You must be Feyre."

She looked at the stranger and then at Helion. "You already told him, didn't you?"

Helion smiled at her apologetically. "Yes."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." said the stranger and Feyre turned back around to him. "Congratulations, though."

"Thank you." Feyre said.

"I'm Rhysand." he said, extending his hand "But my friends call me Rhys."

Feyre shook it. "Nice to meet you, Rhysand."

Rhysand chuckled. "Please call me Rhys. I guess that's my cue to leave," he said.

"Why? Stay!" she grinned at Helion. "I don't trust you to tell me embarrassing details. Do you know some embarrassing stuff about him, Rhys?"

"I do know a lot of embarrassing stories about Helion." Rhys said, his violet-blue eyes dancing with humor.

Helion laughed. "What's one more mouth to feed? But I would have told you the embarrassing details myself."

"That's also true." Rhys said, sitting down on the couch and leaving the chair to Feyre.

They all ordered and while they waited, Helion told her that he owned his own club and Rhys inherited the company of his father. During their meal, they all got to know each other but they also told Feyre stories that were so ridiculous that she almost spewed water over the whole table because she laughed so much.

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rikusoma · 2 years

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This is in no way a hate ask- it's just kinda good to talk about it lol

I think a lot of the times another ship's fandom interacts with bkdks, it's always to be angry at us for "stealing moments" and not only is this confusing, but also??? Stealing how and what moment. But then i realized the moments they're talking about were either moments that went for bkdk or that had a connection to them in some way.

Ex: the kr///bk hand holding at Kamino, they didn't like the way we were talking of Deku and his insecurity over Bakugou taking his hand, or how Kirishima said that out of all the people in the room he was the one suffering the most. They really didn't like that.

(I dislike the kr//bk ship simply because of how some of the shippers are, but also, I understand the appeal of the ship. Please understand that this isn’t an anti kr//bk post, this is more plot and relationship analysis) So, I can kind of understand this, and I sympathize with it. They ship something and they want canon content, not just fics and fanart.

But then they get a crumb of something that makes them happy and then realize the purpose of it was something entirely different, and they see it as taking away the importance of something they latched on to (cause a moment only matters if it specifically furthers a ship, right?). When Kirishima was the one to reach out to Bakugou, it really was a great moment of showing that there was that level of trust and that Kirishima didn't threaten Bakugou's pride. But THE POINT of that moment, confirmed by Hori himself, was to showcase the pain of Deku deciding to pass up the chance to reach out to Bakugou himself, because at that point, either Bakugou wouldn't accept it (which would put him in more danger) or he would but it would push him even further away cause of his hurt pride. And chances are it would've been the first.

Deku gave up something his desperately wanted to ensure Bakugou's safety and it's very obvious that it's a painful moment for him. It wasn't a kr//bk moment like it seemed to have been at first and that kind of baiting is bound to make some people upset, and their feelings are valid. But they need to deal with those feelings and accept that their ship just doesn't have any chance at being canon. And that's ok! Your ship doesn't need to have canon evidence to be a valid one, even crackships deserve respect.

It just gets me when these people who ship something that has absolutely no canon evidence turn around on bkdk shippers and tell us we shouldn't ship it cause it's not gonna happen, as if kr//bk has any chance at all. And for some reason, some of them think jumping onto the post of another ship to try and debunk it is somehow going to give them the content and ending they want, as if the shippers who scream the loudest are heard by the author (Hori has been setting up bkdk since chapter 1, episode 1, literally the beginning. Bkdk wasn't a choice he made later cause he saw that people were shipping them and wanted to pander, and I reeeeeally need some people to get that through their heads.).

Shippers need to learn to respect other ships in general. I really don't want to make this any longer, but it makes me think of how this how ship war parallels the pumpkin spice latte discourse XD if you want to hear my thoughts on that, just let me know.

#bkdk #bakudeku #antis #bakugou #deku #kirishima #anon answer #anonymous #pumpkin spice latte mention

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kissimirrit · 2 years

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I’m in love with your killudust fanarts but I’m a bit confused on where that ship stands in your ship list. What do you think about it? How long have you liked it?

One time, I think I must’ve seen you claiming that you started liking it more than killugon cuz you hated how twitter was being a major ass when it came to other types of ships that paired up Killua and Gon with other people.

So I’m curious: if you now like killudust more than killugon, are you gonna start making more killudust art? I’m just wondering about that cuz I thought about it so many times. It’s also okay if you’re not going to either. It’s whatever yk?

(hi! rereading my answer i noticed i come across as crass; so sorry if my tone reads as like i'm mad or upset or angry. talking about getting harassed just makes me feel exhausted).

i like killudust because it's funny and random and it makes me laugh.

ultimately when it comes to ships i like, if it can make me laugh, it shoots up into my top 3 favorites. my otps in any fandoms, the majority of the time, are crackships because i found them funny. my first crackship was gaz x GIR from invader zim when i was 8 or 9 (invader zim was also my first online fandom at around this time btw). i have ALWAYS loved crackships. i have ALWAYS loved silly pairings that made me laugh, whether they had canon basing or not (but them having no canon backing and being very random helped the funny-factor for me)

so as for where killudust stands on my ship list, it genuinely is my OTP for HxH (and in my top 3 for overall ships across all fandoms i am in). i used to REALLY love killugon because of all the silly scenarios one could make with them, because these two characters have such funny interactions!! i started being vocal about killua x gold dust girl in early-mid 2020, so that's a little over two years.

(note: i've talked about killudust on other servers i'm no longer in before these screenshots)

so i've considered killudust my #1 hxh ship for a little over two years, actually.

but unfortunately, romantic killugon has gotten pretty soured for me? i still love platonic/queerplatonic killugon don't get me wrong! but the way the fandom on twitter acts about ships that paired gon and killua with other people (and ESPECIALLY killua with female characters). like, being accused of heinous things and getting a bout of harassment SOLELY for being vocal about a crackship i liked and making silly drawings for it just absolutely severed any love i had for killugon in response. being called a homophobic pedophile (she's??? a card game character??? and it appears like she's within his age range if not a little bit older??? and even then i portray her as a fictional character he "waifus" and not an actual character. like???) and being called a proshipper (this word has been divorced of all meaning it literally means nothing anymore if ppl can just fling it at anyone who ships anything against the status-quo) for a non-problematic crackship just really killed any desire i had to make anymore content for killugon.

unfortunately hxh is no longer my hyperfixation, and hyperfixation is usually a big factor in fandom content i create. but sometimes i'll find a drive to create hxh content again (especially if my friends still into hxh manage to wrangle that inspiration and motivation out of me) and USUALLY i've noticed that motivation comes in the form of killudust. so the handful of times i've dipped my toes back into hxh after my hyperfixation ended was for killudust, so most likely if i were to make hxh content in the future again— it would probably be killudust. i'm a spiteful person by nature, so i'm definately not letting anything STOP me from making things i WANT to make. sometimes it even fuels me to make it even more when it's fresher.

but i hope this answers your questions! i appreciate that you've been paying attention to me, sometimes i just think i scream into a void where no one sees ahaha <3

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buniyaad · 3 years

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August 23rd - 29th, 2021

Monday, August 23rd - Hero/Villain Swap // Cyberpunk AU

Tuesday, August 24th - Curses // Ancestors

Wednesday, August 25th - Japanese Mythology // Greek Mythology

Thursday, August 26th - Friends to Enemies // Enemies to Lovers

Friday, August 27th - Kingdom Lore // Non-Human Lore

Saturday, August 28th - Freedom // Calamity

Sunday, August 29th - Free Day

Purpose?

To increase the amount of and diversify fanworks in the Black Clover fandom featuring canon characters!!

But we have a general Black Clover Week, so why should we participate in this one?

Good question!! The main purpose of this week is to showcase Tabata’s cast of characters through various prompts that are not relegated to the just safe-for-tunglr dot hell environment. In fact, this week will not have a dedicated blog that will be collecting these works. Instead, these prompts are free for anyone to use and publish on their preferred social media, archives, and landing sites (Tunglr, Twitter, AO3, Livejournal, etc). Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be no mods but moi, no advertising of paid services, or participant restrictions.

To reiterate, this event will solely focus on canon characters, and will NOT encourage Original Characters and Self-Inserts as the center of the fancontent. This an opportunity for people who’d like to explore canon characters, dynamics, and relationships to come forth and get their creative juices flowing. Crackshipping between canon actors is encouraged, as well as darkfic, horrorfic, genre-specific work, and other both safe and not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell tropes.

So how does it work?

The release date for works is from Monday, the 23rd of August through Sunday, the 29th of August!

Since this is a create-and-explore-at-will event, creators will be encouraged to write, draw, and create freely. Readers and viewers will be encouraged to engage with whatever content they feel comfortable with.

In order to ensure that both creators and readers/viewers are making informed decisions about what they engage with, all creators must include all triggers, genre specifications, ships, and warnings in their posts so that people are free to opt out of engaging with the work.

All safe-for-tunglr fanfiction should be under a read-more. Safe-for-tunglr fanart does not need to be under a read-more.

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want anyone getting their blog banned because they forgot tunglr dot hell no longer supports 6k pwp between Vanica and Undine the water spirit.

And last but not least - if you are engaging with any of the fancontent, reblog, reblog, reblog! Share the work with your followers. Send all the love to the creators for crafting their masterpieces!!

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics, meme collections, fanvids, whatever your heart desires! Go wild!!!

Can I create/write not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell content?

Yes!!! All creators must include all triggers, genre specifications, ships, and warnings in their posts so that people are free to opt out of engaging with their work. All not-safe-for-tunglr fanfiction, fanart, and multimedia must be linked to a separate landing site (Twitter, AO3, etc.)!!!

And I reiterate, tag all triggers!!! All of them!!! I mean it, thotties!!!

What does (X) prompt mean?

Each day has two prompts!! You can either pick a prompt OR you can combine prompts in different ways.

For example, for Hero/Villain swap, you can do a traditional swap between a villain and a hero through artwork and other multimedia, OR, you can explore hero-to-bastard and bastard-to-hero dynamics through fanfiction and other multimedia. Let your imagination take you where you want to go with each prompt!! If you want to explore both curses and ancestors in the same fanart/fanfic, then be my guest!!

Both Canonverse and AU content is acceptable! Creativity is key! Have fun!!!

Can I crackship/multiship/harem/OT3/polyam the characters?

Absolutely!!! The only stipulation is that the characters must ALL be from the Black Clover CANON. If you want to write a throuple between Charmy, Henry, and Yami, then heck yeah!!! If you are writing a polycule with Vanessa, Finral, Nozel, and an OC, I will have to respectfully ask you not to participate in the week as the focus of the week are the characters of the Black Clover canon, and the purpose of the week is to increase and diversify fanworks that explore canon characters. Thank you for understanding!!!

Does this have a tag?

During release week, use the general “black clover” tag to share your work with the wider Black Clover fandom on tunglr. You can use whatever other tags you fancy. If you have work you’re not sharing on tunglr dot hell but would like to share with me, feel free to send me an ask with a link to the work!!

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I didn’t read a damn thing before this, Ava.

TL;DR: Almost four months left!!! For all content creators out there, now’s the time to start thinking about what prompts you want to utilize for your creations!! There are no creative restrictions, but I do ask that you follow these posting tips:

All safe-for-tunglr fanfiction should be under a read-more.

Safe-for-tunglr fanart does not need to be under a read-more.

Provide contents warnings for all triggers, squicks, and genres. Unfortunately, Black Clover fandom has its share of Puritans, so PLEASE be sure to post warnings for all your fanfiction and fanart, even the tame stuff!!

You can participate as much as you want!! Maybe you only wanna create for one day? Cool! Maybe you’re an overachieving corporate clown insomniac like myself, and wanna create for every day of the week? Go for it!!!

We’re almost four months away from release week, so take your time, sift through the prompts, and get your creative juices flowing! I will be sending out reminders every two weeks until the go-live date. Thanks, lads!!

For the people who showed interest during the initial interest check:

@kofiscrib, @silvyavan, @avatarpabu97, @the-black-bulls, @princesshildahw, and @spindaonateaspoon

#Black Clover #asta #yami sukehiro #noelle silva #dante zogratis #ava's ficcing adventures #real talk #2021bcweek

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abraxos-is-toothless · 3 years

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Summer Lovin’ (Lucien x Tarquin)

Hello all!

This fic is something new, and will be in multiple parts, updated as and when I finish the next part. It is a Lucien x Tarquin fic. I know what you’re think but I had this thought about them because everyone writes crackships, but then I told @tswaney17 and the two of us fell in love with the idea. She is to thank for this spiral.

I’m using my general ACOTAR tag list for this, but you do not have to read it. Also do let me know if you would like to be kept out of the tags for this in the future. (The title is just something for now because I honestly haven’t decided something yet😂)

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Lucien’s life had been chaotic lately, but still, he hadn't quite expected this to happen, of all things.

Elain had finally said she didn't want this bond between them. He knew it was going to happen and he couldn't exactly blame her. Having it related to a traumatic experience wasn't going to be something positive, and no matter what the Cauldron thought of them matching each other, accepting the bond wouldn't have made them happy. She had the Spymaster for that, and Lucien was grateful to see how much she’d healed since seeing her as skin and bones in the library of the House of Wind. Azriel helped her and loved her; it wasn’t something predestined or whatever other shit people liked to talk about. They had chosen it for themselves, and Lucien couldn’t fault them for being happy.

Then came one of the biggest bombshells of his life.

Beron was not his father.

Though he had found out several months ago, it was still fresh in his mind, as though it were yesterday that he had been told.

Lucien still didn’t understand what he was doing in the River House. Rhysand had turned up in the human lands this morning to get him. When he’d asked why, the bastard just smiled at him. Lucien had honestly thought that the male might have been taking him to his death. But then he winnowed them into an office, Feyre sitting in the window, little Nyx in her arms and a content smile on her face. Now it was a few hours later, Nesta had been and gone, collecting her nephew for his nap, and still, he didn’t know why they had brought him here.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on now, or do I have to wait several more hours?” Rhys was just smiling from where he sat on his chair, wings hidden and humming, making Lucien roll his eyes. Feyre came to sit next to her mate, giving him a reprimanding look. She gave Lucien a soft smile.

“Just a little longer, I promise.” Feyre had barely even finished the sentence when there was a knock on the door. “There we go.” She stood, smoothing the skirts of her dress before walking towards the door, trailing light fingers over Rhys’ shoulder as she went. When she pulled the door open, Lucien could honestly say he was shocked to see that it was Helion on the other side, led by Cassian.

“Your guest, dearest sister. Please, take him.” Helion let out a low chuckle behind the general. He placed a hand over his heart, faking pain when Cassian turned to look at him.

“You wound me. Why so hasty to get rid of me?”

“If you keep looking at time the way you are, I will not be held responsible for what Nesta does to you in a jealous rage.” Helion’s retort was cut off when the female in question shouted from somewhere else in the house.

“You can take him! He’s been a pesky annoyance as of late.” Cassian disappeared then, grumbling about how she didn’t mean that, he was never annoying and Nesta was madly in love with him. Which was true,-the madly in love part, not Cassian not being annoying- anyone could see it. Lucien would never tell her about the doe eyed look she got though. He valued actually being alive.

Helion laughed again, bending down to kiss Feyre on one cheek and then the other.

“Feyre, you look as lovely as you always do. Motherhood suits you.”

“That I agree with entirely.” Rhys said as his mate welcomed the newcomer into the room, closing the door gently behind them.

“I’ve told you Rhysand, no more babes until Nyx is older.” The male nodded in agreement, though Lucien thought they were going to be having this discussion a lot in the near future. She smacked him over the back of the head when he smirked, before sitting once more. He had a feeling they were talking to each other in secret again. “Have you made it so no one can hear us?” She asked when they were all settled. Helion now sat in the chair next to him, giving him a nod, Feyre sitting on the arm of Rhysand’s seat. The High Lord of the Night Court gave a dip of his head. “Warded the moment you closed the door, my love.”

“Good. Now, onto what we brought the both of you here for.”

Helion crossed an ankle over the other knee, hands linked where they rested in his lap. The High Lord of Day was dressed in a mix of gold and black. Gold fabric covered his body. One side of his chest left bare, clothing pinned at the other, flowing down his body, belted at the skirt. It was embroidered around the hem with reds and greens, and it seemed to shimmer like glitter under moonlight. Sandals wrapped around the dark skin of his calves. “Forgive me for asking, but why such secrecy? Can you not trust your own family?”

Lucien didn’t understand why they were being so careful all of a sudden, either. Any time he’d been in here, discussing all the problems they were still trying to overcome from the war with Hybern, they’d never stopped the others inside the house from being able to hear too. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the side. “The information will leave this room when you do, and you will do with it as you see fit.”

Lucien spoke then, frustrated. “You brought me here hours ago, told me absolutely nothing on why I had to come. Just tell us what’s going on.” Rhys raised a dark brow at him, but said nothing, so he turned to Feyre. She sighed, wringing her hands together before stopping herself. It was one of her nervous traits, and nervous traits accompanied by serious conversations never boded well.

“Back when we were trying to get the High Lords to work together, to help us against Hybern, you told us a story about Lucien’s mother, Helion.”

“Yes, I did.” Lucien hadn’t known that. But he supposed looking for Myriam and Drakon meant he wasn’t privy to a lot of information. There were things from the time he was gone that he was still learning about.

“Including the affair that you had.” Lucien sucked in a sharp breath, slowly looking at the male seated beside him. Beron was not nice to his mother, he knew that. But the man had spies everywhere, always had. He would have had to have known about his mother being with Helion. And if he knew, he would have had her killed for it.

“But my mother lives. My father wouldn’t have allowed her to live after he’d found out. And trust me he knows, he always knows when his family isn’t doing exactly what he wants them to.” Beron would have wanted to set an example, a vicious one at that. He showed that with what happened to Jessminda. Thinking of her only made Lucien think fondly of their good memories together now. He was no longer attacked by grief and self hatred, though waves of sadness would come and go. On the bad days, the storm in his head made them rough and dangerous, but those were few and far between.

Feyre started to look uncomfortable, causing Rhys to continue. “To have killed her, would have caused a scandal. He was younger then, and it wouldn’t have done him any good.”

Lucien still didn’t understand and it was starting to piss him off. His fire tempted its boundaries, flames growing hotter and higher in his frustration. It felt as if it were boiling his blood, heating his skin. He pushed it down into the depths where it belonged. “The only scandal is that she wasn’t faithful. The gods know he fucking hasn’t been. But then again it was always ‘do as I say and not as I do’ with him anyway.” Feyre simply shook her head at him. He opened his mouth to say something, to say how pointless this meeting was if they weren’t going to get to the point, when Helion suddenly sucked in a sharp breath from beside him. Lucien startled slightly.

“Mother above.” He breathed. “He can’t be. No, you’re lying, I don’t believe you.” Helion just stared at Lucien when he turned to him, amber eyes wide, mouth partly open.

“I’m not lying, Helion. I figured it out that day, and I’ve also had his mother confirm, but do not ask me how. You can see why Beron hated him the most now.” Lucien was severely done with them taking but still not explaining anything to him.

“Confirm what! What are you fucking talking about?” Rhysand looked at him, not even phased by his outburst.

“Beron is not your father, Lucien.” No. No. They were lying. When he looked at Feyre, when he looked at his friend, she gave him a small nod. He looked back at the male beside him, the male who seemed to be shocked into silence by the situation.

As if Lucien’s life couldn’t get anymore fucked.

It had been months since that day. Feyre told them again that she wouldn’t say how she’d been in contact with his mother, and Lucien didn’t want her to tell him anything anyway, no matter how much he wished to find out so he could see how she was. To talk to her himself. It would put her at risk, and Lucien wouldn’t allow that. And he knew now that Helion wouldn’t either. His father. The High Lord of Day was his father. Lucien was the sole heir to the Day Court. Helion had been nothing but welcoming in the time sincerely but he never pushed. Said that it didn’t have to mean anything, if it wasn’t what he wanted. Lucien had been a little confused with his wants at first, but had decided that he wanted them to acknowledge it. Wanted them to get to know each other.

Helion asked him a few weeks ago to stay with him. They didn’t have to be in the same building, that Lucien could stay wherever he liked in the Day Court, but he did want him to stay. Lucien had found he couldn’t refuse. Jurian and Vassa had been angry with him, saying that he was just abandoning them, that clearly he’d only used them. He had tried to explain that he’d just found the one who had actually fathered him. That he wanted them to have some kind of relationship, something that was robbed from the both of them. The two wouldn’t hear it, and told him to leave. So he went. They had each been closer to each other than they ever had with Lucien anyway.

That was how he was here now, standing in the garden of the small townhouse his father had found for him, the male in question standing across from him. Helion was standing in the early morning rays, arms at his sides, golden crown absent and spouting words Lucien never thought he’d hear in his life. “You want to do what?” Lucien said, still wondering if this was something that was actually happening. Helion sighed, rubbing both hands over his face for a moment, before pulling them away.

“I know that it’s not even been that long since we’ve found out the truth. And I know I don’t have the right to ask anything of you, but I think this could be the biggest step towards allying the courts together.” Lucien could see the frustration on his face, knowing that he struggled to ask this.

“You want me to marry the High Lord of Summer?”

“Yes.”

“Does he know that you want to do this?” Helion moved closer to him a little.

“I proposed a marriage alliance to Tarquin, but I didn’t say who. He agreed after a lengthy discussion, but only if who I chose wanted it. You know I haven’t formally announced that you are my son yet, and this would mean I’d have to.” Lucien folded his arms across his chest, suddenly self conscious.

“And you don’t want to announce it?”

“No.” Lucien stopped, hands tightening where they rested on his biceps. Helion, suddenly realising what he’d said, scrambled to backtrack. “Gods, I meant yes. Yes I want to tell them all I have a son. I just weren’t sure if you were ready for that.” His father let out an unsteady breath, meeting Lucien’s eyes for a second before looking away, only two repeat that over and over. “You don’t have to do this, but having my son marrying into another court makes the alliance stronger than if I were to pick out anyone else.” Lucien understood. And he understood wanting all of the courts to get along. It would mean they could truly live in peace, something they had all hoped for.

“I’ll do it.” Helion’s head shot up, disbelief written across his face.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I really thought you were going to say no, probably yell at me or something.” Lucien’s brows furrowed, a red lock of hair falling in front of his face.

“Why would I do that?” Helion sighed, almost exasperated. Though Lucien noticed he didn’t hold tension in his shoulders anymore, seemed more relaxed and at ease now that Lucien had answered him.

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was using you. Also, I didn’t even ask. Do you like males? That should have been a question right? I mean, I just assumed, I shouldn’t have.” His father was rambling, and Lucien chuckled.

“Yes, I like males. And Tarquin is a good male, a good High Lord. It might not end in love but, I might get a friendship out of it.” Lucien smiled, a full grin, teeth showing. It was something he realised he hadn’t done in a long, long time. Suddenly the breath was sucked out of him, and strong arms wrapped around his body. It took a moment, but Lucien returned the gesture, hugging him back. Helion was taller than him, and nearly pulled him off of his feet.

“I’m sorry. Sorry for asking. I should have found another way.”

“It’s alright. I think this might be good for me. I had Tamlin and we both know how that ended. I didn’t fit, at the Night Court, not like they do. And Jurian and Vassa...well, I told you what happened. Maybe I’ll find a home with Tarquin.” Helion pulled back, holding his shoulders, a soft smile on his face.

“You may not think it, but you fit here. I never got to be there before, and part of me is glad because the not knowing kept you and your mother safe, but I’m here now. I want to be your father.”

“Thank you.” They decided to continue walking through the garden then. Mostly in companionable silence, occasionally asking the odd question here and there. Lucien was getting lost in his own thoughts. He wondered whether Tarquin would be okay that it was Lucien he was marrying. If they’d be able to make some kind of happy life together. The few times he’d seen him before, Lucien could admit he was attracted to him. It was easy to make conversation with Tarquin, to find common interests. There was the chance it would never turn romantic and Lucien would be okay with that, but at least he’d have a companion to live his life with.

Maybe this was his chance to get his own happy ending.

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Well there it is. The beginning. You’ll see Tarquin next time I promise but I just wanted to give you something to see if you were going to like the story or not. Please be respectful, I’m tired of the ship wars. I want this to be a safe place for me to post the ideas that I have.

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#acotar fic #a court of thorns and roses #lucien x tarquin #lucien vanserra #helion #tarquin #high lord of day #high lord of summer #lucquin #they’re officially my babies #my fic #my writing #haz writes #acotar fan fic #acosf spoilers #possibly?

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imaginariumrpc · 3 years

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imaginarium : a place devoted to the imagination, largely devoted to simulating and cultivating the imagination, towards scientific, artistic, commercial, recreational and/or spiritual ends.

Hello, bonjour and pusu’l, lovelies! My name’s Arcana, I’m twenty years old, a Canadian, a Solar Cancererian, a Lunar Sagittarian and a Rising Libra, according to the Western Zodiac, and a Dragon according to the Chinese Zodiac, Genderfluid, Multigender, Transgender, Non-Binary, Intersex, Queer, Autigender, Pearlian, Two Spirit, Androgynos, Draoidhe, DemiOmniBiromantic/DemiOmniBisexual, Autistic and otherwise neurodivergent, ENFP, Ravenpuff, Thunderbird, Otherkin, Therian, an Animist, a Pagan and I’m intrigued in the occult and witchcraft and I am additionally a white passing mixed triracial multi-indigenous person of color or more specifically, of Mi’kmaw, Wyandot, Wolastoqiyik, Métis and Sephardi Jewish heritage! I like cuddling and playing with cats and dogs and animals, eating pizza, taking pictures, music, reading, writing, gushing about friends and helping others. So with that said, I’m here to present you guys my new rpc / rph / aesthetic / inspiration / resource / personal / edit blog ! It’s for my own use but it can also be for your use ( provided you don’t take any of my original content off of this blog without my express permission ), the rpc and anyone else who wishes to use it, too! It features musings, codes, psd’s, psa’s, memes and a LOT more sprinkled with the occasional original content from me.

WHAT I DO:

a discord server affliated with this blog.

faceclaim help. ( poc, lgbtqia2+ and underused faceclaims included! )

alternate faceclaim suggestions ( send me a faceclaim that you don’t want to use and I’ll make a list of alternates. )

fancasts ( send me a character and i’ll make a post of potential faceclaims. )

name help.

label help.

plot help.

admin advice.

url help.

muse help. ( i.e names, concepts, character creation, worldbuilding, lore, etc. )

guides &&. tutorials.

general advice and being here to talk to.

rp advice.

opinions. ( depending on what it is. )

memes.

musings.

muse inspo.

base icon batches ( uncommon, but will open on occasion. )

psd recommendations.

shoutouts.

masterlists.

promo’s. ( provided you submit it to me as a photo. )

psa’s.

unpopular opinions.

character metas. ( occasionally, depending on the muse and on the fandom. )

positivity. ( muses — be they canon or original, fandom aligned or otherwise, and muns. )

venting. ( nothing hateful or discriminatory ! )

rants. ( nothing hateful or discriminatory ! )

first look reviews. ( on occasion. )

critiques. ( on occasion. )

in-depth blog reviews. ( on occasion. )

muse archetype aesthetic edits / moodboards. ( i.e the artist, the femme fatale, etc. )

dynamic / bond / family / friendship / squad / ship edits / moodboards ( poc, interracial and lgbtqia2+, polyamorous, m/m / mlm, f/f / wlw and nblnb included! )

faceless muse edits. ( muses of color and ships included! )

character emotional traits.

multiple genres, time periods and settings. ( i.e: historical, antiquity, medieval, vintage, modern, supernatural, fantasy, apocalypse, action, horror, science fiction, etc. )

aesthetics. ( i.e dark academia, solarpunk, retro, goth, lovecore, etc. )

theme recommendations.

template recommendations.

family templates ( occasional. )

fandom lists ( eventually. )

masculine, feminine and nonbinary.

cultural awareness.

locations ( including but not limited to interiors, exteriors, homes, and all the continents. ).

scenery.

nature.

animals.

mythology.

weddings.

religion ( specifically for muses from certain religions i.e jewish and muslim muses, etc. )

disabled and neurodivergent muse representation and resources.

resources and representation for the lgbtqia2+ / mogai community and its muses, i.e lesbian muses, gay muses, bi muses, trans* ( including nonbinary, genderfluid, genderless and other non-cisgender ) muses, queer muses, intersex muses, aromantic / asexual muses and two spirited muses, among other muses that are considered queer.

resources and representation for all muses of color, including black muses, indigenous / native muses, latinx muses, asian muses ( all asians, not just east asians ! ), pasifika muses, jewish muses, etc., that overpower than that of white muses, there are still resources for white muses, though muses of color will always be a priority on this blog.

resources for portraying pregnant muses ( will be tagged! ).

resources for portraying muses who practice witchcraft.

resources for portraying muses who are sex workers.

resources for muses of all ages, including children, adolescents, adults and elders.

resources for animated muses.

resources for nonhuman muses.

cuisine.

makeup ( for muses of all genders ! ).

tattoos.

nsfw. ( will be tagged ! )

pride flags.

texts.

userboxes.

seasons.

colors.

zodiac.

typography.

concepts.

plots.

imagine your otp/ot3/etc.

“make me choose” events.

confessions.

wardrobe.

physique ( friendly to all skin tones, body types, shapes and sizes! ).

wishlist.

faves.

crack.

shitposts.

mun stuff.

music playlists ( including my own spotify playlists ).

aesthetics and edits of my own muses.

resources and character tags for my muses.

stimboards.

occasionally post some of my fanfiction / drabble works.

occasional drabble / fanfic requests.

occasionally post some of my music works.

possibly post specific music edits when i figure out how to do so.

more to be added when i think of something.

WHAT I WILL NOT DO:

callout posts.

drama posts.

get involved in discourse.

flame other people.

bash on characters, fandoms and/or ships.

post recent spoilers of a series without tagging it.

tolerate bigoted, homophobic, lesbophobic, biphobic, omniphobic, panphobic, aphobic, arophobic, transphobic, enbyphobic, queerphobic, racist, colorist, sexist, exorsexist, intersexist, heterosexist, anti-polyamory, anti-mogai, anti-neopronouns, anti-nounself pronouns, anti-emojiself pronouns, anti-self diagnosis or mental health gatekeeper, victim blaming, gender/orientation/mental health gatekeeping, anti-otherkin, anti-feminist, ageist, speciesist, ableist, fatphobic, anti-black, anti-native, islamophobic, antisemitic, antiromani, xenophobic, exclusionist, transmeds/truscum, terfs/swerfs, radfems, heightist, sizeist, discrimination on cultures and subcultures, discrimination on religion or lack thereof, mysogynist/misandrist, white supremacist or any kind of supremacist honestly, nationalist, linguistic discrimination, or otherwise hateful, discriminatory, derogatory, vulgar and just overall dumb language, speech, behaviors and attitudes.

gif requests.

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manips.

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crackship edit requests ( unless stated otherwise. )

edited icon batches ( unless if i’m releasing my own that i no longer use. )

theme / page / code making.

psd making.

more to be added if i think of something.

So, with that said, PLEASE like and/or reblog this if you’re interested in using it or at the very least spread the word! I really want to try and help people and have fun with you guys, but I can’t do that if this doesn’t get any notes. You can find out more information by reading my F.A.QHERE! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you all have a wonderful morning/day/evening/night! Yours truly, with all of my love, Arcana.

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tempestaurora · 3 years

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Any advice for getting your writing noticed? I have a 18 chapter with 37,000+ words and I have like 900 hits. It updates pretty regularly too

oof i assume we’re talking fic here, so here’s what i’ve got for you, take from it what you will:

check the tags you’re using, both character/fandom tags but also content tags. if something features, tag it - you don’t know who’s looking for that content at the moment. (on the other side of things, don’t tag every character who appears, just the ones you feel are central, because people don’t like minor character appearances when they’re looking for fics about a character)

posting towards the end of the week is, on most websites, the best time to do so. the closer you get to thursday/friday/saturday/sunday, the more likely people are to read your work during their friday lunch breaks and weekends

likewise, try to figure out what timezone the bulk of the fandom is in (for american shows, it’s usually - you guessed it - america) and try and time your posting for mid-afternoon there. i’ve found that posting for my timezone, eight hours ahead of the bulk of the fandom, means that my work can disappear very quickly beneath everyone elses

share your work on tumblr with the relevant tags (only the first five will show up on searches, so use the fandom, relationship, central characters for best effects)

there are, to my knowledge, fic fandoms on twitter and instagram but i don’t know them well enough to say how best to draw them in, but if you have fandom accounts there, its worth trying

make gifs/moodboards for your fics. i don’t know why other than its aesthetically pleasing to share them, but i’ve found that when i want to post a link to my fics, if i put a moodboard on it first, people are more likely to reblog it AND they’re more likely to read it.

(for moodboard examples, here’s my stucky moodboard for a fic that has only 86 notes, but i noticed readership growth after posting, and my hydra’s not a home moodboard that has 300 notes - my most shared hnah-related post. i’ve also made others for crack fics and ciaconnaa fics for funsies and they tend to get reblogged more than regular fic update posts)

leave notes at the end of chapters asking direct questions for readers to answer to increase comments. it’s a little like how other websites’ algorithms work with interaction, but what happens is readers sometimes see higher comment numbers on a post and just subconsciously think, oh people must be enjoying it. i know i’ve seen low readership/high comment fics and been intrigued enough to click before.

just keep going. sometimes readership will improve the further you get into a piece - people will see it completed and only read it then.

make sure that on your chapter estimate, it doesn’t have a question mark. give it a number. your best guess at how many chapters there will be. that tells the reader you know how it’s going to end (even if you don’t) and you’re less likely to quit while it’s still going and actually finish it. you can always change it later. all my love forever was initially estimated at 6 chapters and it ended up with 18. eventually, commenters actually enjoyed my notes constantly saying, okay i was wrong it’s gonna be even longer than i thought.

I think something super important to note is that if you’re writing for a rarepair, crackship or quiet fandom, interaction is likely to be low. writing for z nation, for example, meant that fics I worked really hard on got very little praise or interest at all - and that’s something you either have to be okay with, because you enjoy writing for that particular subject, or something you have to decide you won’t take part in for the sake of interaction.

but then again, if you’re only writing to have audience interaction, your motive is going to be your downfall, and that outside force for your creativity might leave you floundering. writing for your love of writing and the characters and content is your best chance at enjoying what you’re doing and keeping it up.

and sometimes, loud fandoms with big relationships don’t always vibe with every fic. not every concept and au is going to be popular, even if you’ve worked really hard on it. the only thing you can do is enjoy what you’re creating and move onto the next thing you enjoy.

besides, those 900 reads means that there are people who are enjoying what you’re creating, and they are coming back for every chapter. they might not be many but they’re excited for your story nonetheless.

#ao3 #writing #fan fic #writing advice #talk #anon #Anonymous #even if you're the best writer in the world and do everything right #sometimes people just do not want to read what you're writing and it's just Like That #you just gotta do what you enjoy and then find the next thing you enjoy when you're done

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gxrlcinema · 3 years

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Ao3 Tag Game

Tagged by the amazing @buckysbiota (who I kind of blush everytime I remember follows me). I thought this was cool and I'd never seen it before.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 9 works up, only one of which is not on Tumblr.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

9,874 (my stuff is pretty short most of the time)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On Ao3, I've written for the MCU, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals and Teen Wolf (there are technically more but they're all MCU offshoots).

At various points in my life I also wrote One Direction, Doctor Who and 5sos fanfics but thank G-d those don't exist anywhere on the internet.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

does he know the way (i worship our love)?

ready to comply

Lover (the only fic that you can't find here on Tumblr)

a home for bucky (a shonda for die goyim)

no world outside

I haven't compared the numbers for what this looks like on Tumblr, but I imagine it's pretty similar.

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I respond to most comments, because I love getting them! A handful of times it's people asking for more of a particular fic, and I never quite know what to say to them. But mostly, I love comments. Someone left the nicest one on my new Steve fic yesterday and I want it framed on my wall.

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

That's a toss-up between my Teen Wolf drabbles, Peace, ready to comply, and does he know the way (i worship our love)? Like, is Bucky treating himself as the Winter Soldier more or less angsty than Stiles recognizing that he is no longer himself while the Nogitsune possesses his body? I live for creating angst, so I think all of them are pretty dark.

7. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I don't, mostly because what interests me as a writer is the characters dealing with their own universe. That being said, there's a pretty wild MCU x TVDU crossover being composed in @thedumpster-fire and I's DMs.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not directly on a fic, no. This one time I got engaged in the dumbest beef in Tumblr history and the blog I was arguing with went to my Ao3 and screenshotted how little hits any of my fics received and said I was a "flop on Ao3" (objectively true). I only tell that story because the Vampire Diaries community on here really rallied behind me and went to leave kudos and comments on my stuff. So, y'know, shoutout to all the TVD writers who made that into something awesome. <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I feel like I keep writing fics that imply sex, but no I don't write smut. I think it'd be terrible and I think other people have it covered, honestly.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. I don't think any of my fics are good enough or popular enough to warrant stealing.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A (thankfully deleted) Wattpad fic about Rose and the clone of Ten from Doctor Who having to find love and establish their identities in the alternate universe. I wrote it with a friend in middle school.

12. What's your all time favorite ship?

This changes constantly. I'm more character motivated than ship motivated, so like, I'm willing to read ships I'd never think of if someone can justify it well (see: @livlepretre making me believe that Klaus and Elena could ever fall in love).

I do very much enjoy SteveBucky, Klaroline, and Sterek, or at least, I think I've read the most content for those ships. Honorable mention to my crackship love Rebenzo.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Technically, it was handwritten Percy Jackson fanfic in Elementary school. Online, it was Doctor Who. Though, if we're talking about something you could actually find, it was The Vampire Diaries.

14. What's your favorite fic you've written?

Probably a home for bucky. I love the way that fic connected with so many people, even though I thought it was about such a niche thing. And I love making Bucky Barnes cry more than just about anything. I will give an honorable mention to Lover, though, because I think about that fic and how much I need to keep writing it all the time, and because I'm obsessed with my own ability to capture the character's voice in it.

Tagging (no pressure!): @dumble-daddy @livlepretre and @divine-mistake. Please tell me all about your Ao3 creations. <3

#tagged #tag game

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Day Eight - Yellow

Pairing: Nixie/Lyla (yeah it’s a crackship but it could work in some alternate reality)

Words: 723

Rating: T

Nixie did not like Lyla. She told herself that everyday when her stupid head created images of her and Lyla holding hands, or god forbid kissing the blonde. Lyla was annoying. Lyla was far too stubborn for anyone to get along with. And Lyla was pining for Zac. So even if she did like Lyla, which she really did not, no more than she liked say Sirena, there was absolutely zero chance of it happening. Zero. Ze-ro.

Nixie swam slowly above the coral, taking in the sights. Yellow coral, little yellow fish, the cool yellow sand, dark yellow, like the blonde of Ly - Nixie shook her head. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not happening. Nixie scowled at the coral and swam off, heading out to the blue of the open ocean.

The ocean passed by in a blur of bubbles as Nixie swam without any real direction. She knew she was heading towards the mainland so she took a sharp turn right, heading north swimming parallel to the shore until she grew bored.

Nixie took to the surface and looked around. Nothing of interest. Except a blonde girl walking on the beach who sort of looked like Lyla. Nixie watched the girl until she looked out towards the sea and Nixie ducked under. Not Lyla. Not that she wanted it to be Lyla. She was happy not seeing Lyla.

Nixie didn’t risk resurfacing and instead made her way back to Mako. She was hungry and Rita had the fridge stocked. Most of it was probably for Poseidon but who would know if she slipped a little? Poseidon was spoilt enough as it was, a little less wouldn’t hurt. Rita would disagree but Rita would be at work and there would be no witnesses.

Nixie heaved herself from the pool and began the tedious process of drying off and making her way up into the house, checking there was really no one around. Once in the kitchen she grabbed a bowl and raided the fridge, piling it high with a great many treats - calamari, prawns, crab claws, lobster, smoked salmon and even topped it all off with a little bit of caviar. Surely that wasn’t for Poseidon. There has to be something seriously wrong with someone to waste caviar on a cat.

Nixie settled onto the chair at the counter and began tucking into her snacks, not bothering with a fork. Mermaids don’t need forks. Forks are for land people, not Mermaids and especially not Nixie’s.

“You have no manners.”

Nixie lifted her head and glanced round to see the last person she wanted to see. Lyla.

“Yeah, well you love me really,” Nixie went back to her little feast, ignoring the fact that Lyla was walking up beside her.

“Debatable.”

“Well aren’t you mean,” Nixie didn’t give Lyla the satisfaction of looking up.

“You love me really,” Lyla shot back, mimicking Nixie’s word from earlier. So Nixie did the same.

“Debatable,” Nixie flashed a little smirk.

“Get a room,” Sirena breezed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water that Nixie had not noticed sitting on the side. “You two should just kiss and get it over with.” As soon as Sirena appeared she was gone so Nixie had no option but to yell after her.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Evie and Carly!”

It seemed Sirena was spending more time with the land girls than with her nowadays. Not that she cared. She was perfectly content with her own company.

“No offense but I’d rather kiss a jellyfish,” Lyla scoffed.

“No offense? I am greatly offended that you would dare say -”

Lyla leaned in and kissed on her the lips. Nixie froze and her mind screamed at her to hurry and process what in the tides was happening. Weren’t you meant to close your eyes when someone kissed you? Lyla’s eyes were closed. Nixie was too focused on the sun shining through onto Lyla’s hair, turning it golden yellow.

Lyla pulled away and flounced off. It was over in less than a second. Nixie was trying to blink her mind into working as Lyla called back “you taste like fish.”

Nixie no longer liked yellow. It was too pretty, too distracting and it allowed Lyla to get the upper hand. No one gets the upper hand on her. Especially not Lyla.

#mako mermaids #mako mermaids femslash february #FemslashFeb2021 #nixie/lyla #nixie #lyla

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