#and Clark's like 'damn I can't argue with that'

[distort-opia]

This... is the most quintessentially Bruce as well as Superbat fucking interaction ever and it's just SO FUNNY.

"There will be secrets actually, we're just gonna be better at pretending we don't have any. But do not fear, Clark. It shall all be under control because you see... I have a plan."

[artemis32]

yandere superfam drabble i

listen, i have a ton of ideas for the batfam. really, i do. but come on. superfam.

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Thinking about Clark and his family as yanderes.

Individually, they're enough of a headache, but together? Damn.

Clark Kent sees himself as your father. The problem with him as a yandere is, he's genuinely terrifying. I mean, ignoring the fact that this man is literally Superman, he's also incredibly delusional.

I think most people downplay, or forget exactly how strong this man is. He's strong, fast, and so insanely smart. All that being said, there is literally zero chance of you avoiding him, under any circumstances.

The only saving grace in this situation is the fact that he's, like I said, delusional. Not in a 'oh, I know this is kind of wrong, but I can justify it as being right' kind of way. Rather, he wholeheartedly believes he's helping you, doing the best thing for you by allowing his obsession and thoughts of you overtake your life.

You don't even have the luxury of a slow descent into the situation. His mindset regarding you shifted really quickly, and by the time you were clued in on it, you'd already been stolen away to a farm in the middle of nowhere, ripped away from your life without warning.

The only aspect of his mindset that doesn't quite fit in with the delusional yandere archetype is the fact that, if you push the right buttons, he will absolutely fly off the handle. That in itself proves that, no matter how much he insists otherwise, he knows what he's done to you is wrong.

Jon Kent is a carbon copy of his father. He firmly believes that your place in life is with them, as a part of their family. The fact that you weren't born into the family means nothing to him. If you weren't meant to be with them, the your paths would never have crossed.

The only difference between him and Clark is that Jon has no doubt in his mind that what they're doing is okay. Clark is delusional; Jon is deranged. A part of you believes you can't really blame him - he's a child, a product of his environment. If that's what he was taught his whole life, by the people he loved and trusted, then of course he didn't see a problem with it. But the larger part of you still hated him, hated the fact that he saw you as the crazy one, as if his family hadn't abducted you from your crappy Metropolis apartment in the middle of the night.

And the fact that he was a few years younger than you didn't stop him from treating you like a child. Granted, he was insanely strong and fast, but that didn't mean you had to enjoy him manhandling you as easily as his father and brother whenever he thought you were getting too fussy.

Conner Kent, a few years your senior, isn't like Clark or Jon. He's completely aware of what they're doing to you, of how invasive and creepy it is. He just doesn't care.

I'd almost argue that him being fully aware of how wrong it all was might've been creepier than the shared delusion of Clark and Jon, especially since he could stare you dead in the eye, blank faced at the sight of your tears, and tell you in the most monotonous voice you've ever heard that he didn't care about what you wanted.

Besides a few uncanny moments with him, he was mostly pretty cocky and snide, with this keen way of getting under your skin. It's almost as if he revelled in the fact that you knew he knew they were wrong, the fact that he could do something to help you get away from all this, but he just... didn't.

The worst part was, if he hadn't, you know, kidnapped you, you might've liked him. He was easy to like, if you ignored the annoying sarcasm and ever-present smirk, the type of person you might've wanted to be friends with.

Too bad he spoiled all that by being batshit crazy.

Lois Lane, to her credit, was against the idea at first. She acted as the voice of reason in the family. Or, at least, she tried to. But the men in her family were nothing if not determined.

She realised how crazy, how morally wrong it was to rip someone away from their life for what you thought might be best for them. She also realised how terrified you'd be, surrounded by people, beings who were so much stronger than you, able to subdue you with little more than the tip of a pinky finger.

But, in the end, they won her over. The idea of someone to take care of, someone normal in the family - someone like her, and a daughter to boot - the offer was too sweet to pass up on. She's an odd mix of mindsets, a point somewhere between Clark's delusion and Conner's unwavering sanity, and that makes her scarier than the rest of them, somehow.

The fact that she knows it's wrong, but is able to convince herself it's for your own good - that's terrifying.

Though, she is great in the motherly role, acting as neutral ground for whenever one of the others overwhelm you past what you can reasonably handle. She seems to have a sixth sense for your threshold too, appearing as if out of thin air whenever you're close to snapping at one of the three men who are always in your hair.

Out of all four of them, you'd admit to liking her the most, though admittedly, it's for a selfish reason. She's the easiest person to slip by - the rest of them have super sight and hearing, and even if you could slip away, they'd catch up to you in a few seconds flat. Lois, as much as you may dislike her, was only human. Yes, she had this weird sense for when you'd try to pull something, but for the most part, you had more leeway with her than anyone else.

As a result, you stuck to her like glue, which lead to Jon whining that you were playing favourites. Jon, you could understand. He was a child, one who was used to getting his way most of the time. Clark, however, also tended to develop a strangely endearing pout whenever you ignored him, one that had even Lois caving and forcing you to spend time with someone other than her.

One thing all of them had in common was the fact that they were so damn clingy. They seemed magnetically drawn to you, hanging off of you like children at all hours of the day. It was infuriating, constantly having your personal space intruded upon.

Even at night, when you tried to sleep, you'd wake to find Conner or Jon sliding in beside you, or, even worse, you'd mysteriously wake up in Clark and Lois' bed the next morning. That always made you uncomfortable - how had they managed to move you several rooms down without you once waking up?

Your only saving grace was that all four had their own lives outside of the household, often leaving for work or school, or even patrols, so you very rarely had to deal with all four at the same time. Your favourite days were the ones when it was just you and Lois. You could slip away in the morning, right after Jon caught the bus to school, and spend the entire day away from the prison-like household.

They at least trusted you enough to let you roam around the farm freely. Well, not trusted, exactly. More like, they knew you couldn't get far before one of them caught up to you.

The perks of living in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

On the bright side, they acted as if the entire household revolved around you. You could decide what everyone ate for breakfast and dinner, you could decide the 'family activity' of the week. They tended to give in to what you wanted pretty easily, on the condition that you gave them something in return, whether it be attention, affection, or some crudely handmade gift that wasn't worth much.

Despite their joyful front though, they could all be terrifying, especially Clark. You'd learnt that the hard way when they'd first taken you. One of them snapping usually only happened if you put yourself in harm's way, but there were other circumstances where they (Clark), felt punishment was warranted.

You'd once made the mistake of making genuinely hurting Lois (or, her feelings at least), to the point of making her cry. Once, and never again.

But since then, you'd learnt how to play your cards, how to skate by in the Kent household with only a small dose of anxiety. You'd managed to avoid being metaphorically (and literally) shackled to the bed, like when you'd first arrived. Time had made things easier - time, and getting to know them.

As much as you were loathed to admit it, getting to know them had made it easier to handle them. It'd been a hard pill to swallow originally, but as the months went by, you'd had to accept the fact that you weren't going anywhere, and it was better to adapt to the situation than remain sullen and miserable for the rest of your life.

They seemed to believe you were slowly but surely coming around to the idea of being a part of their family. You definitely acted like it. But deep down, you were biding your time, waiting, planning for the perfect moment.

You'd leave, run and hide, go to furthest corner of the earth to get away from them. You always thought you would, and one day, you did.

[wolfjackle-creates]

As my final request, may I have one last Bad Reveal AU? I can't stay away from angst.

Of course! Enjoy ^.^

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Dick checked his phone. “Babs said my text woke her up and don’t start discussions without her.”

Clark looked at him sharply. “Barbara is here, too? You really meant it when you said everyone’s been staying here, didn’t you?”

Dick shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s Danny.”

Tim laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah, he’s the only one who all of us like pretty much all the time.”

Clark frowned as he looked around at the people gathered, but didn’t say anything.

Alfred bustled in with a chair. “If some of you would help me set up chairs for everyone? We might as well be comfortable as we talk and eat.”

“Of course, Alfred,” said Clark, seeming relieved. “Be happy to help.”

Honestly, with how many people were there, it only took a minute. Jason and Stephanie arrived just as they were finishing up.

“Duke messaged me,” said Jason. “He’s on his way back from patrol.”

“Damian?” asked Dick.

“I am here, Richard,” said the boy as he walked into the medbay. “I apologize for my tardiness. I was with Alfred the cat and didn’t notice your message immediately.”

Dick went to his side and ruffled his hair. He ignored Damian’s glare with years of practice. “Glad you could make it. Come on, let’s get you a slice of pie.”

“I’ll start slicing,” said Clark.

By the time the pie was sliced and everyone had a piece, Barbara had arrived.

“Where is Duke?” asked Bruce.

Tim pulled up the tracking information on his laptop. “Looks like he’s only twenty minutes out.”

“He’d’ve said something if he’d learned anything new,” said Jason. “I say we just start sharing now. He’ll be back before we get through it all.”

“Agreed,” said Bruce.

Clark nodded and looked around the room. Dick just knew he was cataloging how exhausted they all looked. “What can you tell me about what happened?”

“Daniel lost his mind and attacked Father,” said Damian.

“Listen here, Demon Brat,” argued Jason. “You know damn well that’s not what happened.”

And when Tim backed up Jason, it became a shouting match. Dick buried his face in his hands. A headache was forming and he knew if he tried to intervene, he’d just make it worse right now.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

man i never grew out do sugar highs…

Last night I was hanging out with my sister-in-law and damn 😂😂 sugar does to me what crack does to others, I become a chaotic force of nature

does odd duck get that???

"Oh my god, put the pixi stix down and back away," Clark said.

"Why?" you whine, pouting a little as you tear the top off one of your favorite flavors.

"You don't need to be cracked out," Clark snorted. "What do you think Bruce is going to think-"

"I think it can't be any worse than when she's been in a rabbit hole for two days and hasn't slept," Bruce said, taking the bag of Pixi Stix from you anyway. "But I don't think we need a level five sugar crash today."

"Oh come on it wouldn't be a level five. It would be like a three at best," you protest.

"And I kinda like it when she gets feisty enough to argue with God and win," Lois added. Always down to be a bad influence.

Bruce snorted and tilted your chin up, distracting you from pouting about your candy getting taken away with a kiss that made him feel dizzy. You tasted like sweet, fruit-flavored sugar. And alcohol. It was board game night and you had started early with Lois- it was shaping up to be a good night. And even better when Clark had to quickly find somewhere else to be. Not able to watch Bruce stick his tongue down your throat. "You taste good," he said. Smirking when he pulls away and you're pouting at him because he stopped kissing you.

"Rude," you pout.

"If you behave," he murmured, putting his lips next to your ear, "I'll slip you a couple more pixi stix later."

"But why-"

"Because," he teased. "Clark isn't the boss of you."

"And you are?"

"Only when you let me."

[thevindicativevordan]

On Maxima

Every time DC wants to put Supes in a relationship with someone other than Lois, I always wonder why they don't just go with Maxima.

Especially since she's basically what they turn Diana into every time they try to hook the two of them up. Why not just go with the actual Superman Rogue/supporting character who is also a warrior-queen? Who is already almost as violent as she is horny, forcing Clark to try to get her to chill out, even as he's tempted to join her? If it isn't already clear, I like Maxima. Her character archetype, the supervillainess who tempts the hero with sex appeal, is one that's pretty damn popular for obvious reasons. Also for obvious reasons, this kind of character can provoke a backlash nowadays.

Personally I think she can still work just fine, she just needs some revamp. The basics of her character and backstory are still solid and offer storytelling potential. She's the Queen of the alien Empire of Almerac. Maxima is drawn to Superman because of his power. The real big fix is changing why she's attracted to his power, and why she came to Earth in the first place, shifting it away from eugenics to something else.

What I'd Do With Maxima

So I'm going to take some cues from the DCAU incarnation of Maxima in that the reason she seeks Superman out is because she's been deposed.

DCAU Maxima got deposed after she met Superman, but she lost her throne because her people judged her too self-absorbed and immature to lead them. Which she totally was, and changing that formed the crux of her character development over the course of the episode. I'd take a similar route with reworking comics Maxima's backstory.

Maxima has just taken the throne when the Interstellar Empire of Almerac comes under the assault of Mongul of Warworld. Crushing Almerac's defenses, Mongul gives the world an ultimatum: Turn over a selection of their greatest fighters to fight for Almerac's continued right to exist in Mongul's gladiator arenas or he'll reduce the entire planet to ashes. He also demands a sizeable portion of the population be turned over as slaves tasked with keeping Warworld running, and he wants Maxima to be among those slaves as a symbol of Mongul's authority over Almerac. Maxima angrily refuses, but her people don't trust in her leadership on account of her youth and immaturity, and Maxima is overthrown. She's handed over for transport to Warworld, but while en route she breaks free and seizes control of the transport. Alone and without allies, Maxima sets a course for Earth to seek out the one person she's heard is a match for the Lord of Warworld: Superman.

Only interested at first in his power, and planning to use and dispose of him afterwards, Maxima at first presents herself to Clark as a potential mate. Her hope is that will entice him to support her on what could be a suicide mission, and that offering power and wealth via marriage will cement his loyalty. Being betrayed by her subjects still stings her though she takes great pains to pretend otherwise. Superman turns down the marriage offer, but agrees to follow her to take down Mongul and free Almerac. The two travel back to Almerac which is in the midst of choosing who will fight on Warworld. Clark pretends to be a native of Almerac and is chosen as one of the champions. Initially planning to stay on Almerac and purge those who betrayed her while Clark fights on Warworld, Maxima chooses to give herself up to Mongul, after he announces that he will be vaporizing an entire continent as punishment for the Almeracans failure to turn her over to him. Amused at her compassion for those who betrayed her, Mongul adds Maxima to the roster of gladiators, and she departs with Clark to the arenas.

Over the course of a series of battles, Maxima and Clark butt heads, watch each other's backs, and gradually fall in love with each other. Maxima admires Clark's resolve, restraint, and maturity, traits she's forced to admit she lacked. She's skeptical of his idealism however, seeing it as a flaw that undermines his effectiveness, particularly when it comes to killing. Clark admires Maxima's passion, bravery, and refusal to settle for anything less than the best in anyone including herself. All traits that make him ponder if perhaps she does have it in her to be a good leader. He dislikes her arrogance and entitlement however, particularly when it comes to her royal right to rule. A frequent source of fights between the two is whether the common person should have any voice in government with Maxima scoffing at that and point at how the mob gave in to Mongul, with Clark countering that Almeracans had long felt unheard and cut off from their rulers. Obviously that they're both super hot doesn't hurt as part of why they end up sleeping together.

Ultimately through a series of events Superman and Maxima succeed in freeing Almerac and driving Mongul away. Then everything promptly goes to hell. Having fallen for Clark for real over the course of their adventure, Maxima repeats her offer to him of marriage, except genuinely this time.

The two have had sex a couple times already, and Clark is genuinely tempted at the prospect of sticking with Maxima. He's grown to enjoy her company (having sex tends to do that), he enjoys the freedom to be himself without having to hide his powers, the Almeracans embrace him as their champion, and as Maxima's consort he could take an active hand in shaping society. At the point in Clark's career where I'd want to do this story, he's growing out of his youthful rage, but he's still not at peace with his lot in life. Earth's inability to meaningfully change at the pace he wants frustrates him, and leaving behind the restrictions of life there does entice him. My point is that I think the appeal of Maxima to Superman should and can be more than just breeding little Clarks as has been the case in the past.

However Clark ultimately rejects the offer. He can't bring himself to cut ties with Earth, Maxima's unwillingness to cede some of her power to her people isn't something Clark can accept, and Clark is also concerned that taking up her offer would compromise his ability to be a hero. As you would expect, Maxima is pissed at his refusal, treating it as another stab in the back. Due to his help in freeing her people and reclaiming her throne, she spares his life but exiles him from Almerac, declaring him persona non grata throughout the Empire.

Unbeknownst to Clark, who leaves after it's made clear the Almeracans don't want a civil war, Maxima is pregnant with his child. The child allows her to avoid entering into a political marriage, maintaining her independence since she now has a heir. This daughter will be groomed in hidden to take over the Empire, which Maxima now has plans to expand. The humiliation Mongul visited upon Almerac has had a big impact on her mindset. Now she's focused on eliminating any potential threats to her people, and she wants to transform Almerac into the greatest Interstellar Empire in the Milky Way. Then it will never be at the mercy of a foreign power ever again.

For stories, Superman and Maxima are clearly going to clash given she's become an imperialist herself, no better than Mongul. You can tell stories about Clark foiling Maxima's attempts to conquer other worlds, or Earth itself. Maxima would occasionally dispatch assassins or go personally to attack Clark, for the purpose of preventing him from getting "soft". The public reason for this is that he's become a roadblock to her aims, and needs to be eliminated. Secretly, her goal is to constantly push him to be stronger because she wants him to meet his daughter one day. Not for any sentimental reasons mind you, Maxima wants Superman to teach their daughter to be his equal in ability and resourcefulness. After learning everything she can from Clark, said daughter will be charged with leading the invasion of Earth. Conquering Earth, and defeating Superman, will be the girl's rite of passage into cementing herself as Maxima's heir. The world of her father, Superman, is destined to be her own Throneworld as Almerac's is Maxima's.

Think you could have a lot of fun in giving Clark a "Damian" of his own to deal with. Personally I'd have it so that the "daughter" would be akin to the New 52 Maxima who I thought had some potential. You could have Maxima and Maxima Jr. argue about the morality of Almerac's expansion, with MJ ultimately taking her father's side which causes enormous problems for her mother since she can't disown her daughter without a replacement heir. I think that could be a fun family dynamic to explore.

Wondering where Maxima will show up next. Part of me was hoping Almerac was that part of underdeveloped Superman lore PKJ talked about fleshing out, but that seems to be either Warworld or the Phantom Zone. I still think Maxima and Almerac have a lot of potential to be major players in Superman's world, but it's going to take someone being interested in fleshing them out. Maybe the upcoming Superman cartoon will accomplish that? If not I'll just have to hope someone will down the line.

[writings-and-rose]

Come Back PART 1

Welcome to Part 1 of my Bruce Wayne x Reader series! This is about Batmom trying to overcome the loss of losing Bruce - I originally wrote this as an OC of mine (who you may see someday lol) but for now, enjoy! triggers: death, blood, arguing ___________________________________________________________  4 days. It had been 4 days since she lost him. She extended her arms and held onto the sheets, longing for his embrace. Y/N always joked how he slept like a corpse… how ironic. "Y… Y/N, I'm-" The scene played on repeat in her head painfully. Clark holding a piece of one of his many gadgets. The numbness she felt… she couldn't even cry. She couldn't fucking cry. She couldn't breathe… The Batcave was silent for the first time in years. He finally got his damned peace and quiet back. After what felt like an eternity, she finally let out a muffled sob. Her mind filled with issues she would have to resolve; Who will support their sons? Who will support Alfred? Who will look after their girls? Who will look after her?

Y/N felt a hand over her shoulder, but she couldn't tell who it was, everything became a blur. That's when she finally allowed herself to cry. She clutched onto who she could only assume was Clark and didn't let go. She screamed and shouted as she cried into his arms, hoping she would wake up from the dream. But it wasn't a dream. Y/N would have to live on without him. After five minutes of Y/N newfound hell, a member of the Justice League had sat her outside Batcave, towards Bruce's study. Alfred had gone to bed after hearing the horrible news Clark informed the rest of the family without Y/N present- She could barely look up without going weak. Through the door, she could hear the quiet, calm whisper of Clark comforting their children. She wanted to be int there, supporting them along the way but she couldn't face looking at them. Especially their youngest, Damian, who had just came into their lives. Suddenly, the door swung open; Y/N quickly stood up, ready to embrace whoever came through that door: 

Jason and Stephanie pulled away from her as he left the mansion. 

 Tim scurried into the Batcave, unable to look at his adopted mother. 

Dick, her oldest, remained seated in his father's desk chair being comforted by Barbara. 

 Cassandra fled to her room which left Y-N with... 

 Damian.  "Damian, I understand if you just want to be alone tonight-" before Y/N could even finish her sentence, the young boy had flung himself to her, crying into her stomach softly. The first night that he ever showed affectionate emotion towards Y/N, in the most unfortunate timing.  The first night without Bruce, no one dared speak to each other. Damian and Y/N slept that night in the same bed, supporting each other through the nightmares and the tears. The following days were full of arguments over little things that would arise, glasses would be shattered across the floors, doors would slam always. Alfred was rarely seen, Tim never left the cave and Y/N… she never left her room. A faint knock broke her thoughts as the door slowly opened. Damian- poor, sweet Damian- cleared his throat "Ummi, today's the day… Will you be joining us?" Y/N eyes slowly looked over to her son, he looked so serious and so much like Bruce. All she could give was a nod as she slowly sat up in bed. Y/N faintly spoke, "I will be down in an hour." It was a quick meeting between the two, but it was a start. After Damian left, she mustered her strength to rise out of bed and to head to the shower. It was a needed shower. Throughout the first night, several members of the League stayed for the night to ensure that the family was okay and it was Barry who was left to look after Y/N. He was one of the few members she trusted after the accident. Diana and some of the other female league members tried to encourage her to have a wash, but she refused to shower; "No-no-no. You don't understand I can smell him. I-I-I can't… I can't just lose him." "Y/N please-" Diana extended her arms towards the weak mother only to have them slapped away. "Don't you dare come near me." Y/N shrieked as she swatted her arms towards the Amazonian Princess. Barry finally swopped in, helped her into some comfy clothing and tucked her and Damian into bed. Y/N steadily shuffled into the shower and closed the glass door behind her. The shower always had a nasty habit of starting at the coldest possible temperature and would stay like that several minutes after turning the switch to hot water. She knew that she needed to look after herself, her family needed her. The shower felt too large for just Y/N. Even with the water burning her skin, she felt cold. As she finished her shower, Y/N dried herself and dressed without help for the first time in four days. After making her face up, just enough to hide her tiredness, she stared at herself in the mirror. She was thinner than usual. Her hair wasn't shining, and her smile had been replaced with a frown. Y/N let out a deep breath and said to herself: 

"He'll come back."

[clexaweekofficial]

Hi, do you have any advice for writing fic? I feel like my Clexa fics hardly get any hits, let alone comments and kudos. There are some fics out there who amass over a hundred thousand views but I can't even seem to get past a thousand... :\

Hey there, first of all sorry for the long wait (like three weeks lol), but I decided to make a poll for this, and then I added in a bunch of stuff I was curious about! 

Don’t be too hard on yourself. The fandom is not as active as it once was because our ship was technically killed off. People aren’t reading fic as much as they once were, but we are still very active! And tbh, it is actually incredibly impressive how active our fandom still is, considering! We are still making new content every day, we raise a ton of money for charity, we win polls, have awesome funkos, we have a Clexa comic going and a Clexacon, we still have great participation in Clexaweek, and much more, it’s amazing! And there are still plenty of ride or die Clexa fans (such as myself) who will always be active within the fandom, reading and writing fic, sharing art, crying at home in the darkness of their closet where they keep a Lexa-shaped watermelon head with candles around it- cough, what, I mean, calmly buying Clexa merch and yeah, etc!

Firstly, keep in mind that it can be hard to get your fic known and out there. If you don’t have a tumblr, for instance, the only way people will see the fic is if they specifically search out the recently updated filter on the Clarke/Lexa tag (I’m assuming ao3; ao3 is most popular so if you used ff.net that might explain some things too), or for it to pop up on an ao3 Clexa feed on tumblr. If you do have a tumblr, if you don’t have many followers, it can still make it difficult. A blogger who is relatively unknown might post a link to their fic and get somewhere between 5-50 notes on it (it doesn’t help that so many people like a post instead of reblogging it, which isn’t sharing it so it therefore isn’t being seen). A popular blogger, however, could post a link to their fic and rack up 100+ notes just in the first day of posting! So if you don’t have a presence in the fandom, that can make it a little harder. Not impossible at all though, just a little harder to get it out there. You are relying on word of mouth, really- you’re hoping people search the tag, see the fic, like it, share it and rec it, and if you are one of the very blessed ones, an artist might love your fic and make some fanart for it, which will in turn bring more views to you. If you have a one-shot, you basically have the short time frame of it being in the recently updated section of the tag; if it has multiple chapters, it will be there more often. If it is well-written and liked, the kudos, comments, and bookmarks will add up and get you on pages searched when people filter the Clarke/Lexa tag via kudos/hits descending, etc. But honestly, you are writing this fic for you, so just have fun and don’t worry about it getting popular. You are writing this for free, for enjoyment first and foremost. Write it and enjoy it, the rest comes later.

Secondly, remember that fandom is notoriously bad at being rather entitled at times. All fandoms are like this! That’s why the effort to reaction ratio is so low, you may get 1000 hits on a fic but only 10 kudos because people are too damn lazy to hit a button. People will read a fanfic and demand an update without even bothering to leave a comment about what they enjoyed. People will repost art without crediting the artist. Stuff like that. 

Thirdly, I don’t know what fics you have made, but maybe you have some errors. People prefer well-written fics, with correct formatting and spelling and grammar. Some people prefer one point of view to another, a type of au to another, etc. And with this in mind, here’s some results from the poll I did! 

In regard to point of view, 73.4% of 1,458 people said that they prefer third person POV fics. Only 17.1% said first person and 9.5% said second person.  For least preferred POV it was pretty even- 44.6% said they disliked first person POV and 44.3% said they disliked second person POV.

Regarding what annoys fic readers most, out of 1,486 responses, 81.8% hated paragraphs not being spaced out. It’s no fun reading a giant block of text. Remember to start a new paragraph when a new person speaks, since that’s usually one of the biggest mistakes I see within fic. People also hate unrealistic sex scenes, spelling errors,, improperly labeled/tagged fics, OOC, etc.

Regarding fic readers’ favorite things, out of 1,465 responses, the majority prefers happy endings (pretty obvious), fluff, soft Clexa, and smut.

Favorite au type is definitely modern aus, followed by friends to lovers, then enemies to lovers.

People seem to prefer when Finn and Costia are good (not villainized) but are not in the fics.

Then there are plenty of questions I added out of curiosity, so you can take from them what you will. For example, 92.4% of people prefer Woods for a surname for Lexa, compared to only 7.1% who aren’t bothered and will take anything.

Now, these are just some examples, I had 1,4500 responses to this survey in a relatively short amount of time. It was pretty fun to be honest, and though I found most of it to go as I expected, there were some surprises too- for instance, I figured most of Clexakru imagined Clarke to be a Slytherin, but out of 1,452 responses, 37.8% voted her Gryffindor compared to only 19.1% for Slytherin. That was neat to learn. 

Anyways, so to sum it up, you know a few things off the bat that the majority of readers like when they read fics- third person, make sure your paragraphs are broken up, your spelling and formatting is all good, etc. But also, take all of this with a grain of salt. There are always plenty of exceptions. Like, most people prefer Woods for Lexa’s last name (myself included!) but there’s a fantastic Politics au which I would argue is one of the best Clexa fics out there, and Lexa’s last name is Ward. No one cares because the fic is awesome. And there are some great second-person POV fics out there too, and plenty of popular fics written by people who do not have a tumblr, etc. These are just guidelines that tell you what some people in Clexakru like in general, feel free to take from it or ignore it entirely, as long as you enjoy what you are doing, then you are doing it right.

Just write what you love, and write it for you and for Clexa. The rest will hopefully just fall into place. I hope this helped!

Here’s a link to the survey responses!

[janiedean]

have you ever written a briller fanfic? because i'm really craving a "briller make up after that nasty fight" fanfic but i can't find any 😢🙈 so if you're taking prompts...?:'D

I haven’t outside of a small thing and... well a thing on the kinkmeme which wasn’t technically it, and in theory I’m not but who am I to say no to this kind of request ;) okay uhm let’s try it btw spoilers for.... DNR I think, anyway up to the episode before 3x10

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“Can we talk?”

Nathan doesn’t know if it’s somehow pathetic that the moment he hears Bryan at his back he lets his gun fall from his hands or if he should just be glad it had the secure on. Or if it’s sad that he had given up hope on ever hearing it again, not that in between watching Clarke and her mother playing eugenics on that damned island and a radioactive cloud looming on the horizon he’s had much time to feel sorry about it the way he would have back on the Ark.

Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is that there’s no way he’d answer anything other than -

“Of course,” he replies, leaning down to take back the gun and putting it back on his holster. He spares a glance at Polis - why are the others taking so long? - and then gives Bryan his full attention.

“Hell,” he says a moment later, “you look like shit. Sorry, I -”

“Haven’t seen me in a while. I know, I haven’t seen you in a while, either. And you’re not wrong. I mean, I haven’t - been great, I guess.”

Nathan’s aching to move forward and do something - two months ago, they’d have been grabbing at each other already -, but he doesn’t know where they stand and he doesn’t want to presume anything, not when they’re already threading on thin waters.

“That’s - not what I’d have liked to hear,” he admits. “But - that wasn’t the point, was it?”

“No,” Bryan agrees. He runs a hand through his hair, then moves closer, but not enough, not as he would have before. “I - I had a lot of time to think about what happened.”

Nathan gives him a small nod, but doesn’t interrupt.

“I don’t - I still don’t regret what happened, I mean, I still think saving those people was important, but - I was at the party.”

“The party?”

“You couldn’t know. Right. Uh, just before Jaha arrived saying that they found the bunker, we threw this party. To have a few drinks and have fun and so on.”

“The one - ah. Bellamy told me. Some people stayed behind.”

“Yeah, Riley among them.”

The hell? Right. Nathan hadn’t seen him around, but he had figured he’d be... somewhere. The first thing he thinks is, we lost a chance at surviving to save him and everyone else but him, too, and now he wastes it like this?, but doesn’t voice it because he and Bryan were close friends and they’re talking and he doesn’t want to jinx the conversation.

“He - he asked me to stay.”

... now, Nathan just wants to add ah, and then also wants you to waste your life, but keeps his mouth shut. Bryan’s mouth curls into a lopsided smirk, barely there but better than the expression he had on his face when - after they came back from that disaster of a supply run.

“You didn’t,” Nathan says instead.

“Yeah, well, it was two things. First, I was kind of pissed - I mean, we did put out survival in danger to save them and he throws his life away like that?”

Okay, at least he wouldn’t have jinxed his chance to make this work if he had spoken before.

“And second - I don’t particularly want to die, true, but I realized that if I said yes it’d mean never seeing you again. While I still don’t think you were right sacrificing some people for the greater good, I can see where you were coming from. I mean. I could see it. I had time to think about it. You know, that bed always felt kinda narrow but if you’re alone in it... it’s the entire contrary.”

“I’m sorry,” Nathan interrupts, and he means it, he is -

“Well, I kinda was the reason you weren’t there,” Bryan shrugs. “Anyway, I couldn’t die without settling things with you and I also didn’t want to throw my chances away, which is why I came with in the first place. I realize it might be too late, but -”

Fuck this. Nathan steps forward and grabs Bryan’s wrists in his hands, shaking his head. “I didn’t want that to be the last conversation we had, either. I get - I get where you came from. I don’t know if we did the right thing or not, but - these last few weeks, I’ve seen a lot.” He thinks about how that Grounder Emori pretended to know died and then decides not to. It’s just better if he pretends it never happened. “Given that we might be dead within a week if things don’t work out with the bunker, or that if they do it’ll be five years before we can go back on the ground, and given that I’ve been in love with you for longer than five years, I don’t think it’s too late. It can never be too late, if it’s what you want.”

He has the answer when a moment later Bryan’s fingers tangle with his own on both hands. “Nate, for - of course it’s what I want, you’re what I want and I’m just - sorry about everything.”

“I’m sorry, too, it was the two of us after all. Too bad we’re gonna have to take a rain check on that damned chicken farm, huh? Unless we end up growing radioactive birds.”

“Shit, please let’s not even go there. I’m fine with a cot in the damned bunker, if we ever get that far.”

Fuck this - no one’s coming and most people are worried looking at the road leading to Polis, so Nathan takes that step forward and when Bryan grabs at his shoulders and he closes his own arms around Bryan’s waist he feels all right, for the first time in days, and how were they stupid enough to argue when the world is about to end?

Whatever. It doesn’t matter now. They stay like that for a while, and no one comes by to interrupt, and he only leans back when the need to do something he hasn’t since before they left for that mission resurfaces and he can’t ignore it anymore - he doesn’t even attempt to launch into a speech and kisses his boyfriend instead, and good thing he knows where they stand now because not knowing if they still were together was making him feel like utter shit. Someone whistles and claps as Bryan kisses back, and even if he wishes they were safe underground and not here (then it would be perfect, wouldn’t it?) this is going to have to do for now, and honestly, even if they die, at least they’d die together.

“I’m fucking glad you didn’t stay,” he blurts against Bryan’s mouth when they part to catch their breath.

“Best decision I could’ve taken,” Bryan says, and then his mouth is on Nathan’s again and - maybe things aren’t fine overall, but they’re good and that’s what matters most.

[skaihedaofthe100]

"Xenos" series

Chapter 3. Rescueing friends

description: "Xenos" from the Ancient Greek "stranger, foreigner". Xenia Kane and the other 99 delinquents are strangers for everyone who managed to survive on the Earth. Her story has just started. Enjoy

-We will continue walking when you give us your bracelets,- Bellamy addresses to me and Clarke. Damn, he and Murphy are so good at getting on my nerves, they should get a reward for it. -The Ark will know that we're dead only when we really are,- the blonde snaps at him -And what do we say to death? -Not today,- I add smirking. Yeah, this is one of my favorite quotes and I'd like everyone to remember it. -Brave Princess and brave Commander, - the older Blake tells us not seeming to have a proper answer

-Hey, think about your own nicknames!- suddenly there is Finn appearing from nowhere, he didn't join our rescue party when it was leaving the camp.-Nia, Clarke, come with me. -My savior! - I name him chuckling and leave the other trio behind. Then there is me near the lake waiting for my friends to stop playing in the water and continue searching for Jasper. To be honest, I'd like to have some fun in the water too but maybe another time when I'll finally calm down after yesterday's story. -Guys, I think I've found something that you'd like to see,- I inform them looking at the drops of blood on the rock that I saw while exploring the near surroundings. -We should go this way,- now serious Finn points to my right. Three years of tracking lessons, no one argues with him. Looking around I see Well's figure in the bushes and call the boys. We are now walking together suddenly hearing a groan and see my friend tied to the tree in the distance

-That's Jasper,- I gasp taking off to him with Clarke following me -Girls, wait!- Finn warns us but I'm already in the middle of my way to Googles. Reaching the tree I hear a scream behind me and turn around. Wow, me and Clarke have been running a few inches away and she is the one who managed to fall in the hole with peaks. There is Bellamy holding her arm seeming to be not so willing to pull her up and does it only after Finn shouts. I turn back to Jasper, Clarke will be okay but he is in the worse state. -Does someone have a knife here?- I ask regretting not making one from the piece of the dropship back at our camp. Murphy gives his not saying anything and I climb on the tree calling for Collins to follow me. Cutting the rope on Jasper's wrists I notice some movement in the grass near us. -Guys, you better watch out,- is my warning -What are you talking ab...,- Bellamy doesn't finish his question because of a loud growl. The moment later a large black panther appears in front of him. -Bellamy, your gun!- Clarke shouts but Blake can't find it. That's called "too much boasting", my friends. "Thanks God I'm in some kind of safety on the tree",- I think to myself and then hear several gunshots. That's Wells, wow. Unfortunately, it doesn't help that much 'cause the animal continues having its way to the others, only limping this time. Finn just ended cutting the ropes so I quickly grab the knife from his hand and without a backup thought through it at the predator. Maybe I'll be lucky and it hits it, at least I have to try. And guess what? It really does! Damn, I'm SO good. The knife hurts some of life-important organs and the animal fells eventually killed on the ground. -Now she sees you,- Bellamy tells the dark skinned boy and when his eyes meet mine nods. On "cool kids'" language it means "Thanks". I saved his damned life and that's all I get? "Huh, he wants to play a "cool boy"?Then I'll be a "cool girl", "-I decide in my thoughts and don't even nod him back that means "You're welcome" on this language. Do you realize how far can I go? My feet touch the ground after the jump from the tree and I move in the way of the camp being accompanied with the delinquents' still shocked looks. -Get Clarke everything she needs,- Bellamy orders his "dogs" while the blonde hurries to the dropship, Finn and Wells carrying Jasper after her. I follow them to the second level and greet Monty and Octavia who look really worried. -Clarke, what should I do?- is my question -Help the boys to hold him still,- she answers pointing on the Googles.

I do as Griffin says and shut my eyes knowing I won't like the sight of what is going to happen. Hearing Jasper's screams is terrifying so after we can leave ours spots I decide to breath some fresh air outside. There is Bellamy entering the dropship and by how he looks I can understand he is not going to support my injured friend. -Bellamy, we didn't risk our own lives just to let him die now,- I remind him.- And you don't have the right to take his away. -Yeah, but I have the guts to do it,- he snaps and it makes me turn away from the older Blake quickly and head outside. What he's just told me was disgusting! How can some people be so selfish? Leaving the dropship I hear people starting to cheer looking at me. Guess who is their local hero now? -Make sure you've pulled all the bullets and Murphy's knife out!- I order thinking how strange these teen are. Just yesterday they were calling Clarke and me "privileged", not wanting to have any authorities and now Bellamy is their beloved leader and I'm associated with a "Commander". -You did good today,- suddenly there is Finn near me grinning. - I'm proud I have a friend like you,- he adds causing me to blush and look at the ground. -Stop! No,you know, carry on,- I chuckle and then add seriously.- How is he? -Clarke says there is hope but Bellamy... I interrupt Spacewalker shaking my head: -No, don't speak with me about him or I'll going to puke. Better call for the blondie to eat with us,- is my advice Three minutes later we are already standing near the line of delinquents who are giving up the bracelets for meat that we've brought them. What a stupid idea. It definitely was Blake's. -I guess I can have some meat for free,- I say to Murphy while taking one stick and smiling "innocently" -Hey, the rule says tha...,-he tries to stop me but gets interrupted by Collins -And I thought there were no rules,- my friend snaps at him and heroically takes one stick for himself and one for Clarke Looking at Murphy's surprised face I can't hold my laugh back. -I, I w-wish you saw your expression right, right now,- I try to tell him but find it really hard because of my endless giggles and everyone's wide smiles around me. -What so funny, Kane?-suddenly there is a voice behind. Great. Here he is.

-None of your damn business, Blake,- I retort turning to the guy with a serious look and leave noticing how his arms fell. Well, it was his fault. The next morning after my sleep (well, if you can call laying with your eyes closed listening to Jasper's groans "sleep"), I am sitting near the dropship making some knives for myself and my friends 'cause I FUCKING CARE about them, what you can't say abou... -Nia, we're going hunting, you are with us!-Bellamy calls me. -Speak of the devil...,- I retort and leave my spot. Yes, I'm still mad at him for what he said yesterday but I if stay in a camp a little longer listening to the Googles I'll loose my shit. The older Blake ignores my words and hands me a knife. -Uh, no, thanks, already have one. Or five, to be exact,- I refuse and show him my "collection". The boy seems impressed, don't doubt it.-Hey, Miller, I think? Please, take these 4 knives straight to Finn, you got this?- I ask a random guy who seems surprised but accepts them eventually. -Can we go now?-I hear Murphy's "pleads" and hurry to the haunting party deciding not to get in trouble. -No, Nia, you can't keep it! Give it back!- Bellamy orders me -But whyyy, you mean nothing to me and I don't follow your orders!- I retort stepping away from him. We are already back from hunting and are standing practically in the center of the camp with all the teens staring at us.

-I said give it to me,-he continues.- This creature will be a dinner for three people in the camp. -Then I'll give up my three dinners, okay?-I ask the older Blake and I swear, I see a look of worry in his eyes for a second. -As you wish,- he gives up turning away from me and leaving. Now I'm standing as a winner of the argument with this, as Bellamy called it, "creature". Why do guys think that if they say such a cute word "bunny", their masculinity will fade a way? Yes, you understood right, I petted a bunny. At first I was going to kill it, to be honest, but then I just looked at the animal carefully and decided not to. Moreover, I've already did really good on the hunt, they all should be thankful. The bunny is so soft due to his light brown fur that I even bring it to my face. My eyes meet Murphy's and he seems not to agree with Bellamy letting me keep it. I quickly look away not paying attention to his threatening look and head to the dropship. -Monty, hi, do you have a box or something?- I ask my friend on the second level. Monty is sitting next to Jasper and even doesn't turn his face to me when I enter. Of course, he has a reason for that, his best friend is in a really bad state. Who wouldn't be worried?

-Um, yeah, look in the corner,- he answers What corner? Huh, this information didn't help me at all but my decision is not to bother him right now so I just silently search for a place where to put my new friend. Finally, Roger is in his new "house". Yes,this is how I named my bunny. Don't ask why, I don't know myself, it was the first name I thought of. -Look after Roger for me, please?- I ask Monty.- His box would be here. -Yeah, yeah, okay,- he retorts still not turning to look at me. -Where do you think you are going?-Bellamy asks me when I almost reach the exit of the camp -UGHH, to get some fresh grass for Roger, why do you even care?- I snap at him sighing. -It is unsafe out there. And who on Earth is Roger?- our leader wonders -My bunny. Any more questions?- is my answer. -Yes, would you mind coming with me and teach some people to throw knives? That shocked me. Since when I'm asked to help with things like this? I totally like it, you know, so I agree and run out in the woods. AGAIN. Why do I always end up there and can't rest my ass in the some sort of safety of the camp?