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pleasantlycrazyworld · 2 days ago

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heyy, so hear me out- reader x void where reader is kinda depressed, and finds comfort in void (the literal embodiment of depression) and void also enjoys/finds comfort in the depressed. Reader’s head is in void’s lap and void is comforting them. (But not necessarily in a things get better kind of comfort, more like they’re both fucked up and live off of each others darkness, and that feels right in a way? Maybe?)

Okay STOP!!!! I already had this started in my drafts! How did you know???

Also, I've made a masterlist for Bob! I'll link it here <3 I'm in the process of making a masterlist for my masterlists.

Warnings: Talks of depression, the void himself should just be a warning. I think that's it? Let me know if there's something I missed.

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You always struggled with depression, it started when you were just a kid, and you'd think that it'd lighten up as the years went on, but honestly it seemed to just keep getting worse. There were bright days and dark days. There were highs but then the deepest of lows and you just couldn't handle it anymore. At least not today.

No one had seen you today. On your brighter days, you were up around nine, in the kitchen by nine-thirty, and making a pot of coffee for everyone to share. You would laugh at the ridiculous arguments the boys would start as breakfast was being prepared and you'd talk about the plans everyone had for their day.

You could hear the footsteps in the hall and the harsh whispers of your friends. They seemed frantic and you knew the reason over it was you. The voice in your head made you feel guilty for not speaking up, for not soothing the panic that the tower seemed to be in, but you couldn't find your voice. Every sound you tried to make made your throat tighten.

Void was wandering around the halls as he watched the rest of the team search. Confusion struck him, he never seen them like this before, as he looked at them, he noticed one was missing. Bob's favorite was missing...his favorite was missing. With a tilt of his head he walked past the team leaving them in their panic and he made his way to your room.

Reaching for the doorknob he is met with resistance. Why is the door locked? His jaw clenched before he forced the door open with his strength. He expected to see an empty room or see your figure jump from shock at him forcing his way in.

He's met with nothing. Just you in bed clenching onto one of your pillows with old cartoons playing on your TV. "Sweet one?" He speaks quieter than he planned. Clearing his throat, he walks into the room and sits on your bed without asking for permission. He knew he had permission, and if not...well why would he care?

Hearing his voice calling for you made your head peak out of the blanket burrito you were currently wrapped in. "Void?" You croaked confused, how did he get in? Instead of questioning him you just watched his movements. Watched how he seems to be looking into your soul, watched when his brow furrowed and his head tilted just slightly. You watched how he strategically moved his body to wrap around yours.

You allowed him to pick you up and move the two of you into a comfortable position for him. You rested your head in his lap while he leaned against your wall. And you melted as soon as you felt his hand move to rest on your head.

"What is racing in your mind my sweet one?" He asked in a husky tone, he waited for you to speak up on the issue...otherwise, he was prepared to take himself into the memories making your mind spin. A choked sound falls from your lips as you try to find your voice for the first time today. He sighs knowing it'll take a minute for you to find your voice so he starts to run his finger up and down your spine, waiting.

"I couldn't sleep last night, I-I just kept staring at the wall all night with this voice whispering in my head. Just constantly bringing up what I've down and how I am, they just don't shut up. I couldn't sleep the night before, or the one before that...it's all the same Void. I can't shake it this time and-and I don't know if I'll be able to this time. I feel lost, and alone, I feel cold and so angry, I'm always so angry and I don't even know why. I- I'm" you cut yourself off with a sigh "I'm just tired."

You took a deep breath before continuing your rant about everything that your mind has been telling you. His fingers never stopped moving up and down your skin as you ramble on about how you've been feeling, about the thoughts clawing at you constantly. Once you stop talking, once he feels your allowing your shoulders to fall, freeing them from the tension you've been holding, he spoke up.

"So?" He didn't say it as a question, more as a statement. "You think you're the only human out there who feels like this? Who doesn't sleep? Sweet one you need to understand, you're not that special." Your chest tightened hearing him speak in such a venomous tone, feeling you tighten up he shakes his head. "No, stop that." He laid his hand on your chest completely, "It's not a bad thing sweets; it is the truth, however. Look who you're speaking with. There isn't a single being out there who is good, but that's what's freeing. You have darkness in you, I am complete darkness, but we don't feel wrong together."

You stared up at him and he quickly noticed a light flickering behind your eyes again. You couldn't stop the laughter that began to fall from your lips. The Void felt...concern? Was that the new feeling he had? "Sweets?" He asked more cautiously. He broke you. He must've, they've finally lost their mind completely. Oh, Bob will be so mad that his favorite is crazy. The Void felt his own mind race with thoughts before calming down as he observed you taking a deep breath to calm yourself before resting your head back on his lap.

"Thank you V" Your whispers graced his ears making the entity smile crookedly. You were a mess but so was he.

If you like my work, please let me know! Reblogging, commenting, and liking are huge and easy ways to let me know you're enjoying my work, and it keeps me motivated to post way more!!! Requests are open <3

I do have another draft of Bob helping the reader through a depression episode, let me know if you'd like me to finish and post it!

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calypso-apologist · 1 day ago

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plsss more Antinous x reader smut?? 😼😼 I’m thinking the trope of just relentless flirty Antinous x princess of Ithaca who HATES his guts.

Maybe noncon?? Idm dark content since its him 😛😛

ngl i had fun with this one :3 AND YES I USED A FUCKING DND TERM FOR TENDAY. YOU CAN'T STOP ME.

How a certain princess of Ithaca ended up bedding a certain suitor... ♡

CW: nsfw. choking. dub-con, i think? even i don't fully know how the consent works in this one. whatever the fuck is up with Antinous. experimented a bit with the format.

As much as you wanted that bastard gone, you had to admit he was good with his cock. You wished you could strangle him, kick him and all of your mother's suitors out, but the most you could do was scratch his back and neck as he fucked you stupid in your own bed.

Still, it was a solution. Not a very good one, but a solution. A way to keep him and the suitors at bay, somehow. They all followed him, looked at him like some sort of their own little patron deity. And so, after the fight between him and Telemachus, you had to figure out a plan.

You waited in your bedroom for Antinous to appear after asking a maid to deliver him a message to meet you there. You had a dagger, of course. You weren't stupid, after all. He could try something.

"Princess."

Oh, how you hated that smug voice of his. That smirk on his face as he greeted you with a mockery of a bow, his breath reeking of wine. It was almost a shame, really. Antinous was a handsome man. And a charismatic one, at that. He could be a good man if he wasn't such a piece of shit.

"Antinous."

"You asked for me. And here I am."

He walked over to you, looking way too confident about himself. He must've been convinced that you called for him to have sex. And technically, he was right. No matter how much you absolutely fucking hated it.

The suitors were simple creatures. Little more than dogs who would follow those who currently had the tastiest looking bone. And right now, you were the person with the bone. Or at the very least, you hoped to be. It all depended on how well you could control the leader of the pack.

"Indeed you are. And I would like an explanation."

"And what would you have me explain, princess?"

Gods, you wanted to smack that arrogant smirk off his face. Not to mention how that cocky purr in his voice made you want to tear out his throat with your teeth. Especially after all the bruises he left on Telemachus. Your brother, even with the training he would get, was still... well, to put it nicely, the only fights he could win outside of training were the ones inside he imagined in his head.

You took a big breath, hoping you looked more confident than you actually felt in his presence. You were fully aware that he could easily overpower you, even with the dagger you gripped behind your back.

"I would have you explain why my brother is walking around with a black eye, for one."

"I can only guess he hurt himself somehow, princess. The boy is not exactly careful, is he?"

"Neither are your... companions."

"Is that an accusation I hear, princess?"

The more his grin widened with every word, the more you wanted to throw the nearest vase at him. Still, you had to keep calm. Even if he looked insanely tempting right now. To stab, of course.

Of course, looking up at him now, you still wanted to gouge his eyes out. But your dagger was on the floor and your arms were pinned above your head, the hold he had on your wrists with just one large hand almost bruising. Just like the grip his other hand had on your hip as he forced more and more sounds out of you by moving his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you with seemingly no issue.

You hated him, you wanted to gouge out the lustful eyes that looked at you, knock out the teeth he oh so eagerly bit into your soft flesh with, break the arms that held you down. But you also didn't want it to stop, even with how selfish he was, focused on chasing his own pleasure through your body, rather than even trying to please you, as well.

And for whatever reason, perhaps that was the best part about the whole thing. This savagery in his movements and gestures, the sadistic spark in his eye as his fingers wrapped around your throat...

"I have no need for accusations. I know it was you."

"Has a trusted servant informed you?"

"Not at all, actually. Your fellow suitors are a rather loud and talkative bunch. I heard them talking, you see. About the punches you landed on my brother, as if he was nothing more than your common scum."

Antinous clicked his tongue, slowly approaching you. Unlike you, he didn't need to fake his confidence. It was all around him, taking up your space just how the suitors took up the space in your father's palace. Except now, it felt even more invasive with how personal it was.

"Such harsh words from such a pretty mouth. You shouldn't speak to a man this way, you know. Would be a shame if something were to happen to such a pretty little thing like yourself."

"You threaten me in my own home?"

"Not at all, little princess. I merely believe you may have... forgotten something. You are in presence of a man."

"A man is an overstatement."

"Such a blatant disregard for the rule of hospitality."

"You want to lecture me on hospitality?! You and your oh so dear friends know nothing of it. We have granted you food and shelter for years, treated as you as most honored guest, and in return you brought nothing but-"

His hand was suddenly gripping your cheeks, silencing you effectively. His smirk was gone, replaced by a neutral look, one you've never seen on his before. It was uncomfortable. Almost scary. The man always had the same mocking grin on his face, sometimes replaced by a scowl when the other suitors annoyed him, but this? He was never this... calm. Almost emotionless.

The moment he raised his brow almost filled you with relief, though when his grin returned, so did your dread. A tiny, scared whimper escaped you as he leaned in closer, his nose almost touching yours.

"Will you drop it on your own, little princess, or shall I help?"

You glared at him as the dagger from your hand hit the floor with a clank. Antinous let out a small, amused scoff when he saw the blade no longer in your hand. You were such a good girl, unlike that irritating little brother of yours...

Oh, right. Your brother. The very reason you summoned him. An irritating little brat, picking fights he had no chance of winning, all because Antinous used wording he didn't like. He wasn't really an issue, of course, maybe a nuisance at most, but a very irritating one.

You annoyed him just as much, of course, but at least you were quite a pleasant sight, so he could just ignore your nagging and focus on your cute face and the way your clothing covered up your body. He would pretend to listen, of course, but in reality, he was imagining tearing your clothes off and shoving his cock inside you to fuck your attitude away.

But now you weren't giving him attitude and he was very, very pleased about it. Perhaps he should intimidate you more often.

"Since you care about your brother so much, how about a little deal, princess?"

"And what deal would that be?"

"A simple one."

If you weren't paralyzed from fear right now, you would've punched him for the mocking kindness in his smile. But instead, you could only let out a tiny gasp when he gripped your chin, tilting your head back to ensure you couldn't look away from him, no matter how much you might've wished to.

And there was something in the way his fingers held your head up, the way his thumb stroked your lower lip almost tenderly... Something that, despite obviously wanting to punch him in the mouth, also made you want to crash your lips against his, to lose yourself in a bruising, passionate kiss with the man, even if you despised absolutely everything about him.

"Why you-"

He merely chuckled at how you smacked his shoulder, as if you could actually cause any pain with your tired little smacks against his shoulders. Even at full strength, you probably wouldn't really do much about him, with how large he was compared to you, but now? With how worn out you were after he spent the night wrecking your sweet, sweet body? A fly landing on his skin would probably make more of an impact than your little slaps.

He looked down at your mouth, now decorated with a tiny red drop of blood trailing down to your chin after he decided to harshly bite down on your lower lip during one of the many heated, passionate kisses you shared that night.

Heated because of your disdain for each other, of course. There was no love, no affection in your bed that night, no. You two were using each other to release your frustrations, with him leaving bruises and bitemarks on you and you scratching him, leaving furious red lines on his skin and even managing to break the skin a little in some spots on his back.

"Aww, princess, is something wrong? You should be glad this is how I make you bleed. Your little brother wasn't so lucky."

Without thinking, you slapped him across the face, your nails marking his cheek. He was visibly stunned for a moment, and only seemed to realize you actually properly hit him when a few drops of blood fell from his cheek to your chest.

Well... he was impressed, in a way. And perhaps, if he was less egotistical, he would congratulate you on proving him wrong - you could actually land a pretty solid hit, even in your current state.

But you were also pretty fucking stupid. Maybe because of how fucked out you were, maybe you suddenly remembered what little pride you had left, even as you laid there, full of his cock. Or maybe, which he considered the most humorous option out of all, you just realized why you were in bed with him in the first place.

"I'll keep my companions, as you so graciously put it, on a leash. I'll even stop messing with your brother. But I want something in return. Something to make it all worth the effort."

"... And what would make it worth all the effort?"

He snorted with laughter, seeing how even now, completely at his mercy, you tried to put on a confident act. He liked it, honestly. He really did. The regal, almost queen-like attempt to mask just how much you were trembling in his arms.

"I'll be generous with you, little princess. Every tenday, I get you for a night. Make you earn the peace, with not a single little peep of resistance."

And he got his deal. You were doing so good despite your obvious hatred for him and everything he stood for. He was even kind enough to not punish you for scratching him, already knowing damn well it would be something he would show off to the other suitors.

But of course, you just had to ruin it, didn't you? And for what, reminding him how easy to beat her brother was? You were both painfully sensitive, picking fights over silly little points of honor.

It was almost funny, really. First Telemachus tried fighting him because he called the queen a tramp, and now you were here, sacrificing your own honor and dignity, just so he wouldn't get rough with your brother again. Such a devoted little family. Almost made him wonder what would happen when he eventually finally got to marry Penelope and finally get to rail her.

It was a great vision, really. One that he would fantasize about rather often. Seeing himself on the throne, with the prince sent away somewhere, leaving him alone with you and your mother. Of course, he'd play the devoted husband role well, fulfilling all of his marital duties. But he couldn't deny himself the pleasure your body offered him, the lovely squeeze of your cunt as it tried to milk his cock, coaxing his seed into you.

"Now, now, princess. Let's not do that."

There it was again. That cold, neutral tone that chilled you to the bone. He even stopped moving his hips as he leaned in closer, pressing your legs against your chest instead of keeping them loosely wrapped around his waist. You let out a small noise of discomfort as he pressed even closer, his entire cock buried inside you as he forced you into a breeding press.

"Let's not forget who's in charge here, yeah, little wench? Because you forget, there's more than one way for me to get the throne. I'm being kind enough to choose the peaceful way, but keep acting out, and I'm not gonna be nice to you for much longer."

He threatened, his voice lowered into a growl to scare you even more as one of his hands pinned your hands above your head and the other squeezed your throat, briefly cutting the air off until he decided you were scared enough for his liking.

"Be good, little princess. Unless you're so eager to bare my children so soon."

"What?!"

He merely chuckled, releasing your throat and pinching your cheek in an almost affectionate gesture, his cock slowly sliding out before he rammed his hips into yours again, burying the whole length inside you in one rough shove, making you cry out just loud enough for anyone who might be passing your room to hear.

"It's obvious, isn't it? Your mother's not getting any younger, and you're much easier to get to. Just look at you now, squirming on my cock like a good little whore..."

He started to move his hips again, each stroke rough and purposeful, forcing out more loud cries and moans out of you.

"Let's get things clear, hm? You can either play nice, and I'll keep our deal about stealing a night every tenday... Or you can act like a little cunt and see just how many tricks I have up my sleeve. And I think we can agree that you want me to be nice to you, hm?"

He squeezed your throat again, letting you struggle for air for a few seconds until you started to nod frantically, gasping and coughing when he loosened his grip.

"Gonna play nice, princess?"

"Y-yes..."

He chuckled at your little stutter. It was impressive you even managed to speak so soon, considering you were still struggling to regain your breath, but hey, at least you looked cute when you struggled.

Antinous leaned down, pressing a kiss on your lips. A soft, gentle, almost loving one. It almost didn't fit him... until you realize that it's not a kiss out of love, it's just a way to prove his power over you, a way to mock how he wasn't forcing you. He wasn't a monster, taking what he wanted by force, no, you agreed to this. You wanted this, just as much as he did, and you knew that.

Once he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against you, a hand on your cheek, mocking a lover's affection again yet again, just like he did after you agreed to his "deal". He even had the exact same grin on his face, smaller than the one he usually wore and almost tender, as he whispered the exact same words to you.

"That's my good girl..."

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thewritingfairy · 2 days ago

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Hi! I know you've already made a list of all your favorite authors, but I was wondering which writers are your topmost picks there (series-wise) and why?

‎‧₊˚✧[My favourite tumblr and book authors]✧˚₊‧

Mentioned: 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Author's that I love

People want to know my reading opinions~ but as you mentioned I have done this before so I will explain more about my choices then and be more specific in some cases but also leave out some as they don't always have series. I will also add my favourite book series :3 (ofc first it will be full with batfam tag writers.

@acid-ixx - again & again

Reads like a novel (like please teach me how to write so much) and is male reader friendly, I love this for my ‘I do not want gender’ moments and for the simple fact that it's so well written that I could imagine anyone in the Reader's position. Well not everyone but that's because of a few personality quirks, so that's very specific.

@rizzanon - Undoing Fate

I wanted to kiss the screen the first time I read this series. I loved how strong yet well written the Reader is, they are strong but still traumatised as fuck and I love that. I love seeing different trauma responses and how other people write those :3

@nikovraskol - Crackbaby

This story makes me anxious, ready to punch someone and I do not like violence, it makes my skin crawl and completely pulls me into being the Reader. Because I can sort of relate to this Reader with how they react to certain things. Love reading this story when my health is kicking my ass more than thinking of my future.

@mimiiiiiiiiisstuff - i bet on losing dogs

I will be kicking my feet in happiness as I read this every single time. I love me a reader that knows their worth, for them to have meta powers and to be able to seduce. My god, I love it when a character is like that. It can bring me to my knees /j

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Now for books!!!

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

begging on my knees for physical copies to come to my local bookstore. Please, I am barely in the first book and this is already one of my favs, I am reading this book slowly as I am currently grieving (I grief yearly near June).

The Poppy War - R.F Kuang

Love this book and author but couldn't finish it, The Poppy Wars is incredibly dark and heavy. It did trigger my fight or flight response to an extent that I mainly try to read it when I'm with someone I trust so that my PTSD is less active. But the story telling, oh my god, I love it. I love the themes of propaganda, classism and how you can learn from it. Because I always try to learn from my books, and I know that when I can finish this book I will love this series with everything.

I have this as an e-book and I just found out the physical books are coming to my home country, so if it will be translated I am buying the physical copies because I am curious how it will translate.

The Hurricane wars - Thea Guanzon

This book I love it, it is a series but it isn't my favourite. More like I would re-read it, I'm having a rough time going through it because of the writing style it's just not as engaging as I thought it would be but that might be because I am in a lot of pain currently and it makes it a bit more difficult to focus and write.

The fact that it's a physical copy does help me with reading it more but books are currently too heavy for me (my chronic pain is just being a bitch and I hold my books with my left hand--)

The hunger games - Suzanne Collins

Do I even have to say anything? The themes are actual and important, the writing is incredible and honestly the books are better and more diverse than the movies. Sue me, but it's true. I do love the casting of Ballad of the Songbirds and Snakes and Sunrise on the Reaping.

The first movies are good as well but I don't really feel like they do the books complete justice. But for the rest amazing.

#☾ thewritingfairy #fic rec #book rec #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #author rec #appreciation post

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adelina-shifts · 2 days ago

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hi i read your void state guide i cannot use that gateway tapes i don't want to shift i just want to enter void state to manifest my desires in current reality

all i do is relax , breath and affirm for void and then nothing happens why it is like that is it related to your shifting egoic mind post that the ego don't let me enter void i can't understand what to do i want to enter it right now and u have to help me since u are a expert in all these

hi! I'm so glad you want to learn more, but I do want to state that firstly, I did not write the post you are talking about.

I know there might be some miscommunication, but as stated in the parenthesis at the top of the post, the entire article was researched and written by Kvoyox on Reddit.

I am in no means an expert and I do find it a bit entitled of you to say I "have to help" you because I am "an expert".

Again, I am in no means an expert, I only research and write about shift-related topics in my free time as a hobby. I do not have a degree and again, nor did I write the post you are talking about. Kvoyox gives some examples in their article in section 4, but I will paste them down below for you.

Make sure not to be in your mind all day long. For example, when you’re doing certain tasks like cleaning or brushing your teeth, etc., try to fully immerse yourself in the situation. Don’t think; be aware of what is happening and how it feels. Be the awareness being aware. Don’t think about the past or future; draw full attention to what you’re doing, even if it is something as simple as going downstairs and feeling the steps and the weight of your body. In addition, focus on inner body sensations to keep yourself in the present moment. Those sensations are subtle vibrations you can feel for example in your hands and feet (and your entire body).

When you have excessive thought streams, detach from them by watching from afar. Don’t identify with them, don’t judge them, and don’t suppress them. That's because when you do judge, you're just giving energy to your egoic mind. Be the silent watcher, simply observing those thoughts. You will realize that you are not those thoughts; they just come in. What you really are is the consciousness being aware of them. Don’t even identify yourself with the thoughts you consciously think. What you’re doing is using your mind as a tool, creating a thought. But you are not the mind, not the thoughts. You as consciousness decided to use your mind as a tool to create a thought. In addition, try not to think as much as you can. Once you become aware of your thoughts, they’ll eventually subside anyway. Become silent in your mind, and within that silence a portal to your desired reality will open. Because silence is the key. The noise the mind creates blocks you from shifting. When you manage to become completely silent, no judgement, no overthinking, and a clear intention to shift or go to the void, it'll happen.

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biancasaidstfu · 14 hours ago

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Fish anon here 🫠

I have some good news and bad news here but I'll start with the good one. So my friend is out of the country for few weeks due to work related and it took me almost a day to get a hold of her because of the time difference. She's in Europe rn and I am somewhere in Arctic. So I sent a message to ask if I can share it with you guys and she said yes but with few conditions I cannot share here. So I may not share the entire theory here and the entire timeline but I know a lot of us have been dying to know how did she knew about the lime pics. So here's what she said.

"So okay, here's the deal. If you want to share this conversation with the blog you chose its fine. Last December you introduced me to them and adviced me to go back way 2023, in which I did. So I noticed a lot of puzzles that doesn't fit and you know that my brain won't stop seeking the answers to those so I did a brainstorming. Ever since January I noticed there has been an increase on their appearances, both Luke and Antonia wise. From the beginning of it, it always started with a fan spotting them out, then a sort of private event and then in between a gig posting, lastly, the official event. Its always the 3 week pattern. Like clockwork. So.... I snooped around some of my contacts in media. I did asked if there is any celebrity photos they currently have tag (can't define this to you sorry) that falls on that same pattern I told you. My contact said there is. Actually two celebrity couple. That's why I told you to watch out to any pap pics coming out either this week or next week. Now I don't know the mystery celebrity they said. I just didn't anticipate that my theory would be on track lol please don't ask me how I got some contacts I really can't share it and I also can't explain the patterns that I see. It's just in my head you know?"

And there she said. Now it could be a really insane coincidence but so far, everything that my friend said has always been correct. She knew Antonia will appear at BAFTA's.

I mean yesterday really got me so shooked that's why I shared it here.

Please keep in mind all of this is a speculation and a theory too so kindly take this with a grain of salt.

As long as I have the green signal to share something again I'll let you folks known✨️

If anyone here has like questions that I think I can answer I'll try to answer them today in my breaks!

Thank you ✨️

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deviantchicken · 1 day ago

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accidental adoption

Hank accidentally adopts Connor — no, scratch that... Connor accidentally adopts Hank.

After the peaceful march against the android camps, the government conceded and gave androids rights. One of those included the Right to Identity which basically meant each android was allowed to head over to their nearest state department facility and grab their very own birth certificate.

This was announced on national news on a snowy evening in a subpar bar where Hank and Connor were ending their long day at the police station. Hank only happened to look up at the TV when someone behind him squawked in disbelief. A bartender fumbled to increase the volume.

A few days later, Markus, the android who made all of this possible, contacted him, asking him if he wanted to accompany him to be the first two androids in the entire globe to officially complete this process.

When he arrived and stepped in front of the voting-esque booth, Connor froze. It wasn't because of the sudden dawning that this was actually happening. It wasn't the pressure that came with being the very first. It wasn't even the reporters with cameras that flashed at around 5 flashes per second.

No, it was one singular entry on the form.

Last Name.

Connor didn't have a last name. But he was going to have to think of something. Quick.

"Markus," he said. "Am I allowed to make a call?"

— — —

Hank's phone buzzes in his pocket, as a human body lies in front of him. The coroner and a few low-level detectives give him a look. He rips it out of his pocket to put it on silent but pauses when he sees the caller ID.

"Gotta take this," he mumbles to no one in particular. Then he steps out and takes the call. "Connor. What's up? I'm at a crime scene."

"Sorry, Lieutenant," Connor answers in his familiar, neat tone. "I wouldn't have called you if it weren't important."

"What? Did something happen? Are you okay?"

"I'm all right. I just..." His voice wavers. "...Need to ask something of you."

"Yeah, anything. What do you need?"

"Well, I'm currently getting my birth certificate with Markus right now..."

Connor just used two phrases in a single sentence that mean the same thing: currently and right now. That means he stressed. Hank's known Connor for long enough to be able to pick up on cues. But stressed about what is the question. Hank knows he was going to get his birth certificate soon, they talked about it last night.

"So what's the problem?"

"The document is asking for a last name," Connor finally explains.

"Oh. You don't have one?"

"My name has always been just Connor."

"Well, what's your friend doing? The android leader? Uh, Mark, I think, was his name."

"It's Markus and he said he put in the name Manfred. I'm not exactly sure..." Connor suddenly trails off. Hank hears someone else speaking in the background. Then Connor's back on. "Yes, the name did ring a bell. Markus' previous owner was Carl Manfred, the famous painter who suffered that concussion at the beginning of this year. He's taking his name."

Without warning, Hank's throat feels dry. "Why don't you just do that? Take a last name if you can't think of one."

"That's an excellent idea, Lieutenant. Thank you."

Anticipating that Connor's about to hang up on him, Hank hurries to say something before the connection terminates. "Now slow down just a sec, kid. Whose name are you taking?"

"Would you rather me make a last name for myself?" Connor asks unprompted.

"Huh. Where'd you get that idea? All I asked is whose last name you're taking?"

"Your voice spiked a few decibels, which correlates to a sudden bout of stress."

"Just answer the question, Con."

"Well... I was thinking about taking your last name, sir. If that's all right with you."

Hank silently stands unmoving in the narrow apartment hallway. He rocks a little on his heels subconsciously as images of Cole fade in and out in his mind like a slideshow. He swallows hard and forgets he was ever on a call with Connor in the first place. He'd be around your age.

"Hank?" Connor says through his phone. "Are you still there?"

Hank blinks back into the present and clears his throat to clear the air. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, the call must have fizzled out. Did you hear what I said?"

"The call didn't 'fizzle out', the ping rate of this phone call has never surfaced above—"

Jesus Christ. Sometimes Hank forgets he's an android. "Well, I said go for it. Connor Anderson" — his voice cracks — "nice ring."

"Hank."

"What?"

"I'll never replace him."

Hank exhales softly and closes his eyes. Connor just hit the sore spot. It would be false to say that Hank doesn't care about Connor taking his last name. It's actually quite the opposite. He cares a lot. But at the same time, he's somewhat okay with it. The idea of having a son again both scares him and fills him with immeasurable amounts of joy. He can't bring Cole back; this won't bring Cole back. But Hank has grown to care for Connor in ways he didn't even know were possible after the accident. So he's ready.

"I know," Hank replies. Then, "I know... Connor Anderson."

#detroit become human #dbh #anderfam #connor dbh #connor anderson #and it's now official #connor rk800 #hank anderson #markus dbh #writing blurb

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stellacartography · 3 days ago

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@fluffbruary Day 14 Voice | Swim | Quaint

There's a content warning for this chapter so here's a quick summary: Mycroft fell asleep on Greg's sofa in the last chapter and he's dreaming in this one. In his dream there is a spider who turns into his brother. If dream!spider!Sherlock is upsetting for you, feel free to skip this part.

It was obvious, in hindsight, that he was dreaming, but in his mind's eye he'd had an entire conversation with the spider who'd appeared in the upper left corner of Greg's television screen before it occurred to Mycroft that the experience was anything less than real.

"Isn't that sweet," the spider sneered.

"Hardly." Mycroft wouldn't stand for an arachnid passing judgement on his current position wrapped up in Greg's warm embrace. After all, what did spiders know of the pleasures of cuddling? They only came into contact with another living being when they were about to eat or be eaten.

"Do you think he means it? Or are you just convenient?"

"I really ought to get out the hoover and take care of you."

"Ooh, big threats from the British Government. Won't change the fact that you're a warm body to him."

"Why don't spiders learn to build their webs inside the walls? It would significantly extend their lifespans?" Mycroft mused aloud.

"Why don't stuffy, nosy big brothers learn to keep themselves out of the personal lives of others?"

Mycroft frowned as the spider took on his brother's attitude. He rolled his eyes and stood up to inspect it more closely. It was a pale brown house spider. Nothing unusual at first glance. Although now that he had a closer look, the spider's head had a rather dramatic looking collection of dark curls that made Mycroft sneer in its direction.

"Why are you here, brother mine?"

"Someone has to hold you accountable for your meddling," it replied petulantly.

"In what am I meddling, Sherlock? Greg invited me here!"

"Who?"

Mycroft looked back at the couch to where Greg had been, but no one occupied the couch any longer. He searched the room frantically, wondering if Greg had turned into a mouse or a moth when he wasn't looking. It did seem to be that sort of dream. When Mycroft turned back to accuse the spider with his brother's face of meddling in his affairs, he noticed the trickle of water falling down Greg's sitting room wall. It looked like a tiny waterfall trickling over the plaster, but he looked about to find himself nearly ankle-deep in the pool of water.

He fled to the sofa and momentarily regretted not removing his shoes earlier in the evening. He called out for Greg once, twice, much to the amusement of his tiny arachnid brother who was climbing up to stand on top of the television.

"Don't drown, big bro! You'll never see Greg again if you do. It won't bother him at all, of course. But you'll be unbearable for the rest of your life."

"I didn't lay a finger on you!" Mycroft protested.

"No, but you thought about it, didn't you?"

Mycroft huffed and rolled his eyes.

"You know what they say about killing spiders."

"You're not dead!"

"Killing a spider makes it rain."

"This isn't rain, it's a flood. And you're perfectly healthy. Look at you." How Sherlock maintained his perfect coiffure with all this moisture in the air, Mycroft would never understand. It was a magic all Sherlock's own, he supposed. His own hair curled hideously in the damp and he began to feel cold again.

He looked at the floor. The water was getting quite deep now and the couch had been lifted off its feet to bob along the surface. Mycroft felt his stomach roll with the motion. Glancing at Sherlock again he saw that the spider had built an extravagant web between the television frame and the wall that was still streaming with water. In the centre he had a hornet and a moth.

"Mycroft," the moth called.

Mycroft looked for a way to leave the couch but the water had lifted it halfway up the wall and there was nothing to use as a stepping stone to the television.

"Mycroft?" The moth sounded calm even though it was in the centre of a spider's web. The hornet stirred and squirmed in its sticky bindings.

"Greg, I'll find a way. Don't worry. Don't move."

The spider was advancing on the centre of the web, almost dancing with glee as it closed in on the moth and the hornet. The hornet panicked and scrabbled for purchase on the sticky strands, only succeeding in pulling the moth closer to its prominent stinger. The water was almost up to the ceiling now. There was nothing for it. Mycroft plunged into the cold pool that had filled Greg's living space and swam with all his might towards the web.

"Mycroft." The moth's voice carried even though Mycroft's head was completely submerged and he followed the sound, frantically reaching out to brush away strands of webbing that had filled the water. He surfaced for air, gasping at the last bit of space by the ceiling before diving in again to reach for the unfortunate insects caught in Sherlock's impenetrable web.

Just as he thought he would run out of air, Mycroft opened his eyes. He was on the couch. Greg was next to him and looking on with concern.

"Thank god I don't have to swim," Mycroft said.

"Don't think it's raining that hard, mate. You alright?"

"Strange dream," was all Mycroft could think to say. "I apologise. I didn't mean to drift off."

"Me neither," Greg said softly with a grin. "Think I spilled my glass on you a bit." He gestured at the wet stain on Mycroft's trousers.

Mycroft frowned. That was why he was so cold. He sighed.

"Look it's miserable out there and you've already slept half the night," Greg began. "Would you want to stay? I can sleep here. You take the bed."

"I couldn't put you out."

"You're not. We could have breakfast."

The idea was tempting. Stay the night and have a meal together in the morning. Mycroft seldom ate breakfast but he could perhaps stretch to brunch if Greg were involved.

"Only if you allow me to sleep on the sofa. Take your bed. Please." He would have to find some clean clothing in the morning. Perhaps Greg could lend him some. A vision of himself in trousers that were just an inch too short popped into his head. He really should refuse. It would be no trouble to call a car at this hour, but the prospect of a morning with Greg loomed large and tempting in his drowsy, dreamstricken mind.

"Or..." Greg's voice was rough and blurry and he looked so gentle in the light of the television and that of the table lamp. Mycroft was sure Greg could convince him to betray the country and his family in an instant looking and sounding as he did. The only reason Mycroft was here was because he knew Greg would never attempt it. "Well. Might be a bit much."

"Go on." Mycroft was only mildly shocked to find his hand had taken Greg's without his express permission.

"Could share. The bed, I mean. It's more than big enough."

Mycroft glanced down at their joined hands. He thought about brunch and waking up in Greg's bed. He nodded. "If you wouldn't mind."

"Only thing I'd mind is staying where we are. This sofa is not meant for sleeping on." Greg offered his hand to help Mycroft up.

Mycroft laced his fingers with Greg's and rose to his feet, a movement that awoke all the pain receptors in his back at once. He tried to stifle the sharp intake of breath, but Greg caught it.

"Are you hurt?" He scanned Mycroft's torso.

Mycroft cleared his throat. "As you say, the sofa is not an ideal place to sleep."

"Is it your back? Can you walk?"

"Yes." Mycroft took a deep breath and a cautious step forward. "And yes. It is not incapacitating."

Greg's arm snaked under his own and pulled him close. "Let's get you to bed and I'll fetch you some tablets."

They made their way slowly down the hall to Greg's bedroom. Greg eased him to the mattress and strode out of the room.

Mycroft hesitated. He was still wearing his shoes and couldn't bend to untie the laces. He thought about the damage to the leather if he tried to toe them off and winced. He imagined the conversation he'd have to engage in with Anthony, his cobbler, should he decide it was worth avoiding the embarrassment of asking for help with his shoe laces. Of all the evenings not to wear loafers!

Greg returned before Mycroft could make up his sluggish mind, glass of water and a ramekin with tablets in his hands. "Brown is ibuprofen, white is paracetamol. Do they turn your stomach?"

"I don't believe so."

"One of each, then. Should let you sleep, at least. Do you need the toilet?"

"No. But if you wouldn't mind... My shoelaces."

"Oh, yeah. 'Course." Greg knelt down and lifted Mycroft's foot to his knee. He loosened the laces with care and eased the shoe off before repeating with the other foot. His eyes still betrayed his tiredness, but Mycroft's need for assistance appeared to have energised him. He stood and helped Mycroft lie back against the pillows.

"Thank you." Mycroft predicted he would regret sleeping in his trousers but couldn't trouble himself to do more than remove his belt. Greg took the belt from him and laid it over the armchair next to Mycroft's side of the bed. Then he stopped and looked Mycroft up and down, eyes landing somewhere in the vicinity of his neck.

Greg turned abruptly and muttered, "Teeth." He strode off to the ensuite.

Mycroft ran his tongue over his teeth. Weighed against the pain in his back, furry teeth were not worth getting up for. He'd just have to avoid breathing on Greg tonight and measure his regrets in the morning.

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blackwaxidol · 1 year ago

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"A desk would fix me" is such a simple but truthful declaration... I see it, the end is in sight...

Lumbar support...

#I'd need to physically go to IKEA for it... Mother insists we see desks and chairs in person...#So I will reaffirm that tomorrow I suppose.#It would be nice to have a desk where I can file relevant information.#And have my drawing tablet on and such.#Effectively I envision productivity from it.#Using my laptop as I currently am is going to turn me into the Joker if it hasn't already.#I don't know why I am thinking about this currently...#It just seems like an obvious solution to me.#When I categorise the source of many woes.#I want a desk so I can do remote work more efficiently.#So I can do online school maybe...#And lessen the sense that I am disappointing my mother. Giggles.#I have some kind of attachment problem regarding her I realise.#Not sure how to solve that imminently. Like most things I see it as several steps in a distant future that I will realise.#It will start with... getting a desk.#I think I need to decorate my room before getting a desk.#When we first moved here my mother for whatever reason thought putting the bed in first made the most sense.#Your honour we cannot wallpaper that wall because of it ❤️#I am rambling... My body temperature is absurd so I am boiling alive.#delete later.#Goodnight everyone. Again.#Mwah. Or meow. Meows at you...

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necrotic-nephilim · 10 months ago

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@sasheneskywalker i love when you enable me to ramble about things because oh my god do i have thoughts.

so recently, i made a post discussing the phenomena of DC x DP and DC x MLB crossovers and why they exist and part of that post was discussing how largely speaking, at least half, if not more of the Batfamily fandom doesn't read the comics. if they interact with canon DC material, it's adaptations that are their own sequestered universes and oftentimes not remotely comic accurate or seeking to be. the most obvious example is the Young Justice cartoon. i'm adding a cut to this post because it just got so long i'm so sorry.

a lot of times, when people are discussing the "why" of this oversaturation of fanon-only fandom, they blame Wayne Family Adventures. and i think, to a point, i agree WFA is responsible for a boom in this fandom. but as someone who's been in the fandom long before we had WFA, to me it's the other way around. WFA was DC's way of meeting the demand for this easy-to-get-into, easy-to-consume content about the Batfamily that predicates itself on the comics just enough to be vaguely the same characters, but has a more sitcom, slice-of-life sort of vibe so DC could profit off of this section of the fanbase that otherwise wasn't consuming its primary material. and well, it's definitely worked. not only that, but i have a weird theory that the decline in the MCU also led to the rise in the Batfamily fandom. when you consider the fan content that made the MCU popular within fandom, it's that 2012 "they all live in Avengers Tower and Thor is eating poptarts and Clint is in the vents and there are movie nights every Friday" sort of vibe. those were the fics that were a hallmark of the fandom. and as the MCU has strayed from well... quality content in general, but specifically well-thought-out crossover content where characters can have their own arcs but also exist in a wider story where they clearly care about each other, that fandom was sort of homeless. so where do you go, if you like a superhero found family where you can have villains for angst but also stick them all in one big family-like home for silly crack and have a plethora of options for gay ships? well. you go to the Batfamily. if you write a crack/fluff Batfamily genfic with silly vibes and low stakes instead of say, a fic about a very specific comic issue even if it's a popular comic, you're *going* to get more traction for the former. because the fanbase largely just isn't reading the comics.

and i feel... complicated about this. because on one hand, Don't Like Don't Read has been a tenet of my fandom experience. i'm very pro-fandom and that includes fandom content i don't like. and to an extent, i do think this sort of should apply to Batfamily fanon. i enjoy having my moments with other comic purists, giggling over exceptionally painful OOC headcanons or even facepalming in pain over some content but it is on me to not interact with that content. you don't make fandom a better place by being hostile to fans who engage with canon in ways you don't approve of. and frankly? we as comic readers are not going to get non-comic fans to read the comics by being asshats to them. no one is going to want to pick up any comic if we get a superiority complex about it. and also, i feel like we're all lying to ourselves a little bit insisting comics are so, so easy to get into. they're not. we can just all agree, they're really not. i've been single-handedly helping my sister get into comics, specifically Wonder Woman and no matter how simple i make it, i watch her get frustrated trying to understand what pre-Crisis and post-Crisis and New-52 and Flashpoint and all these things mean and what a retcon vs a reboot is and what a Crisis Event is and what the hell Diana's current backstory even *is*. sure, you can give someone a beginner list of comics to start with and slowly dip their toes in the water but sooner or later, *something* is going to confuse them. comics as a medium straight up aren't going to be everyone's cup of tea. and if someone *just* wants to read silly fluffy fanfiction about the Batfamily, i can't entirely begrudge them for not wanting to take the hours and hours out of their day to understand this medium. it's not an accessible medium to get into. "read this and this, but this run is out of print and this run wasn't collected in trades at all but also make sure you read that event in order and this is a good comic but the backstory in it is retconned and you *have* to read this it's so important but it's also really bad because the author kind of sucks" sounds. ridiculous for someone who like. just wants to read some stuff about Nightwing. sometimes, we all make reading comics sort of sound like a chore, not a hobby.

so my point is, i do extend some grace to Batfamily fanon for existing. i think my biggest gripe is, as i said in my other post, misuse of tags (if you're not creating content about comics, maybe you don't need the comics fandom tag on Ao3, just the all media types umbrella tag) and my far bigger gripe: when panels are taken out of context to support fanon only headcanons. if i could impart *anything* onto the Batfamily fandom as a comic fan it'd be this: if you haven't *read* the comic, don't spread the panel. if you don't even know what comic it's *from*, don't spread the panel. it's fine to use comic panels to discuss your headcanons, but so often i see someone spreading a comic panel from a comic they haven't read, and when asked where it's from, they can't source it. a silly example that comes to mind is a post going around, taking a panel where Dick, in his internal monologue goes "here comes the sun. do do do do." and the post is claiming it's from him getting buried alive. when that panel comes from Nightwing (1996) #140, and he gets buried alive in Nightwing (1996) #127, two completely different moments frankensteined together. if you're going to not read the comics, that's completely fine, but unless you're sure of the source and the context, panels shouldn't be spread around. i'm sick of this specifically happening to Red Robin (2009), with ppl claiming Tim has totally killed people because he blew up some of Ra's' bases, when those panels within context, make it clear he gave everyone time to escape. and in a later arc in that very comic, Tim grapples with the idea of murdering Captain Boomerang, and *specifically chooses not to*, because he doesn't agree with murder, even against the person who has hurt him the most. if you'd like to write fanfiction where Tim is pro-murder and has done some sketch things, i'm totally on board and would probably like to read it. but there's no need to pretend it's canon from a few panels you saw out of context.

beyond that, i think it's not *entirely* correct to say that fanon is harmless. whenever i see very WFA-positive posts, they often default to the argument that WFA is fun and silly, and comic fans are killjoys for not liking it. which. i think is complicated because the issue is, WFA and fanon don't exist in a vacuum. if you like WFA power to you, i don't think it's the worst thing ever, but i do think it's degrading to these characters because honestly? they feel incompetent in the webtoon. it's one thing if WFA was solely a slice-of-life sort of deal, just having silly episodes where Bruce is taking on a PTA mom or they're all fighting for the last cookie. but when WFA attempts to take on more serious plots with these characters, it *fundamentally* falls flat in understanding them. i get it, Bruce comforting Jason having a panic attack because a noise reminded him of the crowbar felt cute in a microcosm, but i'm so serious when i say that storyline destroyed how like. half of this fandom understands Jason Todd's relationship to his trauma. it doesn't understand how he reacts when he's triggered, what coping mechanisms he seeks out, and how he would handle Bruce comforting him. even if i can believe for a brief moment Jason *would* be triggered by something like that, him running and trying to hide and then getting a hug from Bruce to make it okay is just. painful. WFA needs everything to be wrapped up in a nice, neat little bow. so even when it starts to tackle interesting concepts, it makes them fall flat with its need to be soft, low stakes, hurt/comfort. there was a two-parter episode that dealt with the complicated mutual hatred/jealousy between Tim and Damian that *almost* really interested me because for once, it felt like the webtoon wanted to explore canon messy dynamics. but of course, it had to be fixed with one conversation and a hug. you don't mend the *years* of issues these characters have like that. WFA isn't in character because these characters are hyperbole cartoonified versions of themselves to fit within the medium and be a cute happy family.

because that right there, is the crux of it. the Batfamily fanon seeks to simplify the Batfamily and force them into a nuclear family. there are so many fantastic posts on here discussing how the nuclear family-ification of the Batfam is eroding decades worth of complex histories so i won't go too far into that. but what i will say is that there's this need, in the Batfamily fandom, for the Batfamily to exist as a unit. they are a *family*. (honestly i think calling it the Batfamily is a misnomer and has been for years but we're in too deep now.) they exist to each other first, and any teams or friends they have come secondary to this family unit. you can *specifically* see this demonstrated in what headcanons are becoming popular these days. i have an entire lengthy meta in my drafts about how i *loathe* the "the Batfamily meets the Justice League" genre of fanfic because it makes no *sense*. in order to have this genre of fic exist, you must operate under the assumption that no one in the League, or adjacent to the League, knows the Batfamily exists and are thus utterly shocked to discover Batman has kids. and to make *that* work, you have to strip *every single Batfamily member* of such important dynamics and friendships so you can lock them all in Gotham for their whole lives. Dick can't have the Titans, Tim can't have Young Justice, Duke & Cass can't have the Outsiders, Jason can't have the Outlaws, Damian can't have the Supersons, Babs can't have the Birds of Prey, and so on. because if they had these relationships, they would be known to the League. the Batfamily fandom doesn't care about this, it's just "silly fanfiction", it's not trying to be serious. but how can you say you like Dick Grayson as a character if you don't understand the Titans *are* his family? at some points of his life, moreso than the Batfamily even is. it is constantly repeated to us in most comics with Dick how much the Titans mean to him. he *needs* them to be who he is. the same extends to every other Batfamily member, most of which have been full League members at this point. but in fanon, that doesn't matter. the Batfamily are a sequestered unit first, and all of those side relationships are secondary and easy to toss away, if it makes your fanfic work better.

and because they have to be a unit first, you have these forced relationships that dump years of actual canon material for the sake of making them get along. the Batfamily fandom has its favorites and well. it's no secret it's usually the boys. Jason and Tim by *far* stand out as fandom faves so, their dynamic is a heavily explored one. it does matter that in canon they don't tend to get along and especially don't see each other as family. what matters is that you can push dynamics onto them. and so fanon gets all twisted up about which Robin Tim actually idolized as a kid (Dick) and what member of the Batfamily is pro-murder but still an older sibling figure to him and looks out for him (Helena, or if you want the dynamic of once tried to harm Tim but they've reconciled, Jean-Paul) in favor of who's the most popular. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian are always going to be the standouts for popularity, but it's specifically Jason and Tim who are getting fanonized the most. and that's because really, we don't have much canon content of Tim that *isn't* the comics. for Dick you've got Young Justice (tv), for Damian you've got the DCAMU, for Jason you've sort of got the Under The Red Hood movie, but Tim sort of lingers in this limbo. (yes, he's in Young Justce (tv) and Titans (live action) but in neither is he the main character nor given much depth) so, he gets a *lot* projected onto him and has become fanonized. and even with Jason's animated movies, you don't see him interact with Tim, so people build it from the ground up how they want to see it, disregarding of canon comics. i think it's what makes him so popular in the first place- he's malleable into whatever you want or need him to be.

and of course, the fanon ignores other characters in the Batfamily it doesn't know about. i feel like you could create a tier list of Batfamily characters by their popularity, going from the fandom main characters: Tim, Jason, Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Damian. to the underrated: Steph, Duke, Babs, Cass. to the forgotten about unless they're convenient for a story: Kate, the Foxes, Helena Wayne, Carrie, Selina, Harper Row, Maps, Minhkhoa Khan. to the absolutely unknown: Helena Bertinelli, Jean-Paul Valley, Onyx Adams, the Clovers, Julia Pennyworth. it's not lost on me that the ignored characters tend to be women and people of color. which is both a canon and fanon problem, DC will continue adding interesting characters to the Batfamily, play with them for a few years, then drop them to default to the "Batboys" again. and it's a vicious cycle of the fandom only caring about the "Batboys", and thus people entering the fandom via fanon osmosis won't have content about the other characters, therefore, they won't be interested in those characters enough to create it, and it's just this ouroboros consuming itself, no matter how much canon content we have of these other characters. and it's ridiculous just how large the Batfamily is becoming because of this, which is why i'm a pre-Flashpoint fan, because then the Batfamily was contained enough to actually feel like a family with every character having nuances relationships with each other, but i digress because those thoughts could be their own post.

and the thing about fanon is it doesn't exist in a vacuum. DC has started turning the comics to accommodate for what fans are asking for, because fans will beg and beg for content they're not going to consume. Tim Drake: Robin had Tim as a coffee drinker because that's the fanon accepted headcanon. and the resolution of the recent Gotham War arc was for Bruce to buy this new manor for everyone to move in and call him. nevermind that most of these characters have their own homes and have zero reason to be moving in with Bruce. Tim had his marina in Tim Drake: Robin, Dick has Bludhaven, Cass and Steph have their little side of town in Batgirls (2022), and so on. these characters are being forced together as a unit, as one big happy family living together, to appease what non-comic fans want and it's damaging comic relationships. Robin: Knight Terrors saw Jason and Tim team up and working together, which i've seen varying opinions on but i personally despised. their interactions made zero sense for any of their canon history, but it appeases them being this close sibling relationship that fanon acts like they are. also the fears they faced in their respective knight terrors didn't make sense for either character and *only* worked as a moment of bringing them together so they could reassure each other and have this weird dreamscape bonding moment. the canon is bending itself to the will of fanon rather than building on the pre-existing complex relationships. Tim barely even gets along with his most important team in Dark Crisis: Young Justice because it seems the only important relationships the Batfamily can have is with each other. and when we do see them outside of the Batfamily, it only seems to be to relive the glory days like with World's Finest: Teen Titans, instead of developing them as they currently exist. this isn't recent in the comics, it feels like you can trace it back to the New-52, but it does feel a *lot* worse over the recent years. WFA is fine when it exists in its own bubble, but the simple truth is, DC content never exists on its own. the adaptations will reflect back onto the comics. (the damage the Young Justice cartoon has done to some characters should honestly be studied) and so it does frustrate me a bit when fanon-only or adaptation-only fans act like we're being nothing but killjoys for being frustrated with this. since they don't read the comics, they don't see how the comics are suffering as a result of this.

people argue about what's out of character for the comics they don't even read. i'm sorry, but "bad dad Bruce" is consistently canon. that man is just kind of shitty. when you take someone who has the drive he has, who has this need for the Mission first, who needs a teenager in spandex next to him to keep him off the ledge, that guy is sort of going to be a shitty father figure. he just is. not on purpose or with malice, but when you compare him to any other dad in a big DC family, he sure takes the cake. it's why characters like Oliver Queen tend to *really* fucking hate Bruce for how he treats his kids. Bruce loves fiercely, but he doesn't do well with putting that love first. and his love is a controlling one, he is very particular about controlling how others in the Batfamily are "allowed" to operate. it's what drives the wedge between him and Dick, it's why Steph is never a true daughter to him. (besides the reason of her needing to be a love interest to Tim first, anyway-) i've never understood the massive outcry of people reacting to Bruce kinda being shitty in comics they're not reading. there are some moments that get ridiculously OOC with how cartoonishly evil he is (the whole Gotham War arc and that... complicated mess with Jason) but largely if you want sitcom loving nuclear father Bruce, you have to accept that is a fanon thing, not a canon one. the Batfamily being a nuclear family in *general* is fanon. most of the "Batkids" don't actually see Bruce in a particularly fatherly light and begging for moments where he calls them his kids or they call him dad outside of incredibly specific circumstances is just OOC.

it's getting harder and harder to exist peacefully in this fandom it feels like, if you don't comply to the standard fanon has set. i'm happy people are having fun with their blorbos, even if in ways i dislike, but that "harmless fandom fun" does ripple it's way back to canon, eventually. so i end up pretty tangled with my feelings because are fans at fault for DC making these poor decisions? probably not, but it certainly feels like an unfortunate cause-and-effect situation whether at the end of the day, nobody is happy. and of course, i know some fanon-only fans are striving to be more canon accurate and care about canon dynamics more than others, but for them it's always going to be an uphill battle with the above-mentioned out-of-context panels thrown around and ever-pervasive fanon overtaking anything that's truly seeking to be canon compliant. so really, it sometimes feels like we're all losing.

#necrotic festerings #batfamily #batfamily meta #dc comics #fandom meta #fan studies #fanon vs canon #i deleted paragraphs of this to try to make it shorter. it failed btw.#anyway i got into comics when i was like 12 with the dark knight returns #and if i hadn't been into this medium for a decade i don't think i would be able to get into it as an adult so i get it #bc i'm trying to get into marvel comics and fuck ME am i confused as fuck.#do marvel comics have like. an equivalent to crisis events?#is the ultimates like their version of the new-52? i do NOT know #it's so hard and daunting so trust me i get it #if you never wanna pick up a comic god i respect you you're so right this is fucking miserable #i want to live and let live in fandom but *god* i'm struggling here #i used to bend to the will of fanon fun fact #i wrote my share of tim and jason fics playing into fanon tropes. god i hate them *now* but they did fucking numbers.#and i used to care more about getting attention in fandom than being accurate #i've matured now. it's why i write on anonymous so much to remind myself this should be for me.#anyway i could do a character study on every batfam member as fanon vs canon #ESPECIALLY tim and jason. i know so much about them trust me.#jason todd fans annoyed me so much i once sat and read almost every fucking jason comic. i didn't even like him.#but i tell you what i know that man and he will never leave my top five characters on league of comics.#this is so long. is anyone going to read all of this.#if you do you're a fucking trooper i'm saluting you.#this isn't even all of my thoughts i had to condense myself.#bc i also have thoughts about how this means some characters no longer get to exist outside of the batfam #because they only exist as a member of the unit #ergo we have very little current content of helena bertinelli or onyx adams or duke thomas

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