i never really saw the need to articulate the reason i stopped interacting with the codz fandom on here outside of reblogs and very rarely posting art, but i've noticed something has become ever prevalent again.
disagreements over headcanons, mischaracterisation, and being so rooted in fanon that you don't actually know how to interact with other human beings, to a vitriolic and frankly toxic degree. without sounding like i'm trying to gatekeep the ideas people have of fictional characters, because god knows that's nothing i care about, i think some of you need to actually play the games (again, perhaps) before you start hatefully yelling at strangers about things that are mentioned in game.
i dont know if it's because a lot of you people seem to be on the younger side these days, or some puritan culture that gives you the idea that liking "bad media" makes you inherently a bad person, or that you don't want others to assume you support x "irredeemable" thing because you enjoy a character who is "irredeemable", but it's actually embarrassing the way i see some of you posting and the anons you leave.
the ever divisive debate on richtofen's sexuality always comes to mind when i think about my experience in this fandom. i've been in this fanbase for over a decade, so i've seen the disgusting threats and comments people have left over simple disagreements in interpretations of a fictional character. now, i don't know if it's because he's the fandom's golden boy, or that people seem to end up way too attached to him, but what's a little agreeing to disagree between strangers? ignore it, and move on - if it bothers you THAT much, block and move on. it is NEVER worth leaving suicide bait or death threats in someone's askbox over.
something i keep in mind: are you sure you inferred that from the text, or are you so entrenched in fanon that you can't remember the text? and is that clouding your view and rational thinking when you see someone who doesn't have the same ideas of a character that you do?
i think what i'm trying to say with this post is that i'm so tired of seeing the way the characters have been whittled down into these sanitised perfect boys who can do no wrong, so when somebody dare bring attention to the fact that the series has dark themes, or merely make a tasteful in-character joke, they have to be crucified like some sort of vile evil trying to corrupt your space.
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I'm thinking of doing a side blog for my OCs, but I'm really not sure if anyone would be interested. All my OC's are essentially my take on different horror tropes, focusing on a more victorian/romantic gothic vibe. All the OC's have photoplayers (is this correct?) from my favourite fandoms. I plan on writing for them a story between 3 and 10 chapters, each, since they're all part of a horror/gothic anthology called Thorned Roses in the Garden of Evil.
Mateo already has a series going on (Sanguis Maledictus aka The Demon, the Heretic and the Corrupted), as he was the first, but the others are still TBA, but idk, maybe I could write them drabbles and some of you could interact sharing your thoughts. Idk, I never did anything like it.
Anyway, I present you, my Children of the Moon:
Henry Prescott (Werewolf OC) photoplayer by my beloved Hamish Linklater
Mateo Romero (Priest/Demon OC) photoplayer by dear Daniel Brühl
Haester Grimald (Vampire OC) photoplayer by goth boy David Dastmalchian
Sebastian Blackwood and his counterpart Lucian (Phantom + Jekyll&Hyde OC) photoplayer by incredible Oscar Isaac
Lorian Carfell (Warlock OC) (this fella is a recent addition, so I might be changing a thing or two about him) photoplayer by my honeypot Peter Capaldi
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Growing Pains
danse/art
wrote a lil thing of danse taking care of arty. i have bad pain days of my own so i wanted to project and vent thru arty. also for context they are at red rocket. enjoy <3
The wooden rocking chair creaked as Artemis plopped into it, the bottom of his cane clinking against the hard, concrete floor and echoing throughout the garage. He sighed exasperatedly, using his foot to gently rock himself as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
His peace was soon interrupted, albeit not rudely, as the ex-paladin passed by, poking his head into the open door of the garage to check on the other. Artemis thought it cute how Danse always seemed to end up in the same location as him, like he was a lost puppy following him around.
“Hi.”
“Hey, Danse,” Artemis rocked gently, his voice soft as he kept his eyes closed.
“Something the matter?” Danse had fully stepped into the garage now. If Artemis had opened his eyes he would’ve seen Danse looking at him concerningly with those big brown eyes of his.
“...’m alright. Leg is just acting up again.”
“Could I assist you with that?”
Artemis didn’t answer right away. His eyes slowly blinked open as he peered up at the other man, who was looking down at him with his usually stern face, although his thick eyebrows were scrunched in concern. Artemis smiled gently at that. Danse was always so charmingly expressive, even if he didn’t realize it most of the time.
“I’ll be alright, babe. It’s just one of those days.”
“I want to help,” Danse’s heart leapt at the term of endearment. He still wasn’t used to being referred to in such an endearing way, especially from someone like Artemis. He didn’t dislike it, he just needed time to adjust to it.
“I won’t stop you, but you don’t have to worry so much about me. Been dealin’ with it for years,” He shifted his leg slightly, wincing as pain shot up his body.
“I know,” Danse was already down on the ground, sitting himself comfortably on the cold floor as he started to work Artemis’ boots off his feet, “But we’re…partners. I want to help you. Especially considering everything you’ve done for me.”
Artemis chuckled at Danse’s hesitance to call him his partner. He supposed they hadn’t quite reached ‘boyfriend’, but he could settle for ‘partner’ for the time being.
“So you’re just paying back a debt?” He jested, watching as Danse slipped his boots off and tentatively placed them to the side, shoelaces tucked neatly inside of them.
“Not at all,” Danse pressed his thumb firmly into the sole of Artemis’ left foot, letting up slightly when he noticed Artemis wincing at the pressure, “I’m simply showing my appreciation.”
Artemis only hummed in response, fluttering his eyes shut once more and leaning back in his chair, relaxing as much as he could as Danse took over.
They stayed in relative silence for a few long moments, the only noises being Artemis’ soft murmurs of appreciation and Danse’s occasional ‘like this?’ as he worked his hands along Artemis’ leg. Every time Artemis would simply nod his head in response, the pain radiating along his leg and up into his thigh subduing slightly at Danse’s touch. It wouldn’t last long, but the short relief was more than welcome.
At some point, Artemis’ grip softened on the cane in his hand, causing it to drop to the floor with a loud ‘clang’ against the hard floor. He grumbled, cursing under his breath and beginning to adjust himself to pick it up.
“It’s alright. Don’t move,” Danse paused his massage for a moment, picking up the cane that had fallen to the ground and placing it neatly next to Artemis’ boots.
“Thanks,” Artemis mumbled, relaxing back into his chair with a sigh through his nose, “You know, I really like this chair.”
“You do?” Danse looked up at him, his hands resuming their work. His thumbs working themselves into his knee made Artemis hum in appreciation.
“Yeah. I’m glad you built it,” Artemis looked tired, but his words seemed genuine.
Danse remembered when he had built it. He had been bored, seemingly having much less to keep him occupied since he left the Brotherhood. He had already done as many repairs on the little rest stop as he could, and he could only tinker so much with his power armor. His pacing must have annoyed Artemis, because the man had yelled at him to find something to do, anything but pacing around and making him nervous. So Danse had found some spare wood lying around and got to work. He hadn’t known at the time exactly what he was working toward, but a chair seemed like the best outcome. He figured it would be nice to have some more furniture around their makeshift home, and it occupied him enough to keep out of Artemis’ hair.
“I could build you another,” Danse finally smiled up at him, leaning forward and pressing a small, chaste kiss to the leg in his hands, the material of his pants bunching up where Danse pressed his lips.
“What, so we can sit in our rocking chairs on the porch like an old married couple?” His lips quirked up into an amused smirk as he glanced down at Danse.
“Do people do that?” Danse asked the question genuinely, tilting his head slightly to the side almost like a dog.
“Used to. In my time,” Artemis tentatively stretched his leg out, his pain dull for the moment. Danse was just softly running his hand over the underside of his leg, “Sounds nice, having nothin’ to worry about.”
“I suppose it does,” Danse agreed, although he didn’t enjoy the thought of sitting for hours on end. He was never good at keeping still for long, he always seemed to need something to do, “How is your pain?”
“Better,” He grumbled quietly, seemingly struggling to keep his eyes open, “Probably need to rest. You mind if I close my eyes for a while?” That always seemed to be Artemis code for ‘I need a nap.’
“Not at all. I’m sure Dogmeat and I can hold down the fort,” Danse gave Artemis’ leg one last little rub with his thumb before he rose to his feet, grabbing a nearby blanket hanging across the power armor workstation. Ever since Danse had built the chair and moved it into the garage, Artemis had taken countless naps here, so it was better to leave any spare blankets in here just for that reason.
“Thanks, Danse,” Artemis muttered as the blanket was carefully draped across him, the gentle motion making his chest ache in the best way possible. He still wasn’t used to the sort of loving, domestic relationship they had fallen into over time. It wasn’t perfect, they weren’t perfect, but he appreciated it more than words could express. He wanted to say more, to thank Danse for more than just the massage, more than just the chair, more than just the blanket, but his tongue always seemed to get twisted up. A simple thank you would suffice for now, it seemed.
“Of course,” Danse was smiling that sweet smile at him, the kind that made his eyes soften and his forehead crinkle up. The kind of smile that seemed so genuine and so specifically for Artemis himself, “Try to get some rest, Artemis. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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??? THANK YOU TSAMS???
I honestly didn't expect to see Nexus, especially since yesterday was the July 16th videos. But wow. Uhm.
Yeah, the second I saw him, I laughed. I'm so sorry bbg /j, I can't take you seriously. This doesn't change the fact I adore him as a character but. I needed to pause multiple times. I know he's trying to be scary or whatever, but sir. Also, why is he so tall. Nexus, why are you so tall. He made the damn body so I'm assuming he's trying to be intimidating?? Hm. The more I look at it the more I don't like it. I don't hate the model, but, you know.
"That's just monsterous, even for you." "Thank you, I've been trying." ??? So. He is. Trying to be scary? But also Nexus is talking about downgrading Ruin's computer, so who knows.
"What does he [Dark Sun] want exactly?"
"I don't know."
"You don't care, do you?"
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"The wonderful thing about me and his partnership is that as long as I don't get in the way, I get to do whatever I want." Eyeing these parts of the conversation specifically. I feel like that's going to be a problem later on.
I find it interesting that he has been able to replicate some star power abilities. And Nexus says that he didn't care about star power kdbsjs. Liar. Or not, maybe he just wanted to try replicate it for funsies. That too.
Anyway, my urge for Nexus content as been quenched. Really happy to see him again. He's trying to act edgy as hell though. Like he has for the past few months, yet I'm always surprised with how much worse he can get.
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