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do you ever feel like you love a character more than their own writers do

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you’re a star, kid!

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on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening

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hes contemplating

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what the computer screen sees as i write the most gut-wrenching scenes of my novel

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a comic i made for hero's birthday 🍳 ✨

(art by me, script by @sunkitty143!)

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subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

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Fanfiction and fanart are bonus content, brought directly to you without monetary motives. That is so rare nowadays. You can and should if you're able to support these creators with donations, kudos, comments and reblogs. But you're not obliged to. You can consume it for free, because people enjoy sharing their talents with you. Make them feel loved for their gifts for us.

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cw: fluff, alien abduction, really soft

pairing: Captain Spaceboy x Reader

you get no explanation. enjoy, however lmao

It was hard to take being abducted by an alien well, but you found yourself somehow living a more comfortable life than you had before after being taken from earth.

You lied on his bed on the ship and watched the stars pass endlessly. It seemed that you were being brought along on some new adventure as the space pirates went through the sea of stars wherever their hearts (and captain) took them. Their captain, yes... You sighed and shifted around, laying back. The room was comfortable. A synth was set up alongside a vanity. A few bookshelves were around with things that you could surprisingly read. Anything you asked for would likely be added... The captain had made it clear that his intentions were to make this room as much yours as it was his own.

Sitting up, you wondered about him more and more. He was quite pretty... blue skin complimenting his pink hair quite well. His smile was nothing but charming. Even his mannerisms, polite and kind, were all pointers. The issue? Well... abducting, mostly. He had apologised for it, stating he was not quite sure why he had done it. Did he return you, though? Nope. Spaceboy simply kept you aboard his ship and had you journey with him. Many beautiful sights had been shown... Nebulae, far off planets, comets... He had you stand at his side on the deck to observe them, proudly showing the endless expanse of the universe to you.

You enjoyed it – You truly did.

Honestly, you were not sure how you felt.

You turned over. He was giving you room for now, but he could also be quite overbearing. An arm was almost always around you as he spoke to you about whatever crossed his mind. Singing was another common activity. Not that you minded, he had a nice voice, but it could become a bit much at times. Gifts of various shiny objects were also frequent. You honestly felt like he was a bird trying to woo you half the time. The other half was him kneeling and taking your hand or offering you various grand gestures.

It was some where between a prince and a bird. A bird prince, if one would. You could not pretend to not be charmed a bit. The issue? Was there one? You felt your thoughts lose track. A knock on the door snapped you from your debate as you rose up. In came the very man plaguing you himself. He waved at you a bit sheepishly and stepped to sit on the end of the bed. Your heart pounded.

"Ah, hello... Are you feeling better?" his voice was soft, "... We landed on a planet, and I wished to invite you to join us, if you would like." You perked up a bit. Moping in his bed was not exactly doing anything. He seemed to notice this. "... Won't you join me?" he held out his hand. You sighed. Taking it, he helped you from the bed and began to lead you through the ship.

Somehow, you found yourself sitting with him under a tree not quite like anything you had seen on earth. His crew had spread out to explore on their own, mostly looking for whatever could be called treasure or to enjoy themselves. The field of pink "grass" blew in the wind as the cotton like leaves of the tree swayed with it. The two suns of the planet shined brightly above in the green sky. He moved closer to you, resting his hand over your own in the grass.

"Isn't it beautiful? I knew I had to stop here when I saw it," he mumbled. You nodded. Your eyes travelled to your hand. His own gently squeezed. Was this a date? You seriously had no idea what was happening anymore. Glancing at him, his eyes met yours. "... It is not nearly as beautiful as you..." He reached to grasp your chin. Lips pressed against your own before you could even realise, then he parted. "You... aren't mad at me anymore, are you?"

Mad...? You blinked. While you were annoyed about the whole abducting thing, you had not exactly been angry. Shaking your head, he let out a sigh of relief. "Ah, good..." his arm came around your shoulders to pull you in close. "I love you, my precious star."

Somehow, you really did not think you would demand to be returned home any time soon.

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Your friends.

I’ve saw that there were people who liked how I drew black space Hero, and since I honestly had lot of fun drawing that one, I though I would also draw the other two as well. So, here are the freaks all together.

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self-inflicted

little rant under cut lol

matt is VILE but also he’s really young and its probable he’s been in the television or acting industry since he was a teenager. since we see him absolutely tear up his face when he’s in distress, i think maybe he’s prone to skin picking/scarring under stress (and the industry puts a lot of pressure on its young stars!) . i know the acting industry can fuck up people so just an origin of where the scar came from maybe?? matt engarde you monster…i need to dissect you under a microscope.

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SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT?? 😭 Thank you, I thought I was just crazy for being weirded out by the amount of fics where he's depicted that way.

I understand why. The cycle of abuse is very real, and even towards people he still cares about, he's not always kind-- I remember one time he shot at Barbara when she tried to escape, but I'm also sure he knew he wouldn't miss. It was cold of him to do that, but I don't think he truly intended to hurt her.

Sometimes I feel like writers forget that he's a victim too... And he was not completely mindbroken by Joker, even if he himself probably thinks so. So can we all please move into a new era and move past this slanderous depiction of my man 😞 That's all I want

I SEE ONE MORE FIC OR BLURB OR WHATEVER DEPECTING ARKHAM JASON AS MEAN, ABUSIVE, OR PRACTICALLY ASSULTING THE READER, I'M GOING TO FUCKING SNAP!

MY MAN IS NOT LIKE THAT.

He is traumatized and not going through a good time, but he is shown to actually care about his men, even when he's harsh on them. And do people forget how he treated Barbara? Think about it: after everything Jason went through, would he really treat the person he loves like shit and abuse them?

NO, HE WOULD NOT.

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“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

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Please can I ask for some headcanons about dating Rupert Travis (Detroit: Become Human)? Thank you!

A/N: Anonn you're an angellll for requesting my boi Rupert 😭 I have missed him so much❤️

Also I'm sorry this is so long overdue, I've been wanting to publish this for a long time but there's been a lot of drama over the years... but I need comfort from my favourite android babe during these trying times 💕

Also @majestickitty, I think you'll like this 😏 (Also sorry for not being able to help you a while ago with finding all the Rupert fics that are still up, I wish he had gotten more stuff/his tag would still be somewhat active/that so many of those few people who wrote for him in 2018 hadn't deactivated and taken all those fics with them, and the fact that so many nowadays just makes ChatGPT generate fics and publishes them as their own... doesn't really encourage me to check any of the x reader tags anymore to be honest)

Note: This is for human!reader because the request didn't ask for android!reader and my default reader is a human unless the fandom has no humans at all.

So, you first met Rupert when he came to your pet shop and you caught him pocketing a bag of bird food.

You immediately ran over and grabbed his wrist, which made him pry his hand away from you and try to make a run for it, but you managed to push him back, his cap slipping off in the process.

You almost dialed 911, as he was scrambling for his cap and then… you saw it.

A LED blinking red on the side of his head. You immediately froze, not knowing what to do.

“You’re… an android?” you asked, which made Rupert frown and look up. 

You weren’t afraid, you were actually putting your phone away.

You crouched down, looking at the now banged up bag of bird food, and lifted it, some seeds falling out.“What do you need bird food for?”

He didn’t answer, he just eyed you and you got up, shutting the blinds and locking the door. “Probably better to ensure nobody else sees you. The way things are right now, you’re at risk.”

His LED kept blinking between yellow and red as he sat there on the ground, clearly expecting you to do something to him, but instead, you made your way to the storage room and returned with a new bag of seeds. “How much do you need?”

His LED only blinked as yellow now - you took it as a sign that he was confused.

No wonder he is, you thought. Most of us would kill him on sight.

When he still didn’t answer, you went back to the storage room and soon you were at the counter with a backpack and stuffed as many bags of seeds as you could there.

“Let’s agree that once you guys get the freedom you deserve, you’ll pay me back, alright? And you can always come back if you need more seeds, too.”

You handed him the bag and opened the door for him. He hesitated for a second, but then nodded at you and took eye contact for a moment, before he put on the cap again and left your shop.

You looked at him walking down the street for a moment, before you closed the door and vacuumed your floor from the spilled seeds.

A few days later, you meet him again at a park.

You see him sitting on a bench, throwing seeds to pigeons flocking in front of him, and you approach him slowly.

He looks up at you briefly, then lowers his eyes to the pigeons again.

You shift your weight from side to side for a moment, before you quietly ask, “Can I sit?”

He doesn’t move for a moment, his hand freezes at your question too.

Then, he nods slowly.

You sit down before you risk a glance at him.

You notice he no longer has a LED, probably realising it’s too risky for him. His eyes are shadowed by his cap, but you know he’s watching you in a way too.

You swallow. “All of us aren’t bad, you know. But I understand you may feel that way.”

He lets out a breath, before he nods. And then, he finally speaks. “I’m sorry for trying to steal from your shop.”

You smile a little. “It’s okay.”

And that established a small, but surprisingly quickly budding, friendship between you.

You helped him with feeding birds by providing him seeds, and in return he helped you around in your shop sometimes.

Not with customers present of course, but he was there in the morning before you opened and after closing, cleaning up and sorting your ordered packages of supplies.

He seemed to find joy from getting something to do and to feel being appreciated, especially when it involved animals. Even though your shop didn’t have animals on sale.

And after the revolution/the peaceful demonstration and Rupert being able to live more freely, you were able to officially hire him and he would have had the right to rent his own apartment…

But instead, he wanted to stay with you.

You see, your friendship had grown into something more, but only after now, Rupert was brave enough to confess his feelings for you.

And that’s when your love story began.

He likes to lay on your lap as you sit on the couch watching TV or laying in bed, just feel you running your hands through his hair.

No human, nor other android, had ever shown any affection to him, and it was partly surprising really how much of a cuddlebug he was when he got to taste it.

You also teach him to cook because he had watched some romantic movie while home alone and told you he may want to surprise you with dinner sometime, because the movie had such a scene.

It… didn’t go well. At first.

WB200’s weren’t meant to be cooks, so it wasn’t among his natural skills.

But him being an android was a helping factor in it, because he learned pretty quickly as he was able to memorise every single line from the cookbook from only one read.

His reservations towards humans is a long-term issue despite loving you.

Fortunately your friends are understanding of it, chipping off his nervousness bit by bit.

And eventually, he grows to trust humans a little bit more.

The hardcore anti-android people left Detroit anyway, so there wasn’t that much danger outside anyway. At least not more than for humans anyway.

And one day, after about a year from the demonstration and President Warren declaring androids are free, you come home to see Rupert wearing his LED again.

You smile at the sight of it, and all the memories flashed by you — him trying to steal from your shop had resulted into the love of your life.

And now, you could finally show your love as a human and an android.

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.