#because the internet keeps imploding

[breadbox-draws]

regularly scheduled panic doodle

always, he's always falling

[ceruark]

please humor me as i share with you one of my recurring daydreams/ scenarios before bed: pop star! reader x pro player! kaiser

prior to your relationship, your reputation preceded you. though you're one of the biggest names on the world stage, you're by no means a "diva" in the traditional sense; you also grew up in a poor neighborhood with a family who didn't care about you until you made it big, and you elevated yourself through your own hard work and talent. despite your fame and wealth, your fans sing your praises about how genuine and down-to-earth you are, and other celebrities you've allowed into your inner circle talk about how kind and caring you are in interviews of their own.

so when michael kaiser of all people approaches you, your friends are understandably incredibly territorial and hostile toward him.

but you give him a chance anyways— he is quite the flatterer, and that face is virtually impossible to say no to.

you were only ever supposed to be yet another stepping stone to put kaiser further into the limelight, just another box to check on his path to being the greatest. except, you had insisted that you two keep your relationship private for as long as possible; you'd seen how your peers' relationships often imploded after going public, and your friends told you that asking him to keep things under wraps was a good way to test if he actually wanted the relationship, or if he was just interested in your name. he agreed, figuring that you'll ease up eventually.

it's not easy by any means; the mask comes off long before you two go public, and you quickly come to understand why so many of his own teammates tend to keep him at arm's length. his insecurity is a deep-rooted, festering thing, manifesting as cold derision and a push-pull attitude that leaves you reeling and always guessing as to how he'll react to your affection in the moment.

and yet, you stay.

you could have anyone in the world, but you stay with him. you've seen the broken, bitter man hiding behind the pretty face and still haven't walked away. your friends tell you that you could do better, that you deserve better, and they're right, he knows it— but you never agree with them, and you never leave, either.

it gets better with time, as he learns to trust you. allow you inside, in response to the way you've accepted him wholly into your heart, flaws and all. improving himself is a struggle, but he's trying, and that's enough for you.

you've been together for a bit over two and a half years when he finally brings it up again. it's a lazy night; your tour ended a week ago, and now you're in munich, cuddled up against him on the couch and scrolling through your phone while he picks apart his most recent match, which is playing on the TV.

"liebling," he says, hand pausing where it was combing through your hair. you look up, expression as painfully indulgent of his whims as always. "what do you think about going public?"

you put your phone down at that. you place a gentle hand on his knee, smiling slightly. "if that's what you want," you answer. "i've just been waiting for you."

in an interview a month later, you "accidentally" let it slip that you're in a relationship—and it's going on three years.

the internet blows up with speculations as to who your mysterious boyfriend could be. your friends drop hints and jokes here and there, but no one can quite guess who it is, even with the help. the closest anyone gets is guessing it's isagi yoichi, who you had seemed friendly with when attending a gala for a fashion outlet you both have contracts with. of course, they couldn't possibly know you were familiar with him because he's your boyfriend's teammate, but regardless, the tantrum that results from those speculations leaves you and the münchen lineup amused for days—at the unfortunate expense of one of the team's twin aces, who swiftly denies being involved with you like that.

the public finally gets their answer at the next big industry award show, conveniently being hosted in paris the same week bastard münchen has a game against pxg. at this point, your fanbase is certain you're with an athlete of some sort, courtesy of your friends' hints, but they still haven't been able to place who or what sport.

when you show up on the red carpet donning a simple gold chain necklace with a beautifully crafted blue rose charm hanging off of it, sitting between your collarbones, the internet blows up.

and when you post a mirror selfie to your instagram story later that night, smiling at your phone as the picture shows nothing more than an arm wrapped around your waist—one covered in extremely recognizable tattoos—the platform goes down for nearly twenty minutes. which somehow pales in comparison to your phone freezing and crashing from the sheer amount of notifications you're getting.

well, it's not like you'd be able to pay any attention to the public reaction, anyways—not when the cause of the commotion is already pulling you toward the bed by the waist, fully intending to indulge in what the world finally knows is his, as much as he is yours.

[grimrester]

i am really so sorry to continue harping on about the watcher entertainment streaming service. but this kind of stuff (internet content as a business & marketing it as such) is truly my obsession, and i think i will implode if i don't talk about some of the takes i'm seeing.

i'd like to emphasize again i don't have strong feelings about watcher either way. i like ghost files, i watch mystery files sometimes, i watched worth it back in the buzzfeed days. i don't watch any of their shows religiously.

anyway, here's the main things i keep seeing crop up and my thoughts on each:

"watcher has 25 employees they have to pay, and employing people in this economy is good, so we should be banding together to pay them."

employing people is good if you currently have the capacity to pay them. i checked watcher's linkedin page, and many of their employees were hired within the last year or two. if they hired people they cannot pay with the business model they had before, something is seriously wrong with their internal bookkeeping/decision making. it means they either didn't know they couldn't pay these people long term, or they did know and were content with risking newly hired employees' livelihoods on a huge content pivot in the next year.

of note is that none of their employees' titles have anything to do with managing the finances of the company. they are the size of a small business but have no one aside from the figureheads of the company in charge of their finances.

this is the kind of company decision making that leads to downsizing and layoffs, which can be devastating. but you know what's worse than laying off a portion of your staff? laying off everyone because your business is going under.

"not everyone can afford the subscription, but those who can should pay it to support the watcher team."

no. $6/month for a couple hours of content (depending on what shows you actively watch and the natural fluctuation of their release schedule) is a fundamentally bad value. i can pay that much for a few movies on amazon. i can pay that much for dropout, if i want to support a smaller business instead.

and to be totally frank, even if people do sign up, i don't think they'd get enough to compete with the amount they get through patreon/sponsorships. and the fact that they didn't know how many of their subscribers would realistically sign up is a bad sign.

a pretty good conversion rate of free to paid subscribers of a service or content is 3% (usually accomplished through a free trial). given the very poor reception of the announcement, let's say about 1% of their 3 mil youtube subs pay for their service. that's 30k people paying for their new platform. that's $180k a month in their pocket.

(they currently only have 12k subs on patreon so we are being generous here.)

a sponsorship deal (based on my googling, i have less direct experience with this) is anywhere from $10-50 per 1000 views. they've gotten about 1 mil views on their last few videos. 3 mil subs is nothing to shake a stick at, but let's say they're on the lower end of the payscale at $25 per 1000 views. that's $25k a video, $100k a month if they release 1 video a week. their lowest patreon tier is 5 bucks, so even if all their subs are at that tier, that's another $60k, so $160k total. it's entirely likely they're bringing in much more than that when you factor in merch, adsence, etc.

did anyone on their team crunch numbers on how many people would need to sub to make the switch worth it? did anyone do market research on how many people they could convert to paid users? because if not, if they really didn't have a game plan for this, the subscription service was always doomed to fail.

"this was their only option to continue making the content they want to make, with the production value they want."

i watched their announcement video. a key point in that video is that they have done sponsored videos and that's what used to pay for their content, but they did not like the amount of creative control the sponsor had over the content.

look, i get that's no fun. we'd all love creatives to be able to make whatever they want. but when you are a small business with a team of employees relying on you, you have to think about making money, sometimes at the cost of creative liberties.

and they had so many other options to make money for the projects they want to make without jumping to a subscription platform.

they could have started actually promoting their patreon, and maybe done some restructuring of the tiers. why not a highly produced, special series just for patreon members? or a special high-budget episode of each series, while the main series is lower budget?

bite the bullet and continue taking sponsorship deals on some less-produced shows, while axing sponsorships from the ones the crew feels more passionate about.

schedule larger, blowout-production shows only when they can be afforded. this is what Notorious Amongus Guy streamer jerma does. he saves up for big productions like his baseball or dollhouse streams, so he can really get creative with them.

they had other options and they've tried very little, especially when you compare them to other content house business at similar scales. try guys and good mythical morning both put out significant content with significant staff, and have had to diversify their income streams with auxiliary products, shows with widely varied levels of production, etc. but it seems to be working for them. watcher has merch and that's about it, and seems to only want to increase the production quality of ALL their shows.

really, all this just boils down to a terrible business decision. it's hard to say if the watcher team is working with a consultant or anyone outside of their team, but they certainly don't have anyone internally who is experienced with running a business like this. to me, it seems very much like they got in a room together and did some extremely optimistic income ballparking with no research behind it.

and that might have been fine for three dudes running a channel alone, but if they're a business, they have to start making decisions like one.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Two Sides, Same Coin | Austin Butler x CoStar!Reader

The press junket was hell. You’d both said as much—half-joking, half-serious—while seated side by side for yet another back-to-back interview circuit that felt like an eternity. The lights were hot, the air stale, and yet, when the cameras turned on, you and Austin flipped the switch like pros.

"Okay, next question," the interviewer chirped. "Fans love your chemistry. I mean, TikTok has gone crazy—"

Austin grinned, lazy and slow, tipping his chin toward you without even glancing your way. "Oh yeah?"

You smirked, elbow grazing his as you leaned forward. "We’re just really good at pretending we don’t hate each other."

Austin barked out a laugh, head tilting back, and the interviewer laughed too, oblivious to the charged energy snapping between your glances.

"But seriously," they pressed. "People are shipping you guys hard. Any chance of art imitating life?"

Austin raised his brows and turned to you with that smirk that had become a little too familiar lately. "You tell 'em."

You licked your lips—bad move, the internet always caught that—and shrugged. "Wouldn’t work. We’re the same person. Two sides of the same coin. We’d implode."

Austin’s grin widened. "True. She'd kill me in my sleep."

The room laughed. The cameras clicked. The fandom on Twitter prepared to go feral. But beneath the jokes, under the smooth PR lines and polished smiles, you both knew better.

Later that night, there was no camera when his hand found yours under the table at the after-party. It was instinctual now. A brush of fingers here, a squeeze there, small enough that anyone watching wouldn’t think twice. But you felt it—every pulse of it.

"You wanna get out of here?" he muttered against the rim of his glass, pretending to sip. You didn’t answer. You just stood up, and he followed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The car ride was silent. Charged. His thigh brushed yours once, twice. Neither of you moved away.

At his place, the door barely clicked shut before you were on him. His hands found your waist, rough and familiar, as you shoved him back against the wall, lips crashing together like you’d been holding back all day. Because you had. Because you always did.

"You’re an asshole," you panted against his mouth.

His grin was dangerous now, all teeth and tongue. "Takes one to know one."

You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, claiming his mouth again. This was the pattern—public distance, private chaos.

The next morning, TMZ had pictures of you both leaving the same restaurant, hours apart but unmistakable. DeuxMoi had an anonymous tip about "seeing them at a private booth, looking cozy."

Your phone blew up. Your publicist texted: "Keep it flirty but deny, deny, deny."

Austin's text came in right after: you see this shit? lol. they’re convinced we’re in love. we’re not, right?

You rolled your eyes and sent back: please. i’d eat glass.

But the next text from him was: dinner again tonight? come over. no glass eating required.

And you said yes. Like you always did.

The world kept watching.

Every interview, every press event, every grainy paparazzi shot only added fuel. You leaned into it, because it sold tickets. He leaned into it, because he liked watching you squirm under the spotlight.

On Jimmy Kimmel, you called him your "evil twin." In GQ, he called you "the only person who can keep up with me."

The internet dubbed you "Hollywood’s last real movie stars." Edits of your red carpet touches and stolen glances trended weekly. Fancams soundtracked your interactions to Lana Del Rey songs and whispered captions like "they’re so obvious."

But behind closed doors? It was messier.

It was late nights at his place, tangled in sheets you pretended didn’t mean anything. It was arguments that turned into kisses. It was whispered confessions at 2 a.m. about how exhausting it was to always play the game.

"You know this is bad, right?" you muttered once, head on his bare chest. His fingers traced lazy circles on your spine.

He hummed. "Yeah."

"We’re gonna fuck it all up."

His hand stilled. "Probably."

And then he kissed your forehead like it was the most normal thing in the world.

By the time the movie premiered, the rumor mill had reached a fever pitch. You both walked the red carpet separately, per studio orders. But inside the theater, he found your hand in the dark, fingers lacing like muscle memory.

No cameras caught that part. No fans made an edit of how tightly you gripped him during the love scene that played on screen. But you felt it. Deep in your chest.

The world saw two actors with insane chemistry, two sides of the same coin. Too alike to last. But you knew better.

Because when the lights came up and the crowd roared, Austin turned to you, blue eyes bright, smile soft just for you. And you squeezed his hand back.

[missmaymay13]

the trade au pt1 - w.smith | m.celebrini

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w.smith & m.celebrini x oc platonic

a one shot from the original - close to you

authors note: just and au!!!! im not brave enough to have this actually happen in my main story but i thought this was an plot to explore!

masterlist | series masterlist

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It was supposed to be a normal road trip.

The team had just landed in a snowy Canadian city, getting ready for the next game.

Will, Macklin, and June were doing their usual routine—grabbing snacks from room service, arguing over who got which side of the bed, completely unaware that everything was about to change.

And then—

The news broke.

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June was checking her camera equipment when her phone buzzed.

She didn't think anything of it—until she saw the notification.

Elliotte Friedman (@FriedgeHNIC): Hearing the Sharks have traded Will Smith. Full details to come.

Her hands went numb.

Macklin, sitting across the room, glanced up from his phone.

Then—he saw her face.

"What's wrong?"

June couldn't speak.

Macklin frowned, unlocking his phone.

And then—he saw it too.

And that's when the panic set in.

June and Macklin found Will in the hallway, surrounded by management.

He looked like he was in shock.

His eyes were red, his hands shaking.

And the second he saw them—

It became real.

June didn't even think.

She just ran to him, throwing her arms around him.

Macklin was there a second later, gripping them both.

And then—

Then, Will lost it.

His body shook against them.

His breaths came out in shaky gasps, his grip painfully tight like he was trying to memorize this feeling.

"I don't wanna go," he choked out.

June clenched her jaw, fighting tears.

Macklin's voice cracked. "This isn't fair."

And it wasn't.

Because how do you take one of them away?

They weren't just friends.

They were family.

But hockey didn't care.

And soon enough—

They had to pry Will off of them to get him on the plane.

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The second June and Macklin stepped into their hotel room, everything felt wrong.

Will's stuff? Gone. His bed? Empty. The ridiculous snacks he always left on the nightstand? Missing.

It was silent.

And they hated it.

June sat on the bed, staring at the empty space.

Macklin didn't say anything.

Because what was there to say?

The room felt cold.

Too big.

Too empty.

And so—without thinking, June crawled into Macklin's bed, wrapping her arms around him.

He didn't flinch.

Didn't joke.

Didn't say anything.

He just buried his face in her shoulder and let the tears fall.

And that night?

They just held onto each other and cried.

Because Will started this tradition.

And now?

Now he was gone.

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June's phone buzzed at 3 AM.

Macklin, barely awake, grabbed it without thinking.

Then—

"I miss you guys so much."

Will's voice was wrecked.

And just like that—

They broke all over again.

Macklin's breath hitched.

June wiped at her face, trying to keep it together.

But it was no use.

Because the second Will started crying on the phone,

They both did too.

And suddenly—

They were all talking at once. "It's not fair." "I don't know what to do without you guys." "I hate this. I hate everything." "I just want to go back."

But they couldn't.

And that?

That was the worst part.

Because no matter how much they cried, how much they begged—

Will wasn't coming back.

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The second the photo hit the internet, it was over.

A picture of three people breaking in the middle of a hallway.

June, Macklin, and Will clinging to each other, sobbing.

The caption?

"This one hurts."

It took minutes for the hockey world to implode.

The Athletic – "The NHL's Most Unbreakable Trio... Broken"

By: Pierre LeBrun

They had to pry Will Smith off of June and Macklin to get him on the plane.

Read that again.

This wasn't just a trade.

This was the end of something special.

For years, the NHL has watched the bond between Smith, Celebrini, and Johnson.

They were inseparable.

They shared locker rooms, flights, hotel rooms.

And now?

Now they're split apart.

Sources say Smith was so devastated that he couldn't even pack up his hotel room.

"He just sat there, shaking his head, saying he couldn't do it," a teammate revealed.

So his teammates?

They packed for him.

Because that's how much this trade broke him.

And now?

The NHL is left wondering—

What happens to Macklin and June now?

Because the Sharks might have lost a player.

But Macklin and June?

They lost their person.

Fans lost it. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY HAD TO PRY WILL OFF OF THEM???" "I'M NEVER RECOVERING FROM THIS." "WHOEVER MADE THIS TRADE NEEDS TO BE JAILED." "WHY WOULD YOU SEPARATE THEM???" "This is an actual crime."

And when the Sharks posted about the trade?

The replies were brutal. "DELETE THIS." "This will never be okay. NEVER." "Do you understand what you've done???" "Macklin and June's revenge arc is coming."

The fans weren't just mad.

They were mourning.

And honestly?

So was the team.

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Macklin and June were... not okay.

For weeks, they were completely different people.

No more chirping. No more banter. No more light.

Just quiet.

Macklin barely spoke. June barely smiled.

And every time the GM walked by?

They both just glared.

Because this trade?

This trade broke them.

And the team?

The team had no idea how to fix it.

The NHL's Most Unbreakable Trio Had Finally Been Broken.

And no one— Not the team, not the fans, not even the front office—

Knew how to fix it.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

THE VEES | VELVETTE, VALENTINO, & VOX (Hazbin Hotel)

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Imagine a minor AI demon gaining the ire and (reluctant) infatuation of the Vees.

Headcanons

CHARACTERS: VELVETTE, VALENTINO, & VOX

Fem!OC

SFW, 16+, non-romantic, non-sexual, sex industry mentions tho (TW: Valentino, but no seriously the Vees kind of are their own trigger warning in this fandom)

Pic source: Hazbin Hotel Ep8 “The Show Must Go On”

the short oneshot is 1k+ words

⚠︎ I DO NOT ENDORSE VIVZIEPOP (& associated parties) but I did watch the show and wanted to write for it, so idk ⚠︎

THE VEES

Some sinner has been stealing their gains from right under their noses (because she’s been impersonating each of the three).

Supplies and new prototypes keep getting snatched until one day Velvette sees that (without her input) one of the electronics that Vox had been trying to get off the ground before it’d been stolen has gone viral.

Before then Velvette had been far more entertained by the AI Demon than anything else — only working to stop them at all because Vox told her to — but after stealing what was supposed to be Velvette’s spotlight when she unveiled the new in demand device, and going viral more often than Vel, the Overlord is beside herself with rage and jealousy.

Velvette’s typically put together appearance cracks and the string of fits she has rival some of Valentino’s own; she’s so over the top and out for blood at being made less relevant it’s crazy.

The internet drama that sprouts around both sinners' public feud has Hell in a chokehold for weeks.

At first Valentino would be endlessly entertained by the AI Demon driving Vox up the wall, he’d even give Vox grief over how long taking her down was taking just to fuck with his partner himself.

Problem is the AI Demon eventually also starts imploding his own business and then Val is out for blood and making it everyone’s problem.

He’s so caught up on mitigating the damage the lower level sinner is doing, and on his own work, that Angel Dust barely sees him or is summoned to work at all.

The AI Demon drives Vox crazy at the same time that she reinvigorates him. Vox is the type who likes to be on top, he likes to coast, but coasting comes with a price. Namely that everything gets far too routine and boring.

So when the AI Demon starts to make poorly made but just good enough knockoffs of the shows on his streaming service(s) and of his technology he finds immense joy in hunting her down and tearing apart every site the other sinner creates to host her plagiarism.

Plus, unlike with Alastor, this is a challenge that he can take on without worrying about having to deal with any emotional damage too so he goes all in.

❤︎

“Why the hell should I care that someone’s ripping off Voxflix? Just drop some malware on the site and get outta my face, I have shit to do.”

Vox doesn’t move from where he’s standing as she turns her back to leave, but he does nearly roll his eyes.

“Velvette,” he snaps lowly.

At his tone Velvette stops dead, shorter form stiffening. Vox waits her out.

It takes a silent slew of seconds before she shakes it off and then - finally - turns back to him. Slowly. Her head goes first, he’s sure just so that he can get a good look at the irritated scowl she’s taken on, before she lets the rest of her body follow.

Only once she’s staring at him again - eyes narrowed, arms crossed, and hip cocked - does Vox start back up.

There’s about a million things being transmitted to him at any given moment, but he takes care to narrow his active focus down to only the necessary few to give Velvette his due attention.

“Finished?”

“Fine.” She bristles then noticeably forces her tone to something trying to be more acquiescent, “What can I do for you Vox?”

The corners of his screen fizzle, but he came to her before he set off Valentino with the news of their newest dilemma for a reason, more than anyone else’s he needs those sharp eyes of hers looking out for whoever this trifling little ant is.

So he starts playing a peppy little jingle through the speakers of his primary build like he would in front of a crowd.

“This just in!” Vox exclaims, mostly mockingly. The smile on his screen widens as he thrusts his hands to the sides, wiggling his fingers, and kicks his foot out to balance his leg on that heel. “For the low low price of your own non-obligatory free time—!”

“Oh, shut it,” Velvette growls, flicking her taloned fingers at him to emphasize her point, “I’m not a client or Val, don’t pull that poppyshow crap with me.”

He sighs, rising back into his default power stance and smoothing his lapels, “Live a little, why don’t you?”

Gesturing towards the pocket he knows she slipped her phone into Velvette raises a brow at him in challenge. “That’s rich coming from you.” She huffs, “Now get on with it, you’re boring me.”

This time around he opts to let some of his residual irritation color his words as he breaks the issue down to her in a more approved manner. Although he’s also not not smiling any longer despite his more subdued tone.

“Velvette. Dear,” he adds, because he knows it softens her up, and low and behold her scowl eases the moment the endearment leaves his speakers, “if this new…sinner is mimicking my shows and my people what’s to stop them from coming for your models next? Every new show they copy is already starting to trend after they drop before I catch them. The masses are teeming for lesser inexpensive ripoffs of our stuff so I need you to take this seriously.”

The woman goes silent for a moment, lips pursed in what Vox knows is her actually evaluating what he said earlier. Then the scowl’s back, but one of her arms comes up so she can tap her thumb to her lips, and her hip realigns.

Somehow the lipstick doesn’t smudge as she does so. Even when she sucks her teeth, lips briefly pursing against her painted nails, the glossy black doesn’t dare transfer.

“Okay,” she mutters softly before cutting her eyes at him. “Don’t throw my name around like that again though.”

A shock of static flows through him as he narrows his eyes at her.

“Be more amenable next time.”

They stare at one another for a few more moments - Vox locking his screen on his unimpressed expression while he waits her out for a second time - before Velvette scoffs.

“Ugh, whatever,” she flips her long coil-filled hair over her shoulder, “just tell me what you need me to do.”

His processors ping with irritation at her wording, but he unlocks his screen nonetheless.

“I don’t know…just,” he waves his hands in her general direction, “make the insistent pest tacky, or whatever. Find a way to make this ‘AI Demon’ completely irrelevant. You can manage that much, can't you?”

Velvette’s eyes roll so hard that for a good few seconds all Vox can see are their reds.

“Your lack of faith would be insulting.” Velvette waits, almost explicitly, for him to begin reacting to her words before continuing. “If I cared more about your opinion, that is,” she cuts him off.

She smiles when his screen glitches slightly and his brows furrow.

“Funny,” he deadpans.

Nearly unnaturally bright fangs flash up at him as she giggles, throwing him a wink.

“I know I am.” In the next breath her phone materializes in her hand. Already tapping away rapidly at it she glances up at him with no small amount of slyness. “No need to sing my praises too much though, I’m already doing what you asked. That Hack’ll be yesterday's news before the dinner rush.”

Vox values self preservation above most things so he doesn’t question her claim. Not that he’d even be able to considering the surge of ruckus that comes from a few halls over in that very moment.

“They impersonated who?!”

Valentino’s high booming voice firmly marks the end of their conversation and - Vox visibly deflates - the destruction of his plan to carefully broach the issue with the other Overlord.

“Oh dammit to Hell,” he grumbles, straightening up and brushing off his suit before marching off to go douse whatever fire whichever one of Valentino’s assistants just lit under the moth demon’s ass.

Behind him Velvette still finds it in her to laugh. A rich giddy thing that has no right sounding so mocking.

He’s a class act though so Vox very pointedly doesn’t flip her off, only glaring as he banks the corner.

She just laughs harder, kicking one leg back and rising on the toes of her other to give him a jaunty little wave.

“Cheers, Darling!”

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The AI Demon is able to take their shit and profit off of it for months before The Vees figure out where the demon’s usual selling posts are and track the other sinner down with extreme prejudice.

No one in Hell is allowed to have more social influence than Velvette, the AI miscreant is costing Vox millions, and she’s been damaging Val’s reputation with his usual buyers since she can create scenes with all his usual stars but sell them for a cheaper price and add in personalized scenes of whatever the buyer wants to watch.

Despite this they’re all still…impressed.

Once the Vees find the AI Demon they’re so sure that they’re going to rip her limb from limb for fucking with their business….until they start theorizing about all the things that the demon could do for them instead of against them.

They end up keeping the AI Demon alive only because she’s useful. She’s not elevated to Overlord status but the AI Demon is made a high priority “enforcer” for the Vees, which is significant.

Vox also 110% makes her sit in on certain business meetings and acquisitions that end with him killing some manipulated sinner(s) in a bid to intimidate her into staying in line.

She’s unphased until Vox orders her to oversee a feeding and she’s gifted to the sight of his electric sharks eating one of his employees whole and ripping them to shreds while the sinner thrashes wide-eyed in the tank. How fast blood spread throughout the water had stunned her into silence until the whole ordeal was done and Valentino had come slinking around to taunt and tease her over her clear horror at what she’d just witnessed.

Vox gets what he wants though: her culled, and though she still won’t completely cower from the Vees, she certainly learns to stay wary.

(the oneshot of this scenario is posted here)

THE AI DEMON

She’s a know-it-all; frequently corrects people’s grammar mid-sentence and glitches at the sight of spelling errors no matter how intentional they are.

Velvette makes misspelling even more words the thing to do on purpose just to piss the AI Demon off. It annoys Vel too though so she doesn’t keep it up for very long before disavowing the whole trend as boring and try-hard.

Has shapeshifting and vocal mimicry abilities but tends to give herself away with her face copy being too perfect or adding extra features like seven fingers instead of five or having too clean vocals and hilariously mispronouncing words.

Likes to steal (like, nothing is off limits). She’s a full on kleptomaniac.

Velvette’s good curl enhancer? Snatched. Extra clothing pieces from Velvette’s collections that the AI Demon makes go missing all the time once she becomes a permanent fixture in their operation too.

Vox’s power cords are being sold on Hell’s black market as we speak.

Valentino’s shit outta luck to find his contract papers. And really, she’s doing a public service with this one.

She’s selling his scripts and bootlegs of his pornos too.

Is malicious compliance incarnate, and while they could kill her she’s far too useful for them to want to (and unfortunately for them she knows it).

I’ll be honest as much as I think making an AI Demon look more reminiscent of the types of people who frequently do “AI stealing” the most (white male CEOs to be the most exact to just one line of thinking I have) would be interesting, I don’t want to do that for my OC. So my AI Demon’s black (bcs that’s what I do here) and female and began stealing mostly because she was getting stolen from and then got fed up with that. She becomes inexplicably petty and greedy in the process though and goes to Hell after having been one extremely profitable professional scammer.

Is tasked with doing work for Vox and VoxTech visual mediums the most, but gets along with Velvette best, and does nothing but bitch back and forth with Valentino about his ridiculous attempts to have her understudy for some of his actors or him whenever he has to attend meetings he’d rather not.

Would slip them all cyanide if she could get away with it— and if their resulting deaths (not as a result of angelic means) would actually stick.

Still though, she doesn’t want to be redeemed and thoroughly enjoys scamming people and grifting savings or souls from other more gullible sinners so she will stay on her villain grind. At least the Vees provide her with protection now while she’s at it.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

I’ve been sitting on this one for a while so I figured I’d just put it out even though I can’t say I’m expecting to gain much from it.

And, yes, I made Velvette more obviously black since her black-coding was so piss poor in the show that it’s still embarrassing.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[stephofromcabin12]

Hey; there was an update on the ai data scraping situation: https://www.reddit.com/r/AO3/s/mdYk5bGmWe

Some locked fics also got scrapped it seems

Well, all my fics already were in the pool, so...

It's more of a statement to lock them than a safety measure.

As in: I publish this shit for you I literally have no reason to publish it other than to let others enjoy what I write, and now you've taken advantage of the goodness of my heart, so I'm locking my fics to make it harder for you: Keep it up and no one gets to read my work.

I hate to sound dramatic but my finger is lingering over the delete work button, and it's not going to take much to turn this shit into an email chain. Encrypted email chain. If that even exists.

Otherwise, I guess my work will have to be private until AI hopefully implodes and dies. Then I'll pop a bottle of champagne and republish everything, because surprise I actually do want people to share in the joy of reading my work, free of charge and free of all this bullshit threatening that joy, because I'm–oh, you know–a decent human being with a moral compass, and compassion, and a brain, and whatnot. Crazy. I know.

It virtually does null and zero to lock your works if people want to scrape them. There is nothing you can do to protect your work, other than inventing your own encrypted hosting site, or simply not publishing it, I guess. Doesn't sound very fun to me...

From what I've seen most fellow fic writers are in agreement that if you (as in a general you, not you specifically, anon) can't respect what we do for free, because we want to, then we'll simply pull our works from the internet, for good. No more fanfiction. Have fun generating slop and sucking up our drinking water, I hope it was worth it. Oh, I hope the mediocre, repetitive, misspelled, poorly structured, couldn't find a narrative if it kicked it in the shins, absolute tapestry of shit AI cooks up for you, using people's earnest work, is everything you dreamed of.

If you write fanfic and publish it online, you're pretty much screwed as far as precautions go. Same for artists, and anyone who posts, comments or writes something on most social media apps these days. Yippy skippy.

But I'm like totally chill about it and sooooo happy that nothing is sacred on this godforsaken planet :)

[eclipsecrowned]

3, 8, 12 // @cuileandorcha

3. What rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

Leans in real close. Y'all are part of a community. Y'all actively chose to pursue a hobby that requires collaboration and OOC interaction. Y'all purposely decided to make a blog, reach out over the worldwide web to find strangers who have done the same.

Y'all do not get to be surprised or outraged that these strangers do not align with you 100%.

In fact, there are statistically many strangers who do not agree with your views, your comfort, and your standards. You have to enforce your own boundaries. They are your personal lines in the sand, and you have to draw them, whether as close or distant as you please.

I think pr0 and 4nti discourse is so much bullshit for that reason. Wanna write something? Fucking neato you can do that and block whoever doesn't like it. Don't want to see something? Fucking neato you can block entire tags on this site. Want to write the most fucked up shit imaginable in your own little corner of the internet that oversteps my personal boundary? Wild, I'm going to block you. Want to virtue signal over the dude writing fucked up shit in their corner of the internet when no one is getting hurt but fictional characters? Wild, I'm going to block you. What other people are doing is not your war to fight and if it is something that bleeds into harassment in any form congratulations the site has tools to let staff handle that.

Like I get it, there's parts of me that are reactionary and want some subjects to never be touched by people who want to dig around in what is to me a very raw wound. Then I just listen to my inner Dr. Furter in that it was not made for me. I am one idiot screaming into the void of the internet. My outrage is better spent elsewhere. So is everyone else's. This shit keeps coming back every few years under new names and I am. Tired. I need it to go back to its unquiet grave again.

8. Are you good at dealing with personal problems?

Stares deadass at you.

I stayed friends with S[REDACTED] and K[REDACTED] for how long before it imploded? No.

12. Has someone in the rp community ever made you upset/cry?

This is so cringe but like in a non upset way my ex straight up made me cry over a thread in like a cathartic 'I can really feel for the characters rn this is so sad,' so many years ago. Uhh I think I cried a little when I had to cope with the Big Incident in old C0D fandom with the kids, you know the one. Rage cried once when S[redacted] shut me down with a 'lol that makes me want to commit sudoku' because who in the FUCK does that.

[thevulturesquadron]

Dear Internet:

Not that I’m ungrateful, but how come only Tumblr is giving me any smidgen of Rogneto fan art content while the other social media outlets are pretending the shippers don’t exist?

Hey there! I feel like even to this day tumblr remains the most fandom focused platform because it retains the formula of creating content for a specific fandom and increasing visibility through reblogs and likes. It’s about putting people with the same interest in contact easily without the weight of socializing or the constant one-liners wars. I love it here, I know it has less reach than twitter but I feel like this is the only place where I can properly curate my experience. I have also met a LOT of lovely people on tumblr through fandoms and forged friendships in ways I would have never expected. So I’ll keep on existing here until this site implodes. 🛸 However if you are on other platforms like twitter, @shierak-inavva (xkhaleesea on twitter) and @reddove18 (reddove18 on twitter) are doing lord’s work there when it comes to rogneto content! I don’t spend a lot of time on twitter/insta/reddit so my knowledge is limited but if anyone here knows any other rogneto content creators on other platforms give them a shout for visibility! 💚💜

[paraliveimaginesblog]

for the flower prompts, daisies for kenta?

Kenta Mikoshiba:

Daisies - a game of ‘they love me, they love me not’.

“I’m not some fuckin’ kid, I don’t give a shit if they like me or not.”

“You look angry for someone who doesn’t care.” Shion’s airy reply, along with the smirk on his face, only further infuriated the angsty teen. Where the hell could he even get flowers anyway? And what would he even do with the petals after? Pick them up like a loser with nothing better to do? He wasn’t a goddamn janitor!

Kenta considered adding another hole to the wall but decided their shitty little shack of a home would probably crumble if he did. Instead, he hold himself up with technology as best he could, putting invisible blinders so the others wouldn’t bother him. The others knew the drill though Yuto still tempted fate by sticking his hand into the cage of a starved dog when he asked Kenta to eat dinner with the rest of them.

He just needed something basic to take his mind off of it, off of you, and he began to search through his extensive game library until his eyes landed on a simple game that came free with a quick internet search. You press a button, a set of numbers appears, and then you keep pressing until you hit a mine and it was game over. He almost dismissed it but he thought, for a second, that this could be his own way to play ‘they love me, they love me not’. No stupid flowers, no mess to clean up, just him and this game that he could easily close the window of if it became too much.

The concept was easy, if he hit a mine that meant you didn’t love him, and that you’d only implode his entire life as he knows it. He doesn’t pay attention to any of the indicators that help lead him through the game, pressing with reckless abandon, almost demanding fate give him a negative response in hopes of discouraging his pursuit of this foreign feeling. Yet fate was not one to be tampered with, almost taking it like a personal challenge to beat Kenta at his own game.

Kenta wins once, and he doesn’t think anything of it. Clearly his natural gaming skills are coming into play here so it’s obvious that even when he wasn’t paying attention he’d win. So he looked away from the screen, tapping randomly, holding his breath as he finally looked back at it and saw no mines had been hit. Once again paying attention, he wins again, then again, and he’s finally at the point where he’s going to lose it.

“AAAAAAAGH!”

He threw the phone, technical contraband, in a fit of rage, glaring as it cracked against the wall and shattered into pieces. He really hadn’t been paying attention to anything happening around him which meant time had passed much quicker than he realized, the lights in the room off because the others had gone to bed. When they flick back on is when he realized, temporarily blinded by the sudden all encompassing light and shielding his eyes from it while they adjusted.

“…I’m assuming there’s a reason you did that,” Shion hissed out, looking rather irritated from beneath a tangled nest of white hair.

“W-w-what’s going on?!” Yuto burst into the room in a panic, looking more stressed than usual. “Is everyone alright?!”

And Ryoga continued to snore, none the wiser to Kenta’s inner turmoil over officially being stamped as 'loved'.

[suusoh]

quick check in for our dear author susu!😁 you may or may not answer this ask, im just curious ab sth after i saw your vents. i hope reflecting on these questions can make you feel better though!😃

are you, by any chance, pressured by the attention your works are having? did you not expect that a lot of people will like your craft? do you actually prefer having fewer audiences? i feel quite sad that this toxic world of internet where audiences just look at creators as machines to produce and produce has seemingly taking a toll at you and i sincerely hope you feel better ab it soon and eventually rekindle your love for writing.

love,

your reader

you're very kind anon :-)) thank you for sending me an ask. I hope you're doing good as well?

I've think I've explained things better on my other blog but I'll try my best to answer your questions here as well <3.

(any bitterness or snippiness picked up in this answer is not aimed at you anon!!! you are very very precious and kind. susu is just talking out of frustration.)

Not pressured, maybe overwhelmed and shy at times, but not pressured, no. If i don't like a request I literally don't entertain it at all and will just answer it shortly. If i don't feel it then i just don't.

to be fair I didn't even expect an audience in the first place. I was literally jsut writing because I felt like i was going to explode (or implode?) if i don't get my ideas outside of me. It felt like i ended up just talking to myself with fic dialogue, or staring mindlessly in my room while i just watch scenarios in my head. So i thought, heh, why not make it into a fic. no harm done.

If anything anon, I was quite expecting for myself to be.. uh... niche? I guess my expectations started out wonky because prior to monster, I came from very large fandoms. So as an x reader, as a yandere x reader, and as a yandere x reader who warped johan into her own personal characterization with near zero-canon basis at all just to get her rocks off at that too, I figured I'd just be writing for only a certain amount of people who choose to seek me out.

not sure about the fewer audiences thing, I don't quite care for numbers. But i guess what I preferred isn't "less followers" per se, but I think i would've preferred the energy and the synergy of interactions back then when it was only quite a good number of people. felt intimate. Like can you believe I got more comments when there were less people on here, compared to with more people on here... people are more quiet now?

quiet- in the sense of showing appreciation and enjoyment of the writing of course. the amount of people in the ask box..... is another different thing. my ask box is definitely not quiet.

to be fair anon, I don't think they're doing it intentionally. I guess with how niche monster is and how there were only so few of us here writing johan x reader content, people of course asked for more.

but now i guess i do feel a bit... tired and listless now. Because it felt like i've already achieved my goal of seeing what I want to read. If anything, i think i've written so much content of what i want to see that I've even made myself sick lol.

so now it feels like im at the point where i don't have the same drive as I used to before. there's no personal goal keeping me going, and the people who inspire me to keep on writing are very few and far between (aside from friends of course), compared to those who just wish i'd keep writing so they'd get their daily dose of johan copping a feel up or something. idk.

truth be told. what makes me feel tired is that not only did i grow to loathe my old johan writing and concepts, but it's exactly those concepts that people are drawn to, and keep asking for everyday. which makes me somehow loathe what i've written even more.

And honestly, look i can't blame them. When I wrote those, i was vibrating and i wrote it with so much love and energy at the time, and i'm sure the vibes they still translate into those posts.

but it just feels so so so confusing and honestly... emptying to me that that's all people who come here care about, that's all they ever ask for, and in some weird ironic laughable twist, they don't even show any appreciation for it.

and like shit, im not even sure if appreciation is the right word to use. I'm not asking for praise or anything. but literally just... talk? talk to me? talk about your thoughts on it?

and NO. talking about your thoughts on it is different from downright just sending in something with no explaination. just some blank prompt that you think I'll pick up, go insane over, gush over, and spit out 4 paragraphs worth of whatever you sent in.

and again yes, the glaring answer is "just ignore those asks then lol. pay attention to nice asks instead.

but then again, it's just tiring that the only story comments i ever seem to get nowadays are just those asks. i'm talking about the majority.

and before anyone says i'm too negative or too sensitive for focusing on the bad instead of the good: I do pay attention to nice comments, i hold them close and dear to my heart. made a whole freaking tag and folder just for it.

but it's just that they're so rare and few and far between compared to how much people have the time to type in another request, but can't seem to type in at least one... thank you. or... say that that what i did was... really nice.

and it i feel so confused again because people assure me over and over again that they like my writing, that lots of people like my johan writing.

but with the way i'm treated and interacted with here.... i'm starting to think that sure, maybe people do like my writing: but it only because it gives them their fill.

so whenever i go on a break or when i go post something to express my worries with my blog and i get asks or comments. i just... I have to laugh a bit at just how much of those asks feel like they're saying the same thing:

It's less of "oh no! susu is going away and needs a break." and more like "oh no! now we won't get any more johan."

[lily-orchard-gossip-blog]

I wanted to give everyone a heads-up that I will be going on an indefinite hiatus.

I'm certain you've all noticed that I haven't been posting as much as I once did, and that is in part due to being much busier than I used to be.

The other reason is that I came to a simple conclusion:

I pity Lily Orchard.

Lily had no real friends, and the one she does have ether eventually fade out of her life or implode. Her wife lives in another country, with no real plans to live with her full time.

Lily lives in a rat infested basement. Her career is dying, if not already dead.

Everyone on the internet who isn't already with her is against her, and that number just keeps growing.

She's always angry, but it's an empty, meaningless anger. If she's not getting mad at Pokémon, Steven Universe, WOW, Star Wars or Anime, then it's towards women, people who don't care about her or American politics.

She's lied about having cancer, drug dealing, stabbing people, getting raped, incestuous neighbours, stalkers and all kinds of others things.

She has to lie because she is a person with nothing in her.

To continue talking about someone I do not respect, and frankly see as beneath me, is, I think, cruel.

I can no longer give people good critique, or be objective, and that's a disservice to both you, my readers, and to myself.

I didn't regret my time here. It was healing to run the blog, and I got to make wonderful connections.

Maybe I'll come back some time down the line, maybe I won't.

But I just want to say thank you to everyone. You all made this worthwhile.

All 486 of you.

[akuma-tenshi]

so this is a big, long rant about sexism in the idv community bc it's been on my mind lately and i need to put it out there. this is what i've observed after almost four years in the fandom and been stewing on for a long-ass time. if you don't feel like reading an essay on how annoyed some random enby on the internet is, then don't click the read more and just keep scrolling. don't interact with this post if all you're gonna do is get mad; i'm not here to piss anyone off, just make observations. and if this isn't your experience, good for you and please direct me to whatever circles you run in because i need to be there.

so, i've noticed that the idv fandom is extremely shit when it comes to how they treat female characters, and nobody really.. talks about it?? the only person i've ever seen actually discuss it used it as a way to drum up sympathy for ada. which, if you know me, you know really fucking pisses me off. because there are SO MANY OTHER EXAMPLES of sexism in this community, but no, clearly because we have sympathy for a male victim of abuse we're being sexist towards his abuser.

the thing is. there is so much to point to when you talk about how the fandom is sexist. it's very common to see female characters boiled down to just a couple traits. mary?? hot mommy step on me. michiko?? soft and gentle and demure (don't think i won't notice the weird shit about how that's a very common stereotype of asian women btw i see it). demi?? hot and drinks a lot. emma and lily are "uwu mentally ill babies". annie is soft. emily is either an irredeemable monster or a bitch, depending on who you're talking to. patricia is scary and mean. sangria's a girlboss, grace is soft and gentle, martha is spunky. and if you ask anyone their thoughts / ideas on these characters beyond those short descriptors you get nothing. i'm starting to fucking hate the word "girlboss" because it's all anyone says in response to like half these characters.

male characters are given alllllll the nuance in the world you can't talk to an aesop fan without them going into their endless headcanons / theories on why he's the way he is or how he's not actually that bad of a person or how cute he is or whatever. look at norton, or eli, or orpheus, or luca, or edgar, or joseph, or ithaqua, or any characters in that vein, and look at how the fandom treats them. look at the endless fanfictions and character studies and ships and x readers and headcanons. and then look at what female characters get. nowhere near that much.

i feel like margaretha and emily are the ones who suffer the most from this male-centric view by the fandom. they're characters who are inherently intricate, whose actions can't be explained away as entirely good or entirely bad. but that doesn't stop people from actively trying. they're going to act like margaretha wasn't being horrifically mistreated by her husband and just decided to burn down the circus for funsies or whatever. they're going to act like emily isn't trying so fucking hard to help emma and repent for what she's done. neither of them are meant to be read as black-and-white, but people will try because if they have to use more than two braincells on a female character they're going to implode.

meanwhile you get paragraph after paragraph about the intricacies of the argument between luca and alva. you get so many people analysing the relationship between norton and orpheus and how they're both kinda dicks but also both kinda have points. you get endless people defending joseph's actions bc his brother's dead and he's terrified of growing old / forgetting the people he loved / dying. you get so many fucking stories about how y'know, edgar's not that bad actually.

AND I'M NOT AGAINST ANALYSING THESE CHARACTERS!!! idv, especially in recent years, has been doing some great things with character writing. like, fuck 'em, they've got their issues, but they're still really good with some stuff and deserve credit. but don't act like it's not obvious how so many people have overlooked women (and poc, don't think i've noticed people ignoring the intricacies behind william and ganji as characters as well in favour of "himbo" and "bastard who cares", but i'm white so that's not exactly my place to talk) in favour of their favourite skinny whiteboy of the week.

they're that way with older-looking characters, too. if an idv guy has facial hair, you bet your ass he's also getting boiled down to his base traits. jose's an alcoholic, kevin is self-sacrificing and likes women, kurt is a little guy, kreacher is Awful, charles basically doesn't fucking exist anymore. but again not the focus of the talk atm.

it's just. so upsetting. esp. since most of my favourite idv characters are women but everyone i talk to about them is like "oh yeah demi's hot" or "aww annie's such a nervous little baby" or "god patricia's such a cool girlboss". and even when the shit they say is positive in a vacuum it still makes me so upset bc THAT'S NOT ALL THEY ARE!! demi is kind and loving and hardworking in the face of a world that only ever hurt her. annie's life has been an endless stream of pain and heartbreak and the only thing she really wants is freedom. patricia is literally cursed and is trying to find her place in the world.

also. i fucking hate ada but she falls victim to this too. as much as i despise the "you dislike her just bc you're sexist" thing and as horribly uncomfortable as she makes me, don't act like you haven't seen how her entire character is boiled down to how much she "loves" this man. don't act like you haven't seen how her entire character, all of her promise and potential, is forgotten in favour of that fucking trainwreck of a relationship. i bet half the fandom can't tell me anything about her other than her relationship with emil. emil suffers from this too, with his backstory and personality and life of abuse becoming an afterthought, but again, not what we're focusing on.

this is not an isolated thing or confined solely to the idv fandom. this happens in fandoms everywhere. but because idv is so close to my heart i feel like i really need to talk about it. there's so little content of female characters when there's fucking daily content of male ones. and don't get me wrong, i do like male characters. norton is literally one of my favourite fictional characters and i love talking about / analysing him. but i can guarantee a lot of people wouldn't be so interested in him if he was a woman.

sorry, just needed to get that off my chest. mandatory "this doesn't apply to everyone in the fandom" and "if this doesn't apply to you then i'm not fucking talking about you". we were so against the ashley wood collaboration bc of how much he sexualised michiko (and women in general) but like. do y'all really care that much?? bc i really don't think you do.

[godricgryffinsnore]

｡𖦹°‧ Request Guidelines ｡𖦹°‧ [PLEASE READ]

I am ALWAYS grateful and HONORED to receive your requests and fulfill your most imaginative desires—seriously, it’s like being handed a golden quill and told to go wild. I try my best to write in my free time, but, you know, EXAMS exist (tragic, I know), and sometimes my brain is just a fried potato with zero creative juice. Other times, I take longer because I must meditate (read: stare at the ceiling dramatically) and dive into the depths of imagination like a literary deep-sea diver. So if I lag behind, just know—it’s not you, it’s the CHAOS OF LIFE. But trust me, when I do write, I pour my whole soul into it!

Reading and writing fan fiction is my precious, chaotic, soul-nourishing hobby—my little escape into worlds where I can make characters suffer beautifully (or give them the fluffiest romance imaginable). But turning it into a job? Oh no, that’s when the fun runs away screaming. The thrill of randomly getting hit by inspiration at 2 AM? Gone. The joy of procrastinating real-life responsibilities just to write one more scene? Poof. If I start seeing deadlines instead of daydreams, my muse will pack its bags and abandon me like a disgruntled house-elf. So, let���s keep the magic alive—I write for the love of it, for the drama, the romance, the poetic suffering—not for a paycheck!

As much as I love bringing fanfic dreams to life, I can’t fulfill every request—sometimes it’s just not my vibe, or it makes me uncomfy, and that’s totally okay! Writing should be fun, not a forced emotional hostage situation where I struggle to put words together while my brain yells, abort mission! I reserve the right to skip anything that doesn’t sit right with me because, at the end of the day, my creativity thrives when I enjoy what I’m writing. So if I don’t take on a request, please know it’s nothing personal—I’m just keeping the magic alive (and avoiding a mental breakdown).

Fan Fiction Request Guidelines (a.k.a. How to Keep My Brain Functioning)

◈ Marauders & Harry Potter Universe Focus – If it involves the golden chaos squad (a.k.a. the Marauders) or the Wizarding World, I’m all in. The more angsty, fluffy, or smutty, the better. Bonus points if you request something with Remus Lupin being an absolute dreamboat of a man.

◈ Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s Characters? YES. – Listen, this man is my lawfully wedded husband in every alternate universe, so if you want anything involving him (or his characters), I’m already halfway into writing it before you even finish the request.

◈ Fluff, Angst, Smut—Pick Your Poison – I write all three, sometimes all in one go (because emotional whiplash is a sport). But let’s keep requests respectful and within my comfort zone, yeah?

◈ No Spoon-Feeding, Please – Give me an idea, a trope, a vibe—BUT don’t send me a 10-page essay outlining every detail. Let me have a little creative wiggle room so my brain doesn’t implode. Also, specific requests are appreciated, my love.

◈ I Have the Right to Skip Requests – If I don’t vibe with it, if it makes me un-comfy, or if my soul just isn’t feeling it, I might skip a request. No hard feelings, just me protecting my creative spark from spontaneous combustion.

◈ Patience, Young Padawan – I write in my free time, and sometimes my brain is a buffering wheel of doom. If I take a while, just know I’m either busy, dramatically overthinking the plot, or napping (because exhaustion is real).

◈ Smut Requests: Keep It Classy (ish) – I’m down for spice, but let’s not get TOO weird, okay? If you’re asking for something that sounds like it belongs in a cursed corner of the internet, I will kindly exit the chat.

◈ Respect the Writer, Respect the Work – Be cool, be kind, and let’s keep the fandom fun. If you’re mean, demanding, or entitled, I will Sirius-ly consider throwing you to the Dementors.

At the end of the day, I write fan fiction because I love it, and I want to keep it fun, exciting, and emotionally devastating (in the best way possible). So if you send a request, be chill, be kind, and remember—I’m just one person with a dramatic imagination and a questionable sleep schedule. If I take your request, I’ll pour my heart into it. If I don’t, no hard feelings, I promise! Now, let’s keep the Marauders alive (because JKR sure didn’t) and continue worshipping Aaron Taylor-Johnson like the cinematic masterpiece he is.

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[studentofetherium]

there's a lot of tragedy in Rooster Teeth shutting down. the company is, in many ways, admirable. they were a titan of online video before online video was really much of a thing. they predated youtube, and were ahead of the curve for so much of their time. whether or not you were a fan (much of their content has aged poorly, and plenty wasn't even good at the time), they were constantly a force online and helped shaped the modern internet as we know it

like i'll be honest and say that while i watched some of their stuff back in high school, i never thought it was great and watched it more because all my other friends also watched them. but even tho i wasn't a dedicated fan or anything, it's still a big blow to watch a company like this crumble, because it didn't need to be this way

it all comes down to management mishandling the company. their parent company failed them massively, management within the company failed them, the hostile work culture failed them. when we talk about Rooster Teeth, it's both a story of success where there should have been only failure, and failure where there should have been only success. for a company that was once so dominate to fall like this shows that people at the head didn't know what they were doing

150 people lost their job today, and numerous others who were contracted workers. these people worked in, by all reports, hellish conditions. for a company founded by a bunch of random guys in the early 00s, it can't be too surprising, but at the same time, the small feel from a company that starts like that can be important. maybe if RT had never expanded like they did, had never been bought out, this might not have happened, or maybe the toxic conditions would have caused it to implode unceremoniously anyway

whether or not you ever watched Rooster Teeth, their death is a shame because with this, another piece of the old internet is lost. you can say that maybe they should have stayed in their era, but dinosaurs like this should be valued in the modern internet. the working conditions were a crime and what they made wasn't even that good to begin with, but if you can survive this long, then there's clearly something worth remembering and keeping around

did you know that most Rooster Teeth employees only learned that they were fired from seeing the news on twitter?

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"Averse to all forms of cowardice?" I'm actually convinced you have no idea who you're talking about. One of France's defining character traits is that he's a coward. You sound like a fake fan.

Anon, and anyone else who's reading this, look. I'm really sorry for the tone the rest of this reply is about to take. You see, I'm someone who's very much about curating one's personal internet experience, and an advocate for mutual respect and sensibility in regards to fandom matters. I'm all about encouraging differing interpretations and analyses of characters, even if I don't necessarily agree or understand it's all a matter of perspective and if I'm not a fan of something? I ignore it, simple. I likewise expect the same sort of understanding from other participants in fandom: If I am posting things that is not to someone's taste, they can simply ignore me or block me to curate their personal online experience. You know, like civil people within a public forum.

However, you've decided to come to my inbox, on this wretched day after I have just been subjected to two and a half hours of the worst Napoleonic cinema experience the human mind can possibly conjure, to tell me that I am a "fake fan" over a silly little shitpost? Are you on crack? Is it crack you're smoking? Because, my good bitch, you will find it is you who is the fake fan.

For example, we've got literal direct canonical evidence of France being, like, incredibly and unfathomably enthusiastic about the idea of getting to go to war with the English again, specifically saying that being at peace feels like he's been "crammed into a fake version" of himself. I'm sorry, it really doesn't get more explicit than that. Look, it's not a headcanon I believe in, but that's okay. You do you! I'm happy for whatever interpretation you have! I will not be the one sending pissy little anons about it, I promise! You're welcome to block me if this is something that is incompatible with your fandom experience! Go for it! Please!

But, sure, maybe direct canon depiction isn't enough to defend the thought process as to my personal interpretation. I'll put this under the cut since I'm invariably getting long-winded, but let's have a quick fun lightning-round overview of French history and culture in regards to their collective bloodthirst and warmongering that doesn't really lend itself to an interpretation of 'cowardice' as a concept that's strongly represented within the French national identity (at least in my opinion);

The French have, for about a thousand-odd years, been heavily associated with an unusually bellicose, honour-bound, chivalric, warmongering ideal, to the point their ongoing national anthem is quite literally about murdering people and watering the fields with blood!

Historian Niall Ferguson argues that France is the most belligerent military power in history!

Literally over a million men were fed into the meat grinder of World War One! Literally an entire generation! Approaching 5% of the entire population!

One of the last bayonet charges in history was performed by the French! In 1995!

Their ongoing nuclear doctrine is one of the pants-shitteningly insane ones on the planet, and scared the piss out of the Soviets - Which is to say, they will happily drop a nuclear weapon on an enemy city as a warning shot! And they'll do it, too, because they keep refusing to sign nuclear arms treaties!

Their population is entirely and consistently prepared and ready to implode their own country and governance at the first sign of any infringement upon perceived civil and social liberties!

If you've read this far, anon, congratulations! I hope you can better understand the reason why I interpret France the way I do! If you disagree with me, you're welcome to come off anon and meet me at the Champs-Élysées at dawn so we can duel to the death over our incompatible opinions like true respectable gentlepeople of honour and class. Or you can just block me and not bother me again.

It's totally up to you, buddy!