#do… do I even use regular tags for this??

[neilsbeloved]

company of four

summary: your world stops the moment clark tells you he’s finally introducing you to his friends, not because you want to stay hidden as his mysterious girlfriend, but because of your distasteful past encounters with his friends. (based on this request!)

pairing: clark kent x fem!popular!reader!

tags: fluff / mentions of past bullying / clark being whipped / hidden relationships / first meetings / uses y/n (like twice)

Clark, who was lying down on his bed with arm stretched behind his head, has been watching you try on a gazillion combinations of tops, pants, and earrings for the past hour.

When he had told you that his friends had been wanting to see this mysterious girlfriend he's been hinting on for weeks, you were quite hesitant to say the least.

Actually—you were very hesitant.

Not only were you one of the most popular students in Smallville High, but you didn't exactly have the cleanest track record when it comes to your relationship with people. Clark and his friends—Chloe and Pete—included.

Now, you're still on your fifth pair of earrings. Your ears all red and itchy already.

"You're meeting my friends, not some editor at a fashion magazine." Clark throws a football up in the air, catching it just in time with you turning around.

"Clark," you say sternly, shooting him a look. "Circle one or triangle?"

He straightens up, muttering a quiet apology before answering: "Circle. Chloe likes circles."

You nod, removing the dangling triangle earring on your left ear before replacing it with the circle one. You grab your hair brush from Clark's cabinet, running it through your hair as you walked to the other side of the room in a rush.

"For the bag—which one do you think Pete'd dig?"

"Are you their girlfriend or mine?" Clark jokes, hoping to see even a small smile on your face. He quiets down when you glare at him once more. "Sorry, the brown one."

You throw Clark the burgundy one, moving your regular items from your everyday bag to the brown one he chose.

Clark stands up from the bed, groaning softly as he stretches his back.

"Look, babe, they've been waiting to meet you for over a month now. I'm more than sure they'll be happy to meet you whether or not you're wearing Chloe's favorite color or you know Pete's favorite comic book." He rests his head on your shoulder, hugging you from the back as he rocks you side to side.

You sigh, glancing at him over your shoulder. His nose bumping with yours. "Clark, that's before they find out that your girlfriend's one of the people that were bullying them for years."

"Oh please, you never really wanted to be involved with those people. You were just…" Clark purses his lips, trying to think of the best word. "…misguided, okay? You're not anymore, so you could stop worrying about that and just relax, y'know?"

"I had Chloe be removed as the Torch editor for a whole school year," you start, "Pete got injured in his shin because my friends found it funny to trip him while playing basketball," you add again, Clark cringing at the memory.

You exhale defeatedly, pulling away from Clark to sit on the edge of the bed. Massaging your own temples to try and relieve some of the stress.

Clark keeps a determined look. Taking a seat beside you before he places an arm around your shoulder. The warmth of his body immediately making you melt into him.

"I know you've done things you aren't proud of, things you don't even want to remember… but you can't just avoid those you've wronged forever," Clark pulls you close, nuzzling his face in your hair. "Sooner or later you're gonna have to actually speak to those people and say sorry."

"And if they don't accept my apology, what then? Clark, I'm not gonna let you choose between me and your friends." You snap at him.

Clark looks at you with a surprised look, not expecting you to lose your temper. When you notice what just happened, your features soften, mumbling a continuous apology as you looked at your hands on your lap.

He shushes you, taking your hands in his as he intertwines both of your fingers together. "Who said I had to?"

"If there's one thing I know about my friends, it's that they're not the kind of people you think they are." Clark looks into your eyes with a tenderness you've grown to love about him. "They know how to forgive, and they know how to understand people."

A small smile comes onto your lips as he kisses your forehead, tightening his hold on your hands. "Now stop worrying about my friends and focus on getting ready. I don't think I can last thirty more minutes helping you choose the color lipstick you should wear."

His face shines when he hears a laugh come out of you, willingly letting you go as you stand up to resume getting ready in the corner—close by the window, so you had some natural light whenever you put on make-up—Clark had cleared out just for you.

You smirk at him, teasing and lighthearted, holding out the bullet lipstick you keep in your bag. "Don't worry, Clark, I don't have blue lipstick for you to choose anyway."

The jitters gnaw at you the faster you and Clark arrive at the Talon.

Clark kept his hand in yours, squeezing it every now and then as a sort of comfort. When you see the Talon's signage appear into view, you tense up indefinitely.

"We're here," he announces, parking on the curb faster than you expected. "Ready to meet them?"

You shake your head as an answer but Clark only laughs at you. He exits the car, running over to your side to help you get down from the truck. One of the chivalrous things Clark does that you've gotten used to.

The two of you stand outside the Talon's doors, a considerable amount of distance between the two of you.

Clark calls your name, stopping you right before you can come inside the cafe. "Are we coming in as a couple or as chemistry partners—babe, come closer," Clark pulls you to his side with a scoff.

"Clark." You glare at him, biting back the complaint that tries to surface. "Don't get pushy."

He ignores your warning, shamelessly slipping his hand into yours as he pushes open the doors, immediately getting overwhelmed by the dozens of people inside of the Talon.

Your eyes quickly latch onto two of Clark's friends sitting around a circle table, Chloe and Pete having their own respective beverage as they conversed—or argued—with each other comfortably.

Each step you took felt like a step towards suffocating yourself. Feeling the air inside the Talon barely enough for everyone inside of it.

You clench your jaw, trying your best to keep calm despite the percussions pounding inside of you. Clark kept a smile on his face, unaware of the internal dilemma you're having.

When you finally reach their table, Clark yells out their name. Both Chloe and Pete turning to your direction with a smile, only for it to drop the moment their eyes drop to your interlaced hands.

You gulp. Unable to speak.

Clark opens up with a normal hey, giving them both a side hug before gesturing towards you. The way your name slips off of his mouth making you cringe.

"This is…" Your name rolls off of his tongue in a way that makes you cringe uncharacteristically. "And she's my girlfriend."  Clark turns to you with a smile, wide enough to show everyone his sharp canines.

An uneasy silence settles over the four of you—this time, even Clark isn't safe from it.

This is the worst experience ever you think to yourself as you start brainstorming the quickest way to just fall on the floor unconscious.

By the time you've thought about five ways, you hear someone speak.

"Is this some silly prank? I'm sure I vividly remember you and your group of highschool hotshots doing everything you can to make all of our lives a living hell?" Chloe, being the ever-so upfront member of the trio, says in one breath.

Your jaw drops. Out of all of the things his friends can bring up to you, that one was something you didn't expect.

You try your best to speak up—to apologize for it, but Chloe beats you to it. Again.

"I'm just kidding," she laughs loudly, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as all of you let out the breath you were all unknowingly holding. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N."

You quickly take her hand and shake it, a surprised huff leaving your lips as Pete shakes your hand as well.

Clark looks at the three of you with a proud smile, pulling out a chair for the both of you once the introductions ended.

Before the conversation between the four of you even started, you apologized first. Showing them the raw and genuine side that you had to yourself; apologizing for everything that you and your friends had done to them since grade school.

Clark squeezed your hand from underneath the table, gazing at you affectionately as you began engaging his friends in an all out conversation about something niche.

The moment a Talon staff placed two extra glasses of mocha cappuccinos, another member of Clark’s circle is introduced. This time, someone you’re partially close with already.

“You’re with Clark?” Lana’s voice raises, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

Clark cuts in, “Lana, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

The brunette looks to Chloe and Pete, both of them looking at you consolingly. You didn’t expect another round of awkward silence to happen but it does, and maybe you should’ve expected this one the moment Clark told you he’s taking you to the Talon.

After some time of you waiting for Lana to speak, she finally does. “It’s good to see Clark finally happy.”

“Oh,” you turn to Clark, slightly growing confused at the entire situation. “I, uhm—“

“She makes me very happy, Lana,” Clark says with a tone of finality, placing an arm on your shoulder. “Hopefully, I make her happy too.”

Lana smiles, nodding as she excuses herself. A loud huff coming from Chloe when she finally notices your earrings—though you know it was only to get rid of the thorny situation.

A compliment left her lips as she stared at it with fascination, the genuineness in her voice making you smile. Pete follows up with a compliment too, this time about your bag—you're practically glowing with happiness.

Clark throws you a look, catching your eye as that smug little smile on his face tells you that he's soaking up every compliment you got thanks to his brilliant choices.

As it turns out, meeting his friends wasn't as scary as you thought it'd be. Or maybe that's only because they aren't what you're used to.

Nevertheless, it made you feel very much at home; sipping coffee at the Talon, your boyfriend's hand in yours, enjoying everyone's company.

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! xoxo

[sillysugargliders]

I think this is a good solution! If like you said somewhere in the reblogs (lol), that it would be used in *addition* to the danny phantom/dp tags. Because if you only exclude dpxdc or what have you, there are still a TON of other crossovers with danny phantom that might one day gain the same popularity as dpxdc. And for the people that do want to see those crossovers they can just use the regular danny phantom tags!

The reason I'm reblogging this though, is I just want to urge people to take a step back from this if you're genuinely getting angry and not just some sort of annoyance/frustration. It's an online fandom matter, it's not going to do real harm to people by not tagging correctly. What is, though, is if you harass, call people names, or wish harm on people on either side.

I have seen multiple posts by now of people wishing harm/death on the people who enjoy the crossover, or people who enjoy the fandom on the other side of said crossover. Granted, I haven't seen this happen in DP spaces, as far as I'm aware, it was mostly DC fans that i've seen do this. But I would hate to see that sort of thing spread to the DP fandom as well.

So really, if this is making you genuinely upset, please just take a step back, think twice about what you post/say to one another, and maybe give a little grace to the fans of the crossover. They might be new here and just not know, or genuinely forgot, or something similar. There is no pop up asking you "did you tag this fandom correctly?" before you post. So people are bound to make mistakes!

You can always take a step back and browse the tags another day, and there are other platforms where there is DP content, believe it or not, like instagram or even the very small amount on youtube.

Fandom is meant to be fun! If its causing you stress, you can always come back another time!

This would be used in addition to the danny phantom tag, turning it into a true umbrella tag for everything related to Danny Phantom, while having a few major sub-tags for people to find exactly what they want.

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After some more discussion with members of the fandom in the notes of my poll asking about a community and elsewhere, it seems like the better option for everyone might actually be a new tag, so I'm making a new poll here!

Some answers to questions I think people might have are below the readmore:

Q: Why are all of these only one word?

A: For the same reason the dpxdc tag is only one word! Tumblr's tagging implementation is Not Good. Tags with spaces don't play well with it, and especially don't play well with blocked tags. If someone wants to block non-crossover Danny Phantom content, we want to make it as painless as possible for them.

Q: What issues were raised around communities?

A: A few! To name some of them:

Limited interactions with posts: Communities only let you react with emoji and leave comments on posts reblogged into them. Not great, if we want to have long reblog chains riffing on one another

Original Posters aren't notified if someone else reblogs their post into a community, even if it's public. So if someone reblogged your post into the community for you, you wouldn't know about it -- or know to look for people interacting with it.

Communities have mods, and therefore would need trustworthy, engaged mods to make it work. Over a short time frame, we could probably manage it! But over a longer one, a community for an entire fandom would probably have moderator drama. That could lead to fracturing, or people leaving specifically because they don't like the mods, etc. A tag is a lot less active maintenance.

A few people also expressed a general dislike for the feature, even if they were willing to move to one. This seems like a much smaller change that will let those people stay away from a feature they don't like, while interacting with the content they do.

Q: What about less-common crossovers? Won't those get excluded from this tag?

A: They will. I'm asking about this poll first because I figured getting the community to make a decision about the other crossovers would be easier if we'd already decided on the non-crossovers.

The current idea is to move those to their own tag as well, so they can get dedicated attention from the crossover enthusiasts who love them. One of the people I talked to about this runs the niche-dp-crossovers blog, so it's on the radar. If you have concerns or suggestions about that, the notes on this post is as good a place as any to suggest them!

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Maisie's guide to disguised AI

If you've been anywhere near AO3 recently, you've probably encountered AI writing at some point. As somebody who writes for, primarily, the ER fandom (and occasionally the Pitt, too), I've noticed a concerning trend over the last few days: AI-generated fanfiction clogging the tags.

Firstly, I'd like to say that if you ARE posting fics on AO3 that were AI-generated, and you're passing them off as your own, please stop. I know this is not likely to actually resonate with you if this IS you, but on the off-chance that you do see this- please use tags as intended and make it clear that you're using AI.

Secondly, before I go into some AI tells in detail, I want to preface this with a warning- just because you see one or two of these in a fic, there's no guarantee that it was AI-generated. Please approach the matter of flagging fics with care, because the last thing I want is to incite a witch hunt against innocent people just engaging in fandom.

However, when seen in tandem, these signs should act as a warning to think a little more deeply about what you're reading, and ask the question- was this human written?

1. Em-dashes

I'm getting this one out of the way quickly because it's something easily identifiable, but it should by no means discredit a fic on its own. Real people can use em-dashes, but ChatGPT uses them a LOT. Like, a distracting amount. And they're often used in conjunction with...

2. 'Not' qualifiers

ChatGPT doesn't do 'yes, and'. It seems to work off 'no, but' instead (sorry @pagingdoctorcarter , like an AI, I am stealing your phrase here. But I do have the decency to credit, I suppose!).

Take this sentence I've come up with right now:

Carter was so exhausted he was struggling to stand, legs trembling with the strain of keeping him upright.

AI might write something like this (using my own creative license here because I don't want to feed the beast):

Carter was exhausted— not the regular exhaustion that came with twelve hours on his feet. Something deeper. Heavier.

3. Repetitive phrases.

AI is not original, so it can't come up with anything original, of course. This means that it relies on basic phrases it uses over and over and over again e.g 'the kind of (blank) that (blank)'

4. The classic 'concrete noun' + 'abstract noun' combo

For reasons that I can't quite understand, AI adores this. Some humans include this combo in their work, too, but AI does it even more frequently. Some real phrases I've encountered so far include:

"a story about meatballs and betrayal"

"champagne and anxiety soaked into the upholstery"

5. Anachronisms and inaccuracies

This is especially present in a fandom like ER, where most of the time we're writing about the 90s, and this CAN be attributed to genuine human error... but if Carter is repeatedly 'swiping' on his phone screen to open a call, and everyone's always texting... could be AI.

In a similar vein, if someone is shouting 'code blue!' for things that AREN'T cardiac arrest, or mixing up names and even hallucinating random characters- think 'maybe AI'.

6. Short sentences, short paragraphs, short chapters.

AI doesn't have the ability to understand how paragraphs are structured for ease of reading and flow. So it likes short sentences. Snappy sentences.

And not just when the situation suits it. But always.

If there's a hell of a lot of paragraphs, it could be AI. AI doesn't like including many clauses. At all.

7. Generic similes and phrases that don't mean anything at all

This relates to the 'concrete noun + abstract noun combo' but, more generally, AI produces writing that veers away from specifics. It won't often describe places in too much detail, and when it comes to similes, it uses simple, overused ones OR spouts a series of words that are meaningless. If you see an abstract simile in a fic, take a second. Is it abstract because it's complex and has several layers, or is it utterly meaningless?

8. A crazy update schedule

This one is less reliable because it IS possible to bank chapters and then post a lot in one go, but if an author is posting many thousands of words in the span of a few days, consider this a small red flag- especially in conjunction with the other things mentioned. It could mean they're just pumping out AI-generated writing, and this allows them to move far quicker than any human.

9. Overly mushy dialogue

AI is a thief, but it's a happy-go-lucky thief. Characters speak like they stepped straight off Sesame Street at times, lacking any kind of emotional complexity.

10. Awful, awful jokes

AI cannot write jokes. It simply cannot. If you read a joke in a fic that feels Disney-Channel esque but also doesn't make sense at all? It very well could be AI.

For instance:

Nobody talks like this.

Also, note the 'concrete noun + abstract noun' combo again here! (This actually was an AI fic as confirmed by author before deletion, not naming them here): 'gauze and intuition'.

Conclusion

Be vigilant. Don't fall for AI crap and, if you disagree with the concept of AI work clogging AO3 tags, definitely don't leave kudos.

And if you're posting this stuff, yet again I ask you politely, please STOP.

Thank you.

[hewinked]

you ever have fandom drama go down with literally all the big blogs for one fandom that you love so much, and then all the blogs you follow just start throwing tomato's at each other?

yeah thats pretty much me with the danny phantom x dc crossover tag argument thing rn

also im of the opinion that, this is kinda always how crossovers worked? you tag it with both fandoms it includes? and the tag thing is not that bad? or atleast ive had not that much trouble finding only solely danny phantom content

and i mean, danny phantom is an old fandom objectively, the only new content being some comic books which alot of people didnt read because they didnt wanna or couldnt spend money on it

it makes sense that even alot of old fans would get into dp x dc, and that because dc is such a big and active fandom in comparison, that a lot of dc fans would get into the crossovers, and become new danny phantom fans via the crossovers

but ik alot of people are arguing that they shouldnt be, because they think that dc fans have never even seen danny phantom because of small details they get wrong or mix up, which is like a whole nother "if youre in this fandom you have to know everything about the media or youre not a real fan" shaped problem that I dont care for at all

the truth is most of them probably are just going off of what they remember from their childhoods because ALOT of people watched danny phantom as a kid, and just havent had time to rewatch it fully, so yeah, theyre gonna not remember some things and have to fill in the blanks themselves or go off of what other fans say

and as far as im aware anyways, this isnt really just a dc and dp thing? Im in the miraculous ladybug fandom and fic wise alot of it is now danny phantom or dc crossovers, but ive heard no complaints and given no complaints (despite not liking them myself) because thats mainly on ao3 and you can just block it

the point im going to make is actually, that alot of the fandom on tumblr is reliant on ao3 in the first place, and like on ao3 this definitely isnt a problem, because you can block a tag easily and most people on ao3 know better then to not tag something that they have in a fic

thing is? people are used to that. it is considered heavily heavily impolite on ao3 to not tag a fandom or thing you have in the fic.

and most tumblr users are or started as ao3 users. its pretty much the same etiquette on here.

but somehow when you go on tumblr with specifically danny phantom fans? somehow people are offended by it?

thing is, same as on ao3, on tumblr you can block a tag and filter.

but lets say you are blocking that and still seeing dc crossover stuff like so many people are complaing

then isnt the problem logically that alot of these people just arent tagging the dc stuff properly then? because i imagine thats what you should be trying to block so.... why be mad that theyre tagging danny phantom when thats one of the correct tags to be using? so that anyone who wants to see crossovers plus regular content can?

like im just saying thats the logic i follow

and thats not me tryna say go and blame em for that either, im just saying youre kinda angry about something that its okay to be mad about, but you have put yourself in the wrong because your mad about the wrong thing anyways.

also even if youre mad about it, maybe stop bullying and critizing literally anyone who's writing dc and dp? like encouraging people to write what they like is the name of the game, you guys know that right?

you know you can just nicely comment without being passive aggressive or rude, and tell them that they should tag their posts a little better? and not take your anger out on them because they personally obviously dont sway the whole fandom by themselves? do you know that?

you also dont have to make big ol rant posts about how much you hate dp x dc writers for writing a crossover, that will hurt those writers feelings, and that you know will make all your followers mad at all those innocent writers also, right? you know that you don't have to and shouldn't be making posts like that right?

[laserbobcat]

as someone who's 33 and writing Narilamb and reading your comics, and also kinda interested in different kinds of art myself, it is so so nice seeing someone around my age who's into this fandom and making art. I feel so stupid sometimes that it's hard to even pick up a pencil or stylus - and I'm new new new to art like that so I need that practice time. seeing people like you making what you love and not giving a good goddamn is really inspiring. I'm sure you get lots of love for your comics but idk I just wanted to say thank you 💗 your cat and Leshy make so many people smile for so many different reasons :)

AW I do get a lot of kind feedback, but it's rare that I don't have the time/energy to answer. I really appreciate messages. I do read and see all of it, and every little tag matters. It's why I try my best to leave at least a little tag when I reblog art, and I'm not shy about sending messages to creators when I have, again, time/energy. People are shy, but we are all dorks, you realize it pretty quick when you start interacting more with the artists you follow. Warning surprise super LONG life dump bellow. I was like "Inspiring, are you sure? I'm also wreck, let me tell you just so there's no misunderstandings" and bam, novel.

About being 35 and making whatever I want: I do in fact feel self conscious about a lot of things, it's just that people on the internet don't really matter. That sounds harsh, but it's true. It's like people you meet on the street, or at bars, or at work: mostly polite positive interactions, some nice memories, a few of them will form solid bonds with you, the vast majority of them will be lost as soon as they're not in the same vicinity as you anymore. And it's normal, and it's ok. Humans aren't made to nurture too many relationships, even the social ones. So I personally enjoy fandoms in a detached sort of way that might feel like I don't give a damn. I think it's healthy tbh. But it's easy to appear calm and detached when you don't really have skin in the game. I really care about this blog it's my fun place, but it's completely detached from my actual life. I'm being an anonymous dork among dorks, it's nice. Some people are dumb sometimes and I don't care. What are they gonna do, sue me, lol. BUT LIKE. I almost deleted that blog once because and IRL person I know found it? I panicked SO HARD. Y'all nerds can look at my silly comics with cute cats kissing: not people in my real life. I'd rather be found drawing hardcore tentacle porn or sniffing paint. I'm not like, brave or anything, I'm hiding online XD

And honestly life is haaaaaaaard right now. For everyone lately. but for me personally: fanart is a nice hyperfocus to forget that life is a bitch. A distraction. I've always been "too sensitive" never could hold a job for too long, because people are awful in low level entry jobs, I never got one that I really like. I've been studying art and digital art, it's been hard, and it didn't lead me anywhere professionally for various reasons. I paid a private school and I am just finishing paying a big loan, just for the (average) skills I got being used to draw a cartoon bush with legs, kissing a cat, on a dusty website. It's so incredibly easy to feel like a failure. And being an artist SUCKS in this world. I'm not an artist by choice, god I would love to be smart enough to have done different studies, and have some kind of job that actually pays. But no, just did a professional profile, and all my affinities lead to creative work, I'm doomed to be good at things that are hell to make money off of when you don't have twice or thrice the energy a regular job needs. I just can't stop. Even when I take breaks, I always come back to creating things. A life's curse, truly.

I feel depressed now, so let's filter this shit through my "15 years of therapy" voice translator: -I'm not too sensitive, people telling me this in my life have all been notorious assholes. If we had more raw hearted people, daily life would be softer, and we wouldn't have wars. Us kind softies are vastly underappreciated. -I haven't been paying a school for nothing, I met my best friends there, learned a lot of skills and methodology that serve me today, and will serve me later in ways I can't just pinpoint yet without hindsight. I also have a lot of experience and help I can share with younger people and beginners. I'm a great art teacher. -I'm happy that I can't help being creative. So much people trail off into things they don't like, and realize later that they're utterly miserable. It's harsh, but not having the strength to pursue something you don't like is kind of a blessing. You avoid so much shit on your life path. it's not a life worth living. I've seen people with good paying careers give them up to get fully into a passion. -It's okay to draw a bush kissing a cat, who fucking cares what you do on your free time, the cops? It's ok to enjoy cute and silly things even when everything gets serious- especially when everything get serious. So much of us get our inner child crushed it's terribly sad. -The silliness is serious actually. You can get a powerful life lesson from deep books about philosophy and self-care and shit, but they're not rare everywhere else. The silliest movie, comic or fanfic can have a line or a character that will resonate enough with you to change your life. Like a tiny little piece that was missing in your personnal puzzle. I felt deeply moved by some comics online, so my own comics online 100% have the same value. What are "serious" media but hobbyists getting their art to a bigger professional scale. We're all telling stories around campfires and there's nothing stupid, shameful or weak about that. Egyptian gods were dramatic furries ffs.

I'm eternally stuck between "Yeah follow your heart and do art" and "It will lead you to hell though" because I feel like both are true. But do you really have a choice? What are the other options? I personally don't, so I just pick up the pen for a hobby, and started applying to ceramic courses for a career change. We'll see where it goes.

Well that was a lot, but I have some serious anxiety issues that make me over-explain stuff, and I'm talkative, and I'm on my period. Enjoy.

[the-kr8tor]

Bestiiiiiiiieeee 👀

As a req for IPOB, can you write r and Gwen making some smoothies while Pav is practicing his potions, and Gwen accidentally drinks a potion and becomes a baby? 🤣 the shenanigans of this prompt is killing me

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AWWWW BABY GWEN!!!!! I LOVE THIS TROPE SO MUCH

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, set in my IPOB AU, mockumentary AU, hunter! Reader, Clairvoyant! Miles, Werewolf! Gwen, Witch! Pavitr, CW food mentions, talks of having children, Fluff!

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“Can we add more sugar?” You ask Gwen while the blender whirrs loudly around the kitchen.

The camera crew are relaxed in front of you, camera perched on a tripod like you're in a cooking show. They munch on biscuits that you've given them while they let the camera do all the work. Meanwhile the other half of the crew are probably getting their work cut out for them while Hobie teaches Miles self defense in the backyard. Or that's what you think they're doing, it's either that or they're wrestling with the giant living snapping plants that you and Pav planted yesterday to quell the mosquito population.

“Are we making a fruit smoothie or candy?” She asks, a pierced brow raised as she glances at Pav beside you.

He chuckles under his breath, hair tied in a rare bun so it doesn't get inside the cauldron that he's mixing. “It's because you've been letting Hobie feed too many times and your blood sugar is in the dumps.” Shaking a bottle of something that's bright blue into the bubbling mixture, he flicks his eyes at a flat faced you.

“Or it's because I have a sweet tooth.” You retort back, nudging his bicep, almost making the bottle fall into the cauldron.

Pav gasps, clutching the shaker against his chest protectively. “Careful! This is rare!”

“What are you even making?” Gwen pauses the blender, opening the top to add more sliced mangoes.

“A moisturizer that makes your wrinkles go away. Felicia was asking for some because apparently I'm the only one who can make it right.” Shrugging, he carefully places the bottle down on the counter before going to the fridge to rummage for something.

“Huh, no wonder why she looks amazing.” You mumble, staring into the bright green cauldron curiously.

“Hobie could use some.” Pavitr jokes, earning a muffled ‘Oi’ from outside. “Sometimes I forget that he has super hearing.” He says as he almost puts his whole body inside the fridge to find something.

“If you're looking for the newt eyes, I placed it in the basement fridge ever since Miles accidentally added it to his sandwich.” Gwen remarks, taking a spoon to taste test the smoothie. Pav groans in annoyance and starts to trek downstairs while the blond makes a face, nose scrunched and eyes shut as she splutters out.

“I think the second batch of mangoes you added were too sour.” You say in between giggles. “Do you need that sugar now?”

“I hate it when you're right.” She huffs, side stepping so you could sprinkle some sugar in it.

Eyes roaming over the counter, you try to find the sugar that you were just using. Before you could give up from all the mess on the counter, you find a sugar bowl near Pav's cauldron and pick it up before scooping a big spoon full of sugar inside the blender.

“Alright, that's enough! You're going to give us diabetes!” Gwen swats your hand away while you chuckle mischievously. She clicks her tongue as she closes the lid and blends the mixture once again.

Pavitr returns to the kitchen, huffing and puffing from the stairs. “We should have one of those seats that go up and down next to the stairs.” Leaning against the counter, he places the jar of newt eyes that look like regular peppers. If black peppers have irises. “Wait, where's my pixie dust?”

“Right, I think it's done.” Smiling, Gwen pops the blender open and pours herself a drink. “This better not be too sweet.”

“Calm down, you won't turn into a mothman from sugar.” You fold your arms on your front, sugar bowl still in hand while Pavitr continues to look for something. “It happened to my cousin once,” Gwen pauses as she's about to drink. “Don't worry it's not because of the sugar, he ate a moth.”

With a scrunch of her nose, Gwen gulps down her drink, clearly pleased with it as she almost finishes it. “That hits the spot.”

“Don't hog it all!” Putting down the sugar bowl, Pavitr gasps out.

“What were you doing with my pixie dust?”

You and Gwen freeze in place. “Pixie dust?”

A puff of pink smoke envelopes the whole room, making the camera fall from the tripod as you scream Hobie's name.

—

“Fuckin'— let go of Miles, you green wanker!” Hobie yanks Miles out of the jaws of the snapping plant, or tries to at least when it has his arm in its jaws.

“Don't let it eat me! I need my arm!” Miles cries out, voice peaking while the camera pointed at him shakes as the crew tries to capture the scene. “Why don't you help Hobie!” He yells at the lenses, but the producer mumbles about not being involved in the documentary.

“I've got you, Miles! Almost there!” Punching the snout of the plant, it releases Miles’ arm bit by bit with every hit Hobie smacks it with. He could only hope that it doesn't kill the damn thing when it took you a long time to plant it.

“Hurry!” With one last smack, the sentient plant releases Miles’ poor arm. Making the two tumble backwards into the grass. Eyes closed, he waves his arm around in front of the camera. “Do I still have my arm?!”

“Guess your clairvoyance didn't work this time, huh?” Hobie heaves on the grass, casually lying down with his elbow resting as he teases Miles.

“It's not funny!” His voice rises so high that it makes Hobie laugh some more. His sheer voice alone makes the mics peak that has the sound guy grimace in place.

Taking his arm gently, Hobie gives it a once over. “You're fine, it only nicked you.”

Miles whips his eyes open, twisting and turning his arm around to check. The camera zooms in on his so-called injury that only looks like a couple of paper cuts below his elbow. He sighs in relief, body plunging down on the grass as he heaves.

“You're welcome by the way—”

“Hobie!” Your scream is as clear as day in his ears.

Without a second thought, wine red eyes flicking at the camera briefly, he runs inside at supersonic speeds.

“I'll catch up with you…” Miles rests on the grass after his near death experience.

The camera and the documentary crew catches up to Hobie in the knick of time, seeing him stand on the doorway with a bright pink cloud covering the whole kitchen. His face contorts into worry, fists opening and closing against itself.

“Love!” He braves the smoke as it parts for him. The crew stays behind, filming the pink smoke as Hobie disappears into it.

There's nothing but silence for a moment, and the whole crew stands there with bated breath.

With a loud yell of a string of latin, the smoke disperses, revealing the kitchen to the cameras. There's the sound of a baby crying, and your frantic scream that's joined by Pavitr's.

The lenses zeroes in on a bundle in Hobie's arms as he cradles it and tries to bounce it. Then within the pile of fabric, a dog's tail peeks out, then two pairs of fluffy ears. Footsteps slowly close the distance, and they perfectly record the scene just as the blond tuft of hair shows itself from how Hobie gently moves it away from her face.

You could recognize those baby blues anywhere.

“Gwen?!” You and Hobie yell simultaneously. Pavitr faints, almost plunging down harshly if not for you catching him by holding onto his apron.

“What happened?!” Miles runs into the crew, he then pushes them away and as he sees Gwen’s clothes bundled in the vampire's hold, he stops and freezes in place as she babbles in Hobie's arms, tiny feet kicking about and tail swishing around. “Oh fu–” His eyes rolled back, body falling down on the crew.

—

“It's okay, little Gwen.” You dance the baby in your arms, finding the whole thing weird but not unusual in your profession. You'd be lying if you were never turned into a baby after a cousin of yours made you try their ‘hair growth’ potion.

“I turned my friend into a baby.” Pavitr curls into himself, hugging the couch cushion as he hides into the sofa.

“I managed to convince the crew to get out.” Miles wipes the sweat off his brow, grimacing like he's in pain when he sees Gwen crying in your arms. “But we have to keep the cameras rolling in their tripods.” Pointing at one of the cameras in the corner, you eye it as you sigh.

“That's good enough, she didn't like that there was a crowd gathering around her.”

“Bah?” Baby Gwen tilts her head, big blue eyes blinking slowly at you as her fluffy ears flick. You'd be lying if you didn't find that adorable.

“Where's Hobie?” Miles sits down on the couch, patting the guilty Pavitr. “She’s fine, Pav, Y/N said that she'll only be like this for a few days.”

“A few days?!” Pav yells, bringing the pillow against his face as he screams into it.

Gwen giggles at him, pointing at the distraught witch like she's teasing him. “Pah!”

“Yeah, that's Pav! Good job!” You grin at her, and you couldn't help but squish her chubby cheeks with a coo. She beams back toothily, making grabby hands at your face.

“Stop talking to her like that, it's weird.” Miles deflates on the couch, watching as you carry her so naturally in your arms. “Where the hell is Hobie anyway?”

“Like it or not, Miles, she's a baby.” You say in a baby tone while cooing at the little werewolf. “And Hobie's buying baby stuff. Isn't he? Yes, Hobs is out shopping for you!” Little Gwen giggles, fluttering her lashes as she babbles back in your arms.

The second you said the words, Hobie appears in the middle of the room, clutching different bags from the supermarket and a few from some baby clothes shop. There's a big box tucked in his arm, from the looks of it he also bought a bassinet. But judging from the glass shards sticking to his hair and leather vest, it's safe to say that no store is open at this hour.

“Hi,” you smile at him and all the things he's holding onto falls on the floor with a loud thump. “Please tell me that you've got baby formula in there.”

“Yeah…I did— I mean I do.” His eyes glow, you've grown accustomed to the way his eyes light up. From happiness to excitement, you know all the different flickering in those red eyes you love. But this one seems… different. “You're a natural, love.” Whispering, his hand gravitates to your waist, holding onto you gently while his other hand holds Gwen's head.

You gaze at Hobie sweetly, “don't look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He chuckles, fangs and all as he feels your warmth ebb through him. Gwen watches the two of you with wide blue eyes as she nibbles on her thumb.

Smiling, you shake your head at him. “Nothing, I need to change her into a onesie or she'll catch a cold.” Hobie reluctantly lets you go, fingers lingering on the small of your back briefly.

“That is so weird.” Miles grimaces, head lolling over the couch.

“Make yourself useful and help me with buildin’ the bassinet.” Hobie yanks him off his feet as Miles stomps his foot. “Love, our children don't listen to us anymore.”

Chuckling, you let Gwen play with your necklace as you grab a bag filled with baby clothes and diapers. “Ground them if they don't help.”

“You're grounded.” Hobie says flatly, dangling Miles by his hand.

Miles groans, body falling limp. “This is so weird!”

“Pav, care to help me and your brother?” Hobie teases again, this time Pav is the one grimacing at him.

—

“Right, Pav found a recipe in the tomes that'll reverse the potion so I've gotten them to make it.” Hobie enters your bedroom, or what used to be your bedroom before you practically moved in his coffin room. The fully built bassinet and the warm bottle of milk almost falls from his hands when he sees you basking in the moonlight by the window as you coo at Gwen. “Fuck.”

“Language, there's innocent ears listening.” You joke as you gently dance Gwen in your arms. She's now dressed in a pink onesie with the words ‘mummy’s favourite’ printed on it that you're sure Gwen would not be laughing at after she turns back into her old self. “I've gotta hand it to you, Hobie, you know how to shop for baby clothes. I saw one in there that said ‘dad’s little rascal,’ I thought I'd save it for later—!” His lips meet yours suddenly, hand placed on the small of your back as you sigh into the kiss.

Hobie leans away, pecking you once, twice, before finally moving away. Gwen blows raspberries at the two of you, giggling and kicking about.

“What was that for?” Chuckling, you can't cup his face like always with your hands full so you just lean against him, face tucked on the crook of his neck.

Embracing you, arm looped over your back and the other cradling baby Gwen, he kisses your temple. “Nothin’, love.”

“The sight of me holding onto a baby unlocked something in you, huh?” As always, it didn't take you long to read the thousand year old vampire.

He scoffs, brows knitted as he rolls his eyes. “Children are a menace.”

“Yeah, but it made you think, right?” Your voice lowers as you briefly brush your lips on his neck. When Hobie doesn't answer, his crimson eyes gazing into your own with longing, you gently place Gwen in his arms. “Support her neck, I know that's against your nature but you don't want to break that.”

“Yeah, I know that, love.” Chuckling, he looks at Gwen as she grabs his finger and begins to bite at it with her own fangs. “Ow.” His smile only grows bigger instead of annoyance.

“I think she's hungry. Let me grab her bottle.” You take the bottle he made that he placed on the nightstand. You find that it's still warm, and you can't help that your heart soars at the thought of Hobie warming up the milk like it's natural instinct to him. “Alright, let go of the vampire's finger, I've got your baba.”

Cooing, you gently take Hobie's finger away from her mouth and replace it with the baby bottle. Miles is right, this is weird, especially when her familiar blue eyes gaze at you so sweetly that you've forgotten that she's the same Gwen, who chastises you for leaving a dirty glass on the sink.

Hobie watches you through pensive yet soft eyes. “How are you so good at this?” He asks as you hold up the bottle for her.

“I used to babysit my little cousins.” You reply, your other hand reaching for his forehead to rub the worry lines away. “You okay? I know that this is my fuck up—”

“It is, but it's not that, lovie.” Hobie grasps your hand, bringing it slowly to hold his cheek instead as he leans against your hold. “I jus' can't help thinkin’... What if.”

Your heart squeezes, nodding at what he meant. “Yeah, what if.” Looking at Gwen, her eyes start to close, slowly dozing in Hobie's arm. “They'll be cute, probably just as cute as her.”

Sniffing, Hobie swallows thickly. His mind draws up a vision of you running after a little version of him, or a little you. But then reality strikes that scene, a dhampir would be teasing fate, a toss of a coin. And sometimes it doesn't end like in the romance stories you read inside the coffin before bed.

“Maybe even cuter than Gwen.” He says, tone small as he takes your hand away from his cheek to hold your hand instead. “Any names you have in mind?”

“Something fun like Billie, or a classic like Ramona.” Whispering it like a secret, you clear your throat when a sob threatens to escape. “Anyway, it's fun to imagine.”

Nodding, Hobie leads you towards the bed so you could sit down. “Yeah, it's fun.”

As you stare at the sleeping baby Gwen bathed in moonlight, you lean against him, hand cupping the back of her head, thumb gently caressing her cheek. “It's all just some fun.”

There's happy shrieking downstairs, and you both know that Miles and Pavitr have made the counter potion.

[jackobbit]

[CW: SUGGESTIVE OUTFIT]

I didn’t know if I was gonna post this originally, because suggestive stuff isn’t really up my alley, but here we are. Sketch was good, lineart was good, and the rendering wasn’t half bad so I’m throwing this to the void

Those fancy designer bunny suits are gorgeous, I’ve been looking at a lot of them recently just to see how people add to the original base of it, people get really creative it’s so neat!

I was originally gonna draw Rue but I’m trying not to draw them as much to reign in spoilers where I can, soooo I was left trying to somehow fit a suit over poor Solar Flare, it was like trying to dress up a toaster lmao

[ID: A digitally drawn image of Solar Flare from the Working for E.V.I.L. AU wearing a bunny suit and tipping over a serving tray of various alcoholic beverages, they give a nervous smile, blush on their cheeks. The background is transparent. Solar Flare is a boxy, orange, brown, and light yellow robot with a circular head, bent sun-like rays and large triangular shoulder pads. The outfit consists of a dark purple button up bunny suit, combined with a skirt, bow tie, and a rabbit eared-headband of the same color. /End ID]

[leovalentines]

HI I never post anymore because. tired. but here's some recent Riddlers. I wanted to make a design for him based on a mosquito...and maybe retro cartoons?

[marigraphia]

I've had this pose ref saved for a while and the Superman set photos just gave off the same energy 👉🏻👈🏻

The reference is this photo of Katharine Hepburn as Antiope and Colin Keith-Johnston as Theseus in the 1932 play 'The Warrior's Husband' (and I'd love for people to turn into a draw your otp meme pls pls pls this pose is so good)

And also, of course, the Superman (2025) set photos

[memen18-m5r3]

hello surviving centricide fandom...I bring you some wacky food

(i'm also animating a small portion of Centricide 3.5 but since I can't tell how much more time it's gonna take I'll show you some sneak peeks! :3)

((since I'm a certified yapper, I added some additional info + translations to all the images descriptions! not sure if it qualifies as ID so feel free to add upon it if necessary))

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

All: TRICK OR TREAT!

vampire marty as a late halloween treat :]

[kiththecat]

clownzy terms of endearment? thoughts? ideas? ignore me losing it in the tags that's nothing

[someobscurereference]

In Another Life

The crux of it is this: the human, splintered castoff of the dragon Anankos does not die. He fully expected to perish in Valla. How he manages to escape with his heretofore unknown daughter Lilith, both of them maimed but alive, he does not know. He feels weighed down and buoyant all at once. Selena, Laslow, and Odin, when he finds them, appear just as shocked at the fact he's still alive as he feels. Or: A series of vignettes taking place in an unlikely timeline where the human Anankos travels to Hoshido with a recently rescued Corrin, his reformed clone-daughter Lilith, and the three very beautiful warriors he stole from another world who insist on not leaving their sides.

My second birthday fic for @kimium! This one was written for the canon Anankos/Trio prompt and is more a series of short glimpses of what the "Human Version of Anankos Lives" world might look like, but I had a lot of fun writing it! For everyone who is not Kimium, please check it out (it's technically pre-relationship but can be read platonically/is pretty gen if that's your vibe!) and then check out Kimium's fics! She's a very creative writer!

[holyshit]

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[beardedhandstoadshark]

I think general Legend of Zelda fans should start tagging their stuff with Linked Universe to catch some of that clout.

If literally every single Legend of Zelda tag is just full of only lu stuff anyways, to the point some of them have more lu in them than Zelda, might as well get something out of it in return.

Not like any lu fans should mind crosstagging, after all.

[cherealta]

I've gone back into an huge high school story hyperfix for No apparent reason for this past month and half so i decide to make a new tumblr! it's been a while since i've been in an fandom space so i decide to stick to an more niche(? i guess) fandom with not so many people still here as it's not as overwhelming for me.

these girls have been with me since 2013 and 2014 respectively with many many different changes! however their core characteristics have stayed the same.

(more info under the cut!)

i was planning on drawing them about a week ago buuut my drawing tablet has decided to die on me and my only drawings of them are from <2022. which isn't ideal. then i remembered a few days ago i can just create them on sims, so for the time being i'll use ts4 as a way to visualize them until i get a new tablet!

a little brief introduction to them -

vivienne is my high school story prime mc and she transfers over to berry high in her sophomore year. bc of this the timeline is a bit different to the canon one (especially since the choices games are canon to the original timeline) as in my tl hss prime takes course from her sophomore to senior year (there's NO way all the stuff that happens in hssp happens in one year!!! pixelberry u can not convince me otherwises!!!). side confession but despite hss/hwu being an defining part of me i've never touched choices... which means i've just never considered were those games would fit into my timeline. so i guess i'd consider my tl an au.

agnieszka or angel is my hollywood u mc who i miss dearly and i'll forever be torn up by the fact that hwu is unplayable now. she's vivienne half sister (vivi is a product of affair. there's A LOT of lore that i'll hopefully go into in later posts) and the two aren't aware of eachothers existence until around 2010. despite this angel loves the fact she has an younger sister, even in unconventional circumstances, and wishes to grow closer to her. vivienne is hesitant at first but by 2018ish they have a very good relationship!! sure it takes a while but the two had to overcome a lot when it comes to their family.

for the years vivienne starts berry high in 2013 and agnieszka starts hwu in 2014 (basically when the games came out). they don't start having an consistent relationship until about mid-to-late 2015.

also this is my first time doing character sheets that aren't heavily drawn so hopefully they aren't too hard to read/understand. this is all i'll say for now as i don't want this post to get too long! i'll drop more info abt them as this month goes by.