#it feels so Weird to be like. A key part of a fandom??

[coral-nerd]

okay so coming out of anon because I have been in your asks on anon so often lately it's frankly a little embarrassing-

so yeah, rant anon :D and a couple more anons that you got and that I'm really happy you answered!!! you're single-handedly feeding my growing interest in this game when I can't be playing it 'cause of school and stuff :D I just hope I'm not bothering youuu

(also warning, this is... longer than I thought it would be T-T please don't burn me at the stake)

How does your farmer feel about:

My farmer's name is Rome :) he/him

Farming: As soon as he got sprinklers, it got a lot more fun. He loves calculating the maximum amount of seeds that can be bought for all the money in his wallet and realizes only after what a chore it's gonna be to take care of all that every single day (unless it rains). But overall good vibes, farming is fun and he loves getting new seeds at Sam's and loves harvesting them even more - all good for artisan products or for gifting to the giants, who, alongside Wakuu and Mark, are his besties at the moment :D

Mining: LOVES the mines. Went through the silver, gold and osmium mine shaft in a single day each (upgraded pickaxe and explosives and 50% time speed :D) mostly because he felt really bad making the giants wait for their friends to be rescued - and also due to his own curiosity. and the rocks sounds. and loot. and monsters. Maybe he should have become a minor of coral island instead of farming? but then he wouldn't get to experience the joy of nursing seedlings to life, so farmer-miner life it is :D kinda like a double agent

Foraging: foraging is money, to be honest. Rome honestly just pairs foraging with catching bugs and exploring the island, his first day was exactly that - running around everywhere possibly and picking up stuff off the ground, and it paid off, so he just kept doing it. He likes gifting shiitake to Mark (the reason his friendship with Mark is so high) and has kept a secret stash of wasabi in a chest in his house because he had a strange hunch he would need it later for something but can't remember what (I honestly just had a really strong feeling I needed wasabi for something in a previous save and just kept every piece I found in this one just in case :D)

Catching: Rome loves catching bugs. Bugs are great. Sorry, Sunny, but your wife is right, bugs are the best and I love them and the moths on the island are just absolutely irresistible. There was a brief moment of frustration known as the Tiger Beetle Crisis, but thankfully, bug traps solved this issue and all is well now in bug-enthusiast land. Also, he looooves catching ocean critters. He loves the word critter. It's so cute.

Fishing: so far, Rome hates fishing due to reasons mentioned in the previous ask (rant). The fish are really pretty, but unfortunately, he just catches more trash than aquatic life, so he's waiting to give it another chance a little bit later :)

Ranching: Embarrassingly enough, as much as he loves animals (and has animals), Rome keeps *forgetting* he has animals due to the unfortunate placement of the barn and coop he chose on the other side of the farm, so he goes through about three heart-attacks a day when he can't remember if he petted his cows and chickens that day (he named all of them after characters from Greek mythology or plays). In theory, he loves ranching. In reality, he also loves ranching but is very, very forgetful about it

Combat: He's a combat lover - at first, he was driven by wanting to learn new stuff and fill the bestiary, but now that it's all filled up, his main motivation is fulfilling requests for B.O.S. or just the compulsion to play with a sword while in his beloved mines :) (Personally, I think the combat could be tweaked to work a little bit better, but honestly, it's not the main focus of the game, so I'm not mad about occasional jankiness)

Diving: Diving is a sort of 'in it for the long run' sort of affair for Rome. He refuses to dive without having an upgraded scythe, so when Ling talked to him for the first time, he really just waited to get a bronze scythe before even dipping a toe in the water, but now, he's a little ways into the gold kelp area and entering a state of 'going diving when there's extra time at the end of the day' rather than doing full-day diving trips, since he's not that much in a hurry to clear the entire ocean (don't get him wrong, he wants the roots gone as much as anybody else, but this is the one area where he kind of wants to take his time and focus on other things first

Interacting with the Islanders: Local cryptid extraordinaire, he usually emerges in the dead of night when everything else is done and runs around, giving often-not-so-thoughtful gifts to whoever he runs into. Unless it's Wakuu, in which case he usually spends a portion of his hard-earned cash to buy the object of his interest a muffin and see the smile on his face :) He tries to be nice but struggles a bit with dead-panning obvious things (as much as dialogue options in-game allow). Despite some initial awkardness, though, he's managed to make Mark warm up to him, and that's *got* to mean something, right?

He's also trying his best to befriend the giants :)

Other:

What is their favorite building material? Rome likes building with wood :) He has a pretty wooden fence + plank paths on his farm framing the tilled spaces and is pretty happy with that :) He changes things up here and there with stone

What is their decor style? It's a bit too early for Rome to really decide which decor style, so it's a bit of a mix, but his favorite items so far have come from the blossom festival, which I think is shoji? I really the screen and chair + paintings in the early game to make the little house look a little less depressing :D

Who's their love interest? as much as Rome wants to say he's not really in it for the romance or that he at least wants to explore all his options beforehand, he's really just head over heels crushing and pining after Wakuu. Maybe dyed hair is his type? He's got green hair himself :) (used to be white, but he's circulating between the two)

What's their favorite thing to grow? in terms of type, Rome loves growing the seasonal flowers because he gets to feed the bees on his farm with it (he already has eight bee houses and only plans to expand). Honeymaking is his favorite so far, probably mostly because the houses are so adorable, and the bees need a home after all :)

What's their favorite animal? In ranching, he prefers the ducks, especially his brown duck, Persephone, who has a white counterpart, Hades :D But his most favorite animal is of course his pet dog Sammy (spike bonkers) who he is slowly building a better relationship with

Bonus! What do you associate with your farmer in these categories:

Color: light blue

Season: spring

Metal: silver

I am going to burn you at the stake for not sending me more long rants!! I am so honored and grateful to get to be part of your interest in this game! And it's so great to share the love with people who also enjoy it!

Rome is a cool name, and we're green hair buddies! I do now need to request images, and of Persephone and Hades like COME ON!!! That's awesome!!!

Actually Rome and I are so oddly similar XD Totally forgetting the animals, big greek mythology nerd, refusing to do the big tasks without upgraded tools, unfounded hunch that Wasabi will somehow be important, enjoying the sound of Coral Island Rocks breaking...

I don't really care for combat though (not because of the jankiness, i just generally don't like fighting games), and I keep forgetting BOS quests are a thing! I've also only ever managed to do a single full shaft in one day, not THREE IN A ROW?!?!?! That is scarily impressive! So at least I'm not a Rome Clone XD

...what is the tiger beetle crisis???

[aidanchaser]

It's dumb

Been trying to put a pin in why I've been so miffed and out of sorts this weekend and I do think it really is that the last few months have been the most connected to a fandom I've felt since I was a kid managing forums and like. I put work into building those connections and participating in fan spaces.

I've spent two years now trying to make friends in a new fandom after having this weird island in another place for so long that I had to suddenly ship off from. Fandom relationships might be easy come easy go for some folks but it's hard for me to carve the time out and yet I carved the time out to make friends here and now that I finally feel like I have them my dash is all "oh this fandoms so dead and ide like the show anymore" and it's just like oh. Oh okay. I thought I was working for a place I belonged and I guess I was wrong

And I know that's silly. It's not logical in the least. The relationships I have forged will still be relationships that persist because they are more than just enjoying a show together. But it does kind of hurt. Just the timing of it all.

[newobsessionweekly]

Aftershock - Office Barbie

Main masterlist | The Rookie masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Tim Bradford x younger!reader

Fandom: The Rookie

Summary: Weeks later, fate (and a lost bet) brings Tim to a community conference—where you just so happen to be the key speaker.

Fluff

Warnings: sexual tension? kissing? not proofread

You didn’t expect to see him again.

Not really. You figured Sergeant Bradford belonged to that weird category of men you clash with once and remember longer than you should. Like a slow burn from a too-hot pan. Irritating, and then it lingers.

Tim wanted to leave the second they walked in.

“You two are evil,” he mutters to Lucy and Angela as they weave through city-funded booths and low-effort posters with cheap pamphlets about green living.

“This is what you get for losing a bet, Bradford,” Lucy chirps.

“I thought the punishment was brunch,” he growls.

Angela grins. “Brunch and an event. That’s how you learn humility.”

Tim’s already working on a plan to fake a phone call when the lights dim and a new voice comes through the speaker system.

Sharp. Confident. Familiar.

He turns his head—and his body goes still.

“Holy shit,” Lucy whispers beside him. “It’s her.”

Angela lifts a brow. “Tell me that’s not your girl from the construction site.”

Tim clenches his jaw. “She’s not my—”

“She called you Grinch,” Lucy interrupts, grinning. “You called her Barbie. And now she’s out here talking about carbon-neutral foundations in heels that could kill a man.”

“I think I love her,” Angela whispers.

“She’s not—” Tim tries again, but his voice dies in his throat as you scroll through your presentation, completely composed. He watches the way you move—elegant, direct, sure of yourself. You don’t look nervous. You look like the stage was built for you. Like the mic came from your purse.

You look… expensive. Like someone who knows how to win a boardroom, a bet, and a man—if you feel like it. Like the version of you he wouldn’t know how to approach, if he hadn’t already seen you in a hard hat and work boots, barking orders at construction workers during an earthquake like it was just another Tuesday.

You don’t dress like this for conferences.

Usually it’s practical shoes, maybe a sleek ponytail, something just polished enough to prove you take yourself seriously, but not too much—so no one calls you “daddy’s little intern” behind your back.

But today?

Today you wear hot pink.

The blazer is tailored, the skirt is short, and the heels are unapologetically sharp. Office Barbie realness. And you own it. You glide across the conference stage with your presentation remote in one hand and a bulletproof smile in place, heart pounding but controlled.

You’ve got this.

You’re talking sustainability in construction—carbon reduction, green infrastructure, water retention—and you know your shit better than half the men in the room who’ve been in the industry twice as long as you’ve been alive.

But then you see him.

Scowling like someone dragged him here against his will, still looking too good in a plain black T-shirt and jeans. And still somehow managing to make his scowl sexy.

You inhale, steady your hands on the remote. You don’t let it show. Not the way your stomach tightens or how your heart does a messy skip at the sight of him. You keep your voice level and your smile unfazed.

Because this isn’t the time. Or the place.

But God, you missed that face.

Tim hears words. He knows you’re talking about sustainability, about long-term environmental impact, about scalable urban design. He even recognizes a few terms. But none of it sticks. All he can focus on is the curve of your mouth when you speak, the fierce spark in your eyes, the way you command the room like you own every inch of it.

He's absolutely screwed.

Lucy elbows him hard. “Close your mouth, Bradford.”

“I’m not—”

“You’re drooling,” Angela stage-whispers.

“I’m going to kill both of you,” he growls.

“You’re welcome,” Lucy sings.

The second you step off stage, the conference organizer pulls you aside. Praise, compliments, the usual. But your eyes keep darting to the back of the room, where the tall, broody one is whispering furiously to his two grinning companions.

“What are you doing?” Tim hisses.

Lucy clasps her hands like a rom-com fairy godmother. “Helping you get laid. Now shut up and be nice.”

Angela tugs her away. “Don’t be a caveman. Go say hi.”

Tim glares after them. But he moves.

God, he looked even better up close. A little scruffier than last time. Brooding. And his eyes—so blue they could knock the wind out of you.

Tim gave you a slow once-over, and that smirk hit.

He stands there, hands in his pockets, the corner of his mouth just barely tipped up. That same annoyingly sexy, broody look on his face. Blue shirt stretched across his shoulders like a sin.

“Office Barbie suits you.”

You roll your eyes—but you’re smiling. “Still calling me that?”

“Still acting like you don’t love it?”

You step closer, arms crossed. “What are you doing here, Grinch?”

“Lost a bet.”

You bite your lip to hold in the laugh. “That explains the permanent scowl.”

Tim glanced at the now-empty stage, then back at you. “You were good.”

“Only ‘good’?” you teased, stepping closer. “I worked on that presentation for weeks.”

He tilted his head, eyes lingering on your mouth. “To be honest, I didn’t hear most of it.”

“Oh?” You raised your brows, pretending offense. “Too many big words for you?”

His mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Too many distractions.”

Your cheeks warmed. But you didn’t flinch. “That sounds like a you problem.”

“Maybe,” he said, eyes dropping briefly—pointedly—to your legs before dragging back up to your eyes. “But the view was decent.”

You let out a soft laugh and cocked a hip. “You flirting with me, Sergeant?”

He stepped closer. “Would it work?”

“Depends.” You toyed with the button of your blazer. “Are you here to arrest me for having too many words in my presentation?”

“Didn't bring cuffs."

You gave him a slow, deliberate once-over.

“That’s too bad. I did prefer the uniform.”

He smiled. Actually smiled. It was a little crooked. A little dangerous.

And it did things to your insides.

Before you could say something even more reckless, a voice called your name. One of your professors—old, sweet, the type who’d ask you for lecture slides in a USB drive.

“I should go."

But when you started to step away, he reaches for your wrist—not grabbing, just touching. His fingers brush against your skin and it jolts through you like a live wire.

“Wait—can I get your number?” he asks.

You pause. Smirk.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He raises a brow. “You’d rather I stalk you?”

You lean in slightly, lips just shy of his ear.

“You’ll have to catch me first.”

Then you’re gone—heels clicking as you cross the room, leaving him standing there with a frustrated groan and a look that says challenge accepted.

The event wrapped up an hour later, long after the panels ended and the buzz of too many conversations filled the air.

And there he was.

Leaning against his truck like he belonged there. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Watching you approach like he hadn’t been doing exactly that since the second you walked in.

You slowed, one brow raised. “Stalking me now?”

He shrugged. “Maybe I’m just being polite.”

You glanced at the truck. “Didn’t think Grinches offered rides to strangers.”

He stepped forward, opened the passenger door for you like a damn gentleman. “Get in, Princess Barbie.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

The inside of Tim’s truck is warm. Smells faintly like pine and leather and whatever cologne clings to him naturally, subtle but unmistakably him and masculine in a way that makes your thighs press together instinctively. You settle into the passenger seat, crossing your legs, careful to tug your skirt down as far as it'll go.

He starts the engine. Glances at you. “Seatbelt, Barbie.”

You smirk. “Worried about my safety, Sargeant?”

His jaw flexes, his eyes on the road now. “Always.”

Silence falls for a beat, thick and brimming with the words neither of you are ready to say. Then he clears his throat.

“So… what are you studying exactly?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Civil engineering. Sustainability focus. You know, boring stuff.”

He scoffs. “Didn’t look boring from where I was sitting.”

You give him a side glance. “You mean from where you were staring?”

His mouth twitches—almost a smile. “You were hard to miss.”

You feign surprise. “Because of the heels or the facts?”

Tim shoots you a look. “Definitely the heels.”

You laugh, and he exhales like he can finally breathe again. The ease between you returns, like it never left—not after the earthquake, not after the adrenaline wore off.

Not even after weeks apart.

The car settles into a smooth cruise, city lights rolling past the windows. Tim rests his right elbow on the center console. His fingers dangle—casual, relaxed. Then they brush against the bare skin of your thighs.

Heat crackles up your spine. You don’t move. Neither does he. His pinky drags the lightest line over your skin—so subtle it could’ve been an accident. But it’s not. You both know it.

You shift, just barely. His finger follows.

Still, neither of you look at each other. You chew your lip.

“You were impressive today,” he says, voice lower now. “Seriously.”

You glance at him.

“Thanks,” you say, softer. “I wasn’t sure anyone actually listened.”

“I did,” he murmurs. “Mostly.”

Your brow lifts. “Mostly?”

“I was distracted.”

You smirk. “By the visuals?”

“By your mouth,” he says simply. “Hard to focus on what you’re saying when you look like that.”

A pulse flutters in your throat. You open your mouth to answer—but then the car slows. A red light.

And suddenly, he turns. His fingers shift, pressing slightly into the inside of your thigh. His other hand leaves the wheel. And then he leans in.

You meet him halfway.

The kiss starts soft—testing, brushing. But your lips part almost immediately, like your body was waiting for this, begging for it. His hand cups your cheek. Yours tangle in the collar of his shirt. His tongue slips past your lips, deep and claiming.

It’s slow for a second. Then it’s not. The kiss turns wild—hungry, open-mouthed, teeth and breath and want. Like all the flirting, the near-misses, the power plays between you were just foreplay for this.

Your back arches into the kiss. His hand slides up your thigh, firm and confident. You gasp softly against his mouth, and he swallows the sound like it feeds him.

Then someone honks, announcing the green light. You both freeze.

Tim pulls back slowly, his forehead resting against yours for a beat before he straightens and puts the truck in gear again, cursing under his breath as he drives. His fingers never leave your thigh.

He pulls up in front of your apartment building, cuts the engine, and hops out to open your door before you can even unbuckle.

Chivalry looks good on him.

You step out, heart pounding, the kiss still tingling on your lips. But the second you’re on the sidewalk, his eyes are on your mouth again.

You smile up at him, voice low and teasing. “You know… I live alone.”

He raises an eyebrow, lips twitching. “As an cop, I suggest you stop saying that to strangers.”

You grin. “Didn’t know you were a stranger back in the car, Sergeant.”

He steps closer and kisses you again. Harder this time. Wilder. His hands find your waist, dragging you against him as your fingers tangle in the front of his shirt. You kiss him like you’ve been waiting—because you have. For weeks. For months. For this exact moment.

You fumble with your keys, still kissing, still gasping between touches.

The door opens. Neither of you stop as you kick the door shut with your heel.

Tim presses you up against it, his mouth hot and hungry on your neck.

You pull his shirt over his head—god, he’s ripped—and he does the same to you, sliding your blazer off your shoulders, fingers grazing your skin, leaving heat in their wake. You gasp when his lips find your collarbone.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs.

You look him in the eye. “Don’t you dare.”

[cececat]

STH FanStory Recommendations:

As well as writing, I have found myself also reading an awful amount of Sonic-related fanfiction and comics recently… So, I thought I’d share a few of my favourites in case anyone else has found themselves hyper-fixating over this fandom like I have recently 🦔

I’ll try to put them in sections but please note that quite a few of the topics tend to overlap. Oh and also, there happens to be an awful lot of Sonadow shipping too, because even if it’s not always the key focus in the story, it always seems to make its way into the things I consume now apparently 😅 So I’ll be sure to tag with 💙🖤❤️ if that’s relevant.

I hope you like this list (it took quite a while to put together) and be sure to show all of these stories and creators some love! 👇👇 👇

And obviously I had to start this list by plugging my own fanfiction stories, because I've been putting so much work into them and they will be updated regularly, while also making lots of other stuff as well... So please follow and/or subscribe for that... 😉 archiveofourown.org/users/cececatcreates

Live Action Universe:

Concord by EvieNyx (@evienyx) - [Complete] 💙🖤❤️ Focuses on Shadow after the third SCU movie. It’s really cute, and I feel like it accurately portrays movie-Shadow’s thoughts and memories, mixing together elements of the films with fan theories and other STH media canon.

Project Guardian by AealZX @aealzx - [Ongoing] Again, after the third SCU movie (there’s quite a few of them 😅) but Shadow is taken in as a fourth Wachowski sibling, who has to recover from severe injuries. Some art is included, and it’s just really sweet all-in-all.

Secrets In Our Quills by @nebrasska-alasska - [Ongoing] 💙🖤❤️ I’m sure many of you are already aware of their amazing stories, but this one is the longest so far, and also the closest to being completed. But if you like Sonadow slowburn and plenty of gay fluff, you should definitely read all of their incredible fanfics.

A Junk Yard Of Possibilities by CrazyForClones (@crazyforclones) - [Complete] This story looks at what happened to Agent Stone after Dr Robotnik’s death and focuses on the potentially adorable friendship that could blossom between him and Tails.

Family Loading… Please Wait by Humanities_Handbag ( @humanityinahandbag) & Invader_Sam (@smerfols) - [Ongoing] This quickly became a favourite, as it did with many others. 💕 It starts all the way back with the Wachowski’s adopting Sonic and then Tails and Knuckles and eventually Stone and Shadow, and it’s just the biggest, cutest family dynamic.

What Makes Us Who We Are by EmmaSmoke ( @emmasmoke8) - This is about the Mobians doing certain things their Earth animal counterparts would naturally do. My favourite parts are definitely Tails doing adorable fox things and Tom and Maddie trying to figure out what the heck all their anthropomorphic alien children are doing. 😅

Suspended by CheetahBoy (@90sfr3sh) - This looks at what could have happened if Sonic and Tails didn't get rescued by Maddie and Rachel during the second film. It's such a cool concept, I'm very excited to see what happens next! 😁

General / Alternate Universes:

Sonic Wave by Sharp_Silver (@sharp-silver-fanfic) - [Ongoing] I really love this story! 💕 It’s basically a full retelling of the STH universe lore, taking elements from all different bits of media. It’s been crazy good so far, so please give them your support!

Weird Science by satan_official - [Ongoing] 💙🖤❤️ This one is really interesting and it sort of makes me think of Equestria Girls (for any MLP fans out there!) but instead it’s Sonic and Shadow who are stuck in human bodies on the human world. It’s a bit different but really great so far 😁

Fixing Fractured Worlds We Briefly Broke by TheLittleStar_tm - [Ongoing] 💙🖤❤️ This is a fellow Prime fanstory, focusing on the trauma of all the Green Hills characters we already all know and love in the aftermath of season 3. 💔

Boom To Another Dimension by Gamerblade - [Ongoing] Explores what could happen if the SCU Live Action film characters were sent to the Sonic Boom universe, with pretty regular updates being uploaded so far. 😊

Into The Tailsverse by TheCatCacoon - [Ongoing] This one has a bunch of my favourite little two-tailed foxes, and, as someone who is also exploring bringing different Miles Prowers together, it’s intriguing to see how someone else writes these characters 🦊

Culture Shock by foggystarrs (@foggystarrs) - [Ongoing] 💙🖤❤️ Purely a Sonadow fanfiction, but it looks at hedgehog / Mobian courting behaviour and is just really cute 🥰 If you are a fan of oblivious gay and alien hedgehogs, you’ll probably love this one.

Others / Comics:

Sonic Desolation by Wren Rivers (@sonicdesolation by TrenchCoatGecko) - [Ongoing] This is a crazy detailed comic set around the events of the Sonic Forces game where Sonic is struggling with PTSD from what Infinite did to him during his imprisonment.

Heart Of A Monster by SuperEmeralds (@the-heart-of-a-monster by @superemerarts) - [Ongoing] Another insanely detailed comic, which is a retelling of Sonic Unleashed. Its so well done, plus there's a gentle sprinkling of platonic Sonadow.

Team Dark Supernova Odyssey by @sharpedgedfool (@teamdarksupernovaodyssey) - [Ongoing] This is a space opera comic revolving around found family and adventure themes, set as a hypothetical spin-off to the Shadow the Hedgehog video game.

Sonic Boom Revisited by @multiisketch , @mama-qwerty. & @star-stages (@sonicboomrevisited) - [Ongoing] This comic is amazing. A bit darker than the original series, but has just been so gripping so far. Regular updates too! Definitely recommended! 👍

Second Chance by @sumju - 💙🖤❤️ - Who doesn’t love a Sonadow comic?? Plus Tails is adorable as usual (and reminding Shadow of Maria 😭) so that’s an added bonus 🧡

Infested by @flightyalrighty - [Ongoing] Viewer discretion advised for this one, it seems pretty dark...

Ask the Sonic Verse by @verizzafai (@asksonicverse) 💙🖤❤️ - [Ongoing] This is a fun, silly ongoing series which focuses on different versions of Sonadow all being stuck in the same room and getting sent questions from the audience.

Low Light by @verizzafai (@soniclowlightau) 💙🖤❤️ - Only a few pages so far, but looks very promising!

Broken Future by @teamchillidogs 💙🖤❤️ - [Ongoing] A tragic re-telling of an alternate ending of Sonic Adventure 2.

Silver's Parent Trap by @evilgenius-prower 💙🖤❤️ - A silly AU where Silver is actually the adopted future child of Sonadow and goes back in time to try and save his dads lives.

Eggsperiments by @prince-less - This is a new concept so there's not much content about it yet, but I really hope it becomes either a proper comic or fanfic or something similar, because I'm such a sucker for alternate stories of Sonic and Tails being the best brothers, and this a really cool idea 🥺

Sonadow Future by @torusonicpilled 💙🖤❤️- [Ongoing] Another newer one, with a few fanfic chapters and a few comic pages, but they've already got me interested from the idea that Tails can be resurrected, so I'm excited to see where it goes next ☺️

Sonic & The Olympus Heroes by @miitarion - Not sure if this will be continued as it was only shared quite recently, so might just be a one-off, but the art is incredible; Definitely worth a read! ✨

@mercurio-shadowz - They've not been following a particular storyline, but their art and short comics (especially about Shadow being a closeted gay disaster) are awesome. 🤩

Incomplete / Unfinished:

These are a bunch of stories that I really grew to love but they either stopped too long ago and so are presumably forgotten about, or may have been abandoned entirely and will likely never receive any conclusions. I’ve included when they were last updated, but only read these at your own discretion! ⚠️

• Can’t Defeat A Genius Without Taking His Brain by xenoon [4 months] • Deepest Desire by Tirainy [5 years] 💙🖤❤️ • Mad About You by Cherivide [1 year] 💙🖤❤️ • Sonic The Second Speedster by ItsZaira [1 year] • Sonic the Vagabond Hedgehog by @trekkerac (@tatck) [1 year] - This quickly became a favourite; Sonic and Tails' relationship is so adorable 😭 But you might only want to read the first issue and think of it as complete, since the second issue isn't complete and hasn't been touched for a year or so... 😔

I've tagged as many people as I can and might come back to this list later if I find more that I enjoy, but for now I think (hope!) it's mostly up to date 💖

[pomegranatesandtangerines]

based off this post

how I think (some of) the Dungeon Meshi characters would interact with an isekai-ed reader who's hyperfixation is dungeon meshi

includes: Laios, Falin, Kabru, and Toshiro (Shuro)

Laios

im imaging reader meeting him when he was a child

a little after Falin was born and after he was given the dungeon gourmet guide

reader actively seeking him out but kinda starts freaking out when they actually see him

reader decides to go with the approach being interested in his book

Laios was suspicious at first ( the book is one of the main reasons he got bullied )

but after some time and patience he got comfortable with you

I feel that Laios would be very attached to reader

like someone besides his sister who gets him, listens to him, communicates with him, etc.

listen as someone who is very hyperfixated on dungeon meshi at the moment I would be so invested in learning about monsters

and Laios is more then happy to talk about it for hours

reader making a point to support his dream of exploring the dungeons bc his parents are dicks

he wouldn't really be weirded out by reader seems to know so much about him, maybe early on but over time I feel he would just be glad to have someone like that by his side

low-key though,,, I think there would be a small small part of him that is kinda jealous over how reader seems to just,, get some people

Falin

I see reader being her number one hype-person as a child

reader would also beg her to teach them some magic

I think that Falin and reader would meet through Laios

Falin while she is outcasted from her home town, is still a litter more sociable then her brother

but what had her truly open up was not only the readers support of her magical talent but also the readers interest in learning about how biology works in this world

she also info dumps a ton

you know how she kept bringing Marcille things cause she wanted to eat them with her

she would 100% do that with reader,,, and the amount would increase when Laios leaves

Kabru

he would be veryyy fascinated by the reader

his hyperfixation is people. studying them, their anatomy, psychology, how they tick

he would absolutely notice how reader picks up on things, knows things about some people without even having met them, predict events

to put it simply he wants to study reader under a microscope but is also extremely suspicious of them

he's also gonna pull out all the stops to try charm his way into understanding reader

his distrust sky rockets the first time they lock eyes, he can see it in his eyes, this look of understanding the deepest parts of him

he does not like it

it takes a long ass time for him trust them and genuinely open up again

reader making a point to ask things that will make him want to info dump

"hey did you notice how x was acting today" or "did you hear that x and y got together? do you think they'll make it?"

gossip buddies

Toshiro

ALRIGHT LET ME START BY SAYING THIS, HE IS WAYYYY TOO MISCHARACTERIZED IN THIS FANDOM

and reader would be all too aware of this as well

he is heavily implied to have a hyperfixation on bugs, and had to at a young age become a master at masking and picking up on social norms

but anyways-

he would think reader is weird, mostly bc they would remind him of laios

slowly but surely I feel he would feel more comfortable

another case of the way to his heart is through the info dump

maybe walking back from a little adventure and noticing a beetle and showing him

now hes not gonna be as outwardly as excited as Laios

but it is slightly noticeable that he is interested and excited

reader offers to give it to him and asks him some questions

less info dumping and more info sprinkling but still he does like to talk about it

I think he would appreciate how they seem to pick up on his smaller details, maybe not a perfectly but still

[mcytshipsandmore]

Ok so after watching all of Jimmy’s 3rd life POV I’ve come to the conclusion that Flower Husbands is NOT toxic. I understand that Scott punches Jimmy sometimes during the season but I rlly don’t feel like it’s abusive?? Like they’re both looking out for eachother (the only time Scott hits Jimmy in 3rd life is bc he’s trying to get him to be reasonable or to not start anything)?? They both want to be together?? They both love eachother a lot?? Scott’s ending was LITERALLY him being with Jimmy and living a domestic life in their little flower field hobbit place?? In TWO different SMP’s he dies and dreams of a domestic life with his husband?? Jimmy was the one that gave Scott that poppy in the first place?? Guys?? They’re in love???

AND even if they were toxic in anyway why are we angry Abt it?? This fandom LOVES scarian and I thought there whole thing was being the token toxic yaoi couple??? GUYS??? Why are you ok with scarian and not flower husbands??? Even tho scarian’s whole thing in this fandom seems to be the toxicity for the most part?? Hello???

(Btw this isn’t hate on scarian or anything I’m just kind of confused as to how the fandom rlly got to this conclusion and I hatee the idea that a lot of ppl believe they’re toxic bc rlly they’re not and it angers me smm and I KNOWWW it’s just silly Minecraft block ppl but they’re MY silly Minecraft block ppl and will NOT allow ppl to dirty their name!1!1! /hj)

Erm anyway sorry for disturbing you guys flower husbands just low-key altered my brain chemistry. They were literally my first ever ship (I found them from ESMP S1) and I was insane Abt them for soo long and I’m insane Abt them still and god I miss them, Scott and Jimmy I’m on my knees BEGGING for you to bring them back. Properly. PLEASEE 🙏🙏 /nf

so about the hitting part, hitting has a different connotation in minecraft than it does in real life. In minecraft, its often used to get someones attention (like tapping a shoulder) or to stop them from doing something (like a physical restraint) so it feels weird to say that all hitting done in minecraft is bad. There are different reasons one player would hit another, it depends on context.

-🍫

[koipepo]

Why do you choose to ship sammick? Genuine question like what do u like about this ship?

hmm i dont really choose to ship them, just like with other ships from other fandoms, i just let myself feel and draw anything i gravitate towards.

i can list why i like sammick tho:

i already liked Sammie the first time i saw the trailer (he just got that perfect cute protagonist face that im drawn to, this one i dont know how to explain lol) so he was always going to be my fandom bicycle from the get go.

Remmick. Funny guy, weird guy, creepy guy, very VERY interesting. i didnt expect much from him at first, i was ready to just enjoy a simple vampire hunting flick. it was already a plus that he wasn't just a simple klan-level racist white guy who happened to be a vampire, yet he ended up so much more than that. His character and lore are meant to be speculated and theorized, and big part on why we had that peek into his origin is because of Sammie!

Sammie IS the target, Sammie IS the plot, and the plot's big bad monster Remmick wants him BAD. even if you dont ship them, it's undeniable that this predator/prey dynamic is the key to the movie. We had a close up on Remmick's grinning face when he heard Sammie in the joint for god's sake, the movie WANTED you to get that Remmick did all of that insanity in Sinners because he wanted to get Sammie.

the fact that Sammie, a young black man (hes pretty and beautfiul as a wife to me but hes still a man) in jim crow era gets the special horror female protagonist treatment (being gifted and coveted by terrible monster for it) is just doing it for me.

vampires??? the default sensual monster everybody and their grandma love? (i didnt before Sinners but thats beside the point) how it lends itself perfectly to oral fixation?? making it even more sensual?? also usually have uncomfortable sexual power/manipulation over their victims? vampies?

I always love toxic or even straight up noncon ships. this isn't my first rodeo or even the "worst" one (see: thramsay) and sammick checks all the list effortlessly. im not trying to make sammick to be consensual, fluffy ship at all-- that takes all the spices on what makes this ship interesting! so maybe for someone who usually like romantically "unproblematic" ships, it doesn't make sense to them that someone would love sammick. but if you treat shipping also as exploration of taboo personal fears like i do, sammick is very interesting and a very healthy outlet to explore those things safely. it's free for all sandbox in fictional realm baby!

[fluentmoviequoter]

Care Now and Forever (Starting Now)

Part 2 of Care Now and Forever

Requested Here!

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!reader

Summary: You faint and Deacon takes care of you. As you wonder how he manages to be exactly where you need him to be, Deacon plans to start forever with you.

Warnings: r faints, depictions of anemia/iron deficiency, brief mention of blood, fluff and comfort galore

Word Count: 1.0k+ words

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Yawning again, you glance at the clock and frown. It’s not even lunchtime, but you’re so fatigued you are having trouble staying upright. You stand to refill your water, then lower your hand back to your seat as you grow dizzy. Since the last time you passed out around Deacon, you’ve been better about ensuring your iron levels stay consistent and you are hydrated, but you’re having an off day.

In the kitchen, you get another glass of water and a snack, hoping it will help you feel better and get you through the rest of the day. You check your phone after receiving a text from Deacon promising homemade dinner when he gets off tonight. Before you can reply, your phone rings with an incoming call.

“Hi, Deacon,” you greet. “I was just texting you.”

“Should I hang up and let you finish?” he jokes.

“I suppose I could just tell you. Dinner sounds great.”

“Good. How are you feeling? You sound tired.”

Deacon has a sixth sense about you and your health, so you’re not surprised he can tell that simply from your voice.

“I am, but other than that, I’m all good. How’s work?”

“Slow. Which… Let me call you back? Hicks is calling us over.”

“Sure. I love you.”

“I love you,” Deacon replies before ending the call.

You return to the couch and sit carefully, sipping your water and eating your snack in measured bites. A metallic, coppery taste invades your senses, and your stomach flips as if you ingested blood. After another drink of water, your phone chimes, but you feel off-balance and don’t reach for it, opting to take deep breaths to remain conscious.

A key slides into the lock on your front door several minutes after your head clears, and you furrow your brows as you stand. Deacon steps inside with a bright smile, and you take several hurried steps forward to greet him with a hug. Just before you reach him, you stop and blink once before your legs buckle.

Deacon watches your eyes as he extends his arms. He catches you without a problem and carries you carefully to the couch. Watching your chest rise and fall, Deacon wonders what happened. You were fine earlier; you sounded tired, a symptom of iron deficiency, but you’ve been eating well, staying hydrated, and keeping him updated, so he’s confused about the sudden fainting.

“Hey, you with me?” Deacon asks, gently tapping your cheek.

You hum and squeeze your eyes closed tighter. “Did I faint?”

“Better question is why did you faint?” he counters. “Have you eaten today?”

“Yeah, I ate and drank water. Right before you got here, I got this weird blood taste in my mouth.”

“I’ll make an appointment with your doctor if you want. For now, what do you need?”

You open your eyes, smile, and look pointedly at Deacon's muscular arm resting beside you. He sighs, still smiling, and moves onto the couch to tug you against his chest. Your water and snacks are still within reach, and you take several bites while your senses return.

“Feeling better yet?” Deacon asks.

“I think you’re the magic cure,” you answer with a nod. “Maybe you should just quit your job and stay with me all of the time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier you weren’t feeling great?”

“I thought it would pass, it wasn’t like the last time, just some dizziness and the weird taste.”

“But you’re not actually bleeding?”

“Not that I know of.”

Deacon brushes his hand over your hair and kisses your forehead.

“What do you think happened?”

“Maybe you just missed me so desperately that your body reacted dramatically,” Deacon teases. “Alternatively, you might be slightly anemic or stressed; there are lots of possibilities.”

“You always seem to show up right before something happens,” you muse.

Deacon smiles but doesn’t comment on his ability to be in the right place at the right time when it comes to you. “Do you want me to order dinner?”

“We can cook,” you offer. “I’m feeling much better.”

“Sweetheart,” Deacon sighs. “Don’t jump back into doing too much too fast.”

You nod and grip Deacon’s wrist as you grow dizzy again. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I’ll order the food, you sit here, look pretty, and stay conscious, okay?”

“I can do two of the three, but you have to pick which.”

“Faint and you become a comedian,” Deacon grumbles with faux grumpiness. “Any requests for dinner?”

“You can pick,” you reply. “And, Deacon? Thank you.”

“For?”

“Taking care of me, being here, everything.”

“The care is a given, now and forever, because I love you. I really wish you’d start telling me when you feel off, but I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Your phone buzzes as Deacon makes a call to your favorite restaurant. Unwilling to risk leaning forward, you leave it on the table and watch Deacon. Every little thing he does communicates his care for you, and you’ve known from the beginning that he shows his care in remarkable ways because he loves like you’ve never been loved before.

“Food will be here in thirty minutes,” Deacon says as he returns. “What else do you need?”

“You really want to take care of me?” Deacon smiles because he obviously does, and you ask, “Sit with me?”

Deacon takes the place beside you and welcomes you under his arm. Leaning against his shoulder, you look into Deacon’s eyes and thank him again.

“Will you go to the doctor with me? It’s not fair to either of us that this keeps happening.”

“Anytime,” Deacon assures. “What did you do today?”

“Not much. I got some work done this afternoon but started feeling bad around lunch. You’ll be glad to know I took your advice and rested, drank water, and had some food rather than pushing through.”

“I am glad to know that. However, you keep forgetting the most important advice which is to call me.”

“I think you’re secretly Spider-Man and your senses tingle, so you know to come home anyway.”

Deacon smiles at your phrasing. He doesn’t care that you just compared him to a superhero, but you called your house a collective home, and Deacon thinks the idea of a shared future with you sounds perfect. His promise to care for you forever is just the beginning, and now he wants to start forever with you.

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part twelve: childhood || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

02: PAST, YESTERDAY

characters presentation here ; all the parts here

"When did you decide to play the guitar? I've never seen you here" you say to the child, putting your bass in the case "I started a few weeks ago. How about you?" he asks, and you think about it "I've been playing my bass for a long time now, I was 5 when I started!" You say, smiling at him, and he nods before walking back with his group

That Sae Itoshi was weird, but really good with his guitar. His guitar teacher always talked to your bass teacher about how he was a phenomenon, that's why you decided to talk to him for the first time, but he didn't seem particularly interested in you. Maybe he's shy, but you don't know

"Wait, Itoshi!" you say running towards him, the bass weighing on your shoulders "I'm convinced I can handle the speed with which you play your guitar, I can be your bassist!" you say, and he seems to think about it “Are you good?” he asks raising an eyebrow, and you nod "Many say that I am the best bassist of my age, in our music school" you say a little embarrassed. You see him a little perplexed as he takes the case over his shoulder "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?" he asks, and you shake your head to say no, following him with a smile on your face

As you walk towards Sae's house, you think about how you ended up in this situation: you don't even know why you care so much about being his bassist, but you think that he is capable of giving you notes that can make you electrify. You've been playing bass for 5 years now, and when you heard that the new guitarist at the music school you go was looking for some good bass players, you took the opportunity. Sae is 12 years old, a little older than you, but he already seems to be great at what he does; you have fairly high expectations, both on his part and on your part

"Come, we can go to the garage" says the child entering a small garden, taking a path that surrounds the road, which leads to the back. You follow him, looking around curiously, noticing how the outside of the house is very nice. When you arrive at the back Sae takes you into the already open garage, which overlooks a very well-kept garden, probably from her mother "You can connect your bass to that speaker. Shall we try some songs?" he asks, plugging in his guitar, and you nod, following the order that he gave you “You start, I'll join you and give you the right rhythm. After all, that's what the bass does"

Sae begins, and after a few seconds you join him: you both start playing a strong melody from a song you studied in music school, one you particularly like. Even though you've never played together you seem to have been doing it for a long time, as if a chemical reaction had taken place between your bass and his guitar. Play for minutes on end, until you reach the end

“That was so cool!” you say happy, but he doesn't seem to share the same happiness, despite being calm "It was nice. Let's try again with something else" he says, and you nod getting into position, yours fingers on the bass keys. For the second time you start playing without any problems, and you feel so happy to finally have someone who can give you emotions when he plays: you've been playing for a while, you know how it works to be paired with someone for a duet, you've always gotten along well with everyone because you're talented, but you've never had fun. But now you're doing it, you're not the only one with so much talent. It's satisfying, magical, beautiful

But as you play, you notice how someone is peeking from the last step of the garage stairs, the ones that probably lead to the first floor

Finished playing, Sae puts down the guitar, climbing onto the first step "Rin!" he says, and you are confused "If you are interested, you can come down. Observing is rude" says Itoshi, and a child comes out from behind the door, that is, from where he was hiding while he was looking at you "Sorry, Nii San" says the child coming down the stairs, looking down and apologetic

Seeing him like this, he is probably his younger brother; he could be your age, since you should be more or less the same height. He is quite different from Sae, except for the marked undereyelashes, perhaps a symbol of the Itoshi family: he has dark green hair, teal eyes and chubby cheeks. He is quite a bit shorter than Sae, that's why you're convinced he's his younger brother

When he reaches the garage floor, after going down the stairs, his gaze shifts to you: you observe each other for a few seconds, you curious about him and him for who knows what reason, which however doesn't make him look away

"Rin, I told you it's rude to stare. Introduce yourself to her" Sae says, walking over, placing a hand on his shoulder. Rin becomes serious again, standing up straight "I'm Rin Itoshi. I'm Sae's younger brother" the boy says, and Sae nods "He's 10, you should be the same age, right?" he asks, and you nod "I have 10 too, yeah"

Rin's gaze continually shifts between you and your bass as he stands a few feet away from you. You look at him curiously "Do you like my bass?" you ask, moving closer, and he takes a few steps back "Oh, yes" he says uncertainly, but you don't seem bothered by his uncertainty "Do you play an instrument too?" you ask, and Sae walks away, returning to his guitar, which he puts back on

“He said he wants to start sing-” Sae says, but is cut off from the ringing voice of his brother

"I want to play bass"

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[mariuspompom]

What seems weird to me in retrospect is that, if you remove the key plot point of Javert harassing and basically killing Fantine for no reason other than her being a helpless prostitute that he considers repulsive, and in general if you remove all the shit that he's done, his bigotry and his bootlicking, what is even the point of his character? Like why even gaf about him? That's literally what makes him a legendary character, that's what makes his final realisation and suicide actually moving and compelling? That's what makes his virtues (namely his earnest devotion, his honesty, his abnegation) so remarkable? What is even the point of Javert if you deny that his social origin (him being a class traitor) gave birth to this blind and fanatical desire to be irreproachable which is precisely what made him commit atrocities? You do need the second part of this thesis if you want to properly appreciate the first part (his social origin and his desire to be irreproachable). If you remove his atrocities then all you're left with is a marginalized underdog, which is cool except that we already have like 30 of those in the book. I guess a part of the fandom sanitizes Javert to the fullest because they feel really uncomfortable with his character progression and they need to justify their compassion for him by removing his highly problematic canon personality. But you don't need to. Seriously, free yourself from this and embrace the fact that human beings are pretty complex and multifaceted and that you can absolutely be shattered by Javert's suicide and feel extreme compassion for this character because he is one of les misérables, while at the same time spending his life as a pretty vile human being. I get that this may make one uncomfortable but art doesn't always have to comfort you personally. His character is meant to be unsettling and your narrative of Javert being a poor victim of society who didn't know any better and was just obsessed with Valjean because reasons frankly makes him fit in a tidy box with a bow. Severus Snape has more nuance than fanon Javert and he deserves more than this. Like idk how to explain this, even if you see Javert as a character with an ambiguous/grey morality instead of a one-note antagonist (and you're not wrong), you do need to acknowledge his "black side" because otherwise, you don't end up with an ambiguous grey character at all, you end up with an odourless tasteless white slate board.

[sarcasmisavirtue]

This is a hot take even though I’m not sure why this isn’t that widespread… Regulus WAS NOT some poor innocent baby who was rebellious and righteous and soft in need of protection or whatever. And the characterization of him as such and erasure of him being a VERY WILLING death eater is fucking lame

Now, I like his character as much as the next person. BUT…It almost feels like the fandom took Sirius, Remus, and Lily’s personalities then fiddled with them a little, smacked them together, made him all forced and shit, and topped it off with just giving Jily’s pre-existing dynamic to Jegulus.

Is Jegulus interesting to me? Yes. But I loathe how it’s portrayed a lot of the time. And don’t get me started on the cheating on Lily plotlines and the demonizing of my girl in a lot of fics/lesbianizing to make it work. I don’t mind bi Lily. But making her lesbian just feels…Weird? A key part of her storyline IS her (debatable) love for James and eventually Harry. Even if she didn’t like James at first. And people make the argument “Oh it’s so misogynistic to have her life center around how much she loves her kid/husband!!” As if taking away that autonomy by erasing that part of her entirely isn’t because women ‘aren’t allowed to truly enjoy being a wife and mother’ and therefore misogynistic by demonizing a woman having the autonomy to enjoy ‘stereotypically feminine roles’. And they’re the ones limiting this canonically very cool and badass character to that by making said argument.

Could go on a rant about the characterization of Lily too but this isn’t about her

Also im not adding that to say Jily is the perfect end all be all ship. I could talk about Jily by itself any day because there’s so much to it. BUT, it’s still relevant.

In general, i just think justice should be served to Regulus + Lily. Love them both but some of yall do them DIRTY.

Regulus was a bigot. Point blank. He BELIEVED IN VOLDEMORT. Point blank.

And realistically speaking, it’s not even HINTED he betrayed Voldemort because he GAF about muggles. It was all about Kreacher. Which in and of itself is really interesting.

He was a death eater. He committed war crimes, probably torture, and murdered many people. He was in Voldemort’s inner circle.

He was not your UwU soft boy kitten who must be protected. He CANONICALLY was eager to be a death eater. Proud of it. He was the perfect pureblood boy. So many interesting things can be done with that but instead people decide to just butcher him and make him frankly very boring

Also no, he WOULD NOT get along with Remus/Lily. Lily was a muggleborn. Remus was a poor halfblood. Regulus was a death eater. And no, Regulus WOULD NOT support Wolfstar whether he was homophobic or not. Because, again, Remus was a poor halfblood.

Also he probably wouldn’t have a big beef with Snape like some of yall act like he would. Would he probably dislike him for being a poor halfblood? Yes. But he WOULD NOT GAF about him tormenting muggle born students unless it was for reasons OTHER than their blood status. (Like writing him to think it’s pathetic of him to hex first years when he’s much older. Etc.) Just because he was good to house elves (namely Kreacher. Though if it was on a wider scale isn’t really concrete to my knowledge and you can do whatever you want with it) doesn’t mean he was good to muggle borns.

I could go on a rant about Regulus’s character for days but like moral of the story

Absolutely hate how much people butcher him

Let Regulus be a bad person with nuance and his own character/personality beyond offbrand Remus, Sirius if he took the dark mark and was a little bit quieter, and the replacement for Lily

ALSO, he WAS NOT some sort of fucking pariah? The only reason he would’ve been isolated was because of Sirius, at best. But I doubt they’d be out here bullying heir black. Especially because he has ties to the Malfoy and Lestrange families via Bellatrix and Narcissa.

Also the fact he was allowed into Voldy’s inner circle ALONE says a lot about his talent, personality, and general capabilities

ALSO ALSO the fact that they use him to replace Peter as the fourth Marauder.

They WOULD NOT fuck with each other let’s be for real 😭

Like I said I like Jegulus but not how it’s portrayed 99% of the time. Like no one would ever be finding out about that shit. EVER. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be public. James also wouldn’t have cheated on Lily if they were together. Also, Jegulus wouldn’t have lasted.

People always have to tweak James and Regulus’s characters to make it work the way they portray it and that’s really telling

[bitterrobin]

Part 1 of analysis on the Batman & Son/Three Batmen arc that no one asked for, bc I'm writing a fic using it and I'm using this website as a public notes app. Basically me making observations and notes on what to emphasize when I write, so it's not very cohesive outside Damian & his interactions w/ Tim and Bruce.

Long Post Ahead:

Starting with of course, Damian's introduction arc. I guess this would technically be considered spoilers for GRAVEYARD, but I feel enough of what I've written so far is contained in Damian's mind a lot/shifted just a bit from canon to not be too obvious.

WRT Post-Crisis, Damian’s first introduction under Morrison implies that Damian didn’t know what Batman/Robin did, and especially after learning - he thought it was ridiculous, something to scoff at.

Prior to this, we don't really get an indication that Morrison-Talia told Damian what Batman did. We can assume he knows Batman as a concept, as he's not very surprised to see his estranged father in a bat costume, nor does he regard the Batcave as something weird.

I feel like I should stress wrt Robin, that Damian did not attack Tim just because the boy was Robin -- he attacked Tim because he (rightfully) perceived Tim as Bruce's son, the son that Damian wasn't. It can also be assumed with how abrasive and bratty that Morrison wrote Damian, that he attacked Tim as a sort of tantrum (turned up to 12 w exaggerated comic book panache), with Tim having (unintentionally) annoyed Damian earlier in the day.

It's also very important to note that Morrison wrote Tim as fairly normal...and as far as I know, in-character. He's a little condescending with the "here in my world, we call this a handshake" line (but that's more likely Tim attempting a joke that doesn't land, which Damian takes as patronizing). Otherwise, he's shown interacting with Damian as nicely as possible and talking to Bruce about his gripes with the sudden situation.

Tim gives Damian the benefit of the doubt, then unfortunately that doubt is massively proven through Damian killing and beheading a minor villain.

Fandom tends to blow their "fight" out of proportion as a mutual slug-fest or as Tim getting the shit beaten out of him. But in the comic, Tim is mostly on the defensive (holding his own, not really getting hurt) as Damian is attacking him, doesn't strike back, and even saves him from the T-Rex in the cave before it can injure him. And that was after the aforementioned scene of Damian pulling about a bloody key and Tim making an ominous assumption about Alfred's status as alive/dead.

Tim sits down to talk with him, and Damian gives him pretty much the exact reason why he's so aggressive. It's laid out right there for the reader. (Not to get too meta, but the comics actually give both Tim and Damian leeway on both their "sides." It's the fandom that generally exaggerates Damian's violence/Tim's reaction.) Anyway, Damian hits Tim hard enough that he falls, steals a Robin costume (notably not any of Tim's considering the black/red color scheme he then had), and Bruce finds out about everything.

IMO, a lot of Damian's actions can be explained through his POV as his limits getting pushed/buttons being pressed. He's 10 years old -- dropped by his manipulative mother to a father he doesn't know, realizes that father has another son older than him and treated better (presumably, in his eyes), put in a room with a password lock (which has implications), yelled at (explicitly told that his father has expectations of him, that he'll be tested until he can prove something) and then he decides to do something about it. Be proactive. He decides to kill the Spook and "prove" his worth, he fights Tim and "proves" his "deserved" place as his father's son, and takes a Robin costume to further that point.

Of course, he then learns that Bruce doesn't and will never appreciate those actions. Everything Damian just did was for nothing, almost, and he's brought right back where he started to his mother -- who then says that she intended for him to only be a distraction the whole time. Damian is a toy, a tool to Talia, and a violent obstacle to Bruce.

This is why I insist that Damian here, isn't really a character yet, he's a glorified plot device that Bruce/Tim have to get around for a couple issues.

Skipping way ahead in the plot, I wanted to highlight this piece of dialogue:

"I'm giving both of you a second chance you don't deserve." Wow. Morrison's characterization of Bruce in this arc (and frankly, his whole run) gives me whiplash. Morrison-Talia aside --- to Damian, hearing this must've been devastating on top of everything else. It's a throwaway line, like Dick's in Resurrection of Ras al Ghul where he snarks to Tim that saving Damian's life "makes us feel better about ourselves" that has a certain bite to it - and then is quickly ignored by the plot.

As I've posted before, Damian's aggression and mistrust is not without cause, he's not fighting people because he just an evil little kid. We know, as readers, that Bruce is rightfully angry about Talia's machinations and Damian hurting Tim/Alfred (and that Dick was only making another of his many jokes) but Damian doesn't. Even if he doesn't immediately say or do anything about what they say, he most likely internalizes it.

Still, he says this. Morrison of course, projecting Peak Divorced Child onto Damian's character --- but I like to think that Damian genuinely meant it. He just wants his parents together, like a child would, even if neither of those parents seemingly like him, or want what's best for him in a rational way? (Talia's just using him here, Bruce apparently is fine with letting her.) Good thing to bring up with Damian btw, it's like that Lady Bird movie scene:

"I wish that you liked me" - "Of course I love you."

You can be someone's child, cherished in that way, but that doesn't necessarily mean your parents like and understand you as a person. While in (my fic) GRAVEYARD, this doesn't fully apply as Taxonomy AU!Talia is nothing like the Talia here -- Damian thinks that she doesn't fully like him and he believes that she's not going to ever understand who he is. (And frankly, there is always the notion haunting her that he's not a normal kid, her kid anymore - that she's worse off because she has to see what the League twisted Damian into. But that's a more meta analysis of her POV than I want to get into; how warped Talia's character became because of Damian existing in comics -- and something more for a diff. fic.)

Coming up on the end of the arc, it's kinda crazy how Talia and Damian were technically supposed to die. And Damian pretty much did, until he got the intense medical attention he got. Something to think about.

Ending the post here! Next time, I'll skip to Three Batmen, quickly go over it, and then just kinda jump around talking about Damian's POV of events happening.

[jade-len]

guys, guys.

be honest with me. would anybody be willing to read any SVSSS x reader stuff (or, just SVSSS with reader fanfics in general?) like please i'm being so deadass right now. i am very willing to write, it's just that i have no clue if anyone would want to read that???

i know that the people in this fandom don't necessarily have any x or & readers, but i'm sad and pathetic and have a weird emotional attachment to the characters. like hear me out guys.

i present to you all a few ideas i have:

1. reader transmigrates into SVSSS and decides, fuck it, let's become a counselor/therapist/emotional support service pal. half of the conflicts in the novel would've been prevented if therapy, communication, and simple observation existed! mu qingfan, give me a chance!! i promise this will lower the qi deviation rates by at least 50%.

liu qingge? alright, let's work on learning identifying your feelings better and not respond via violence to every situation. shen jiu? hey, hey, it's okay to be vulnerable! no- please don't go self projecting yourself onto an innocent 14 year old. luo binghe? *pulls out 5 different documents* heavens, where do we even start? like, gods forbid any of them have a proper support system, or at least be able to express their feelings and deal with them in a healthy manner!

2. liu qingge x reader where he gradually stops painfully pining and gets the love that he deserves. he gets his pretty face cupped gently and kisses all over it. that's it. that's the fic idea.

3. bingge, the original luo binghe, gets sent back in time.. all the way back to right when his mother died. he believes that he's been given a chance to re-enact his revenge, play it smart all the way from the start and have an upper hand now that he has to relive this! however, that quickly changes when this random fucking person (aka, reader) just wont stop bothering him?? what the hell do they want??? (for this one, i'm not sure if reader should be a transmigrator who believes they're in SVSSS instead of PIDW and is unaware of the whole bingge thing, or just some npc that proves him wrong about kindness).

4. SVSSS hater (or someone who just has a very complicated relationship with it!) reader transmigrates into it after tweeting "stupid author, stupid novels". they then proceed to accidentally collect two husbands they were so actively against before. ugh! now that i'm here, i guess i'll try to help out with their relationship and give my advice so that they won't have so much conflict, ones that were super frustrating to even hear about!! shen qingqiu, that dense ass guy and unhealthily codependent luo binghe! wait, what? what do you mean they both want me to be part of their marriage now??

sincerely, very much inspired by this tweet (reader most likely isn't going to be an anti, though);

low-key might combine the first and fourth fanfic idea? will make reader gender neutral (or even male!) though. but overall idk. idk if people will even wanna see that at all, man. ok please give thoughts. or not lol

(10-11-23 edit: i'm currently writing the bingge one rn!)

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

I'm not her.

part one

disclaimer: this is my attempted at a deepspace fanfic and asking a question, what if we got into the world of these boys? and in the middle of playing so we can only predict certain scenes but we cant fully alter them? I thought this would be a fun brain exercise . also you are you and horribly we are cheating on these poor lads with each other...sooooo have fun! (PS first chapter is a lil rushed cause I'm writing it at like 4 am)

"Isekai'd" is a slang term, particularly popular within the anime and manga fandom, meaning to be transported or reincarnated into another world, often through an unexpected or dramatic event. It's the past tense verb form of "isekai," a Japanese term for a fantasy genre where characters are thrust into a new, unfamiliar world. 

once again at work. I fucking hate this place, this office feels like its straight out of the matrix but ive sadly not met morphias yet. i walk to my desk placing my belongings down. "tablet...water bottle, phone ,pens, notebook..." i check off everything murmuring its name while placing it down on the desk. a large hand holding a match lands on my desk making me look up "Harvey" I smile up at him, Harvey park. was a tall sleek Korean dude. charming tall almost could mistake him for a K-pop idol but he hated that comparison, only outlier is that unlike most in our workspace he choose to be here due to his diploma in computer science. "aren't we boycotting them?" I ask grabbing the cup "my little sister works there, so in a sense I'm fucking with their money by getting stuff for free" he gave a sly smile, I nod in thanks taking a sip "ooh silky" I smile sitting down and powering on my computer "heard you got yelled at for playing a game on your phone" he whispered sitting in front of me setting up his own desk "its nothing serious, it was my break anyway and you know work Karen's" I grumbled remembering "what game?" he asked. I almost choked on my drink. god I cant tell him the truth I'll seem like a creep OR WORSE a femcel. "game? I meant period tracker. I was just checking and she thought it was a game because of the cute characters!" I say with little to no confidence "..." Harvey looked at me not believing it for a second "...y/n...were you playing a naughty game on company time??" he covered his mouth chuckling. I blushed looking away "its not 'naughty' its a dating sim" I whisper ashamed "omg are you serious? what game i wanna know if my lil sis plays it too" Harvey prods more making me heat up in embarrassment even more "love...and um" I stutter before Harvey perked up "deepspace??" he leaned over far too excited " yes" I put my head in my hands over my limit at this point "wooow never thought you the type" he wiggled his eyebrows "ya know people say I'm like Rafeyal , I have no idea what that means but their all pretty so good things I hope" he rambles on as I internally sigh. at least my work friend thinks its more funny than weird. "whos the apple of your eye?" i hear him ask while he starts to type " I don't really have a fave" I say thinking about it "oh how freaky, you want all 5 at once?" I throw an eraser at Harvey making him dodge and laugh "too much? sorry kitten" he says the last part with an exaggerated tone "oh my gawwwwd" I slump in my chair.

hours passed, Harvey and i walked into the parking lot to my car "no but seriously imaging managing a schedule were you have to accommodate 5 men? I'd tear my hair out" he grabbed a tuff of his own hair exaggerating his point "well thankfully its all an app" I rolled my eyes "here she is" i walk to my car "see you harv" I wave but he was still standing there "do you want to hit the barcade that opened up downtown?" he asked quickly making my brain work overtime "uh yeah sure, um meet up there at 8 ?" i ask pulling out my keys "cool see you then" harv finger guns at me before jogging to his car.

we've never been alone together, normally he brings other people...maybe he is and just didn't mention them? i sighed believing the game was giving me more confidence than i should. here i was in a little black dress and thigh high boots, i put on a necklace with a pendant from i game i loved as a kid on it. twirling it in my hand as i drove in bumper to bumper traffic. i sigh turning up the radio, jazz was little unconventional but it relaxed me. i can sometimes imagine slow dancing with them to it, sylus and i would dance to misty by sarah Vaughan, (immensly funny if you listen) cheek to cheek by ella and louis with zayne, la vie en rose for Rafeyal. strangers in the night by frank Sinatra for xavier and funny valentine by chet baker would be for Caleb...

my thoughts broke when i heard a collison.

then?

silence

I couldn't feel anything. I felt...cold?

I could sense someone pulling out of someplace warm to the cold

yelling and cries? faint in the distance, I opened my eyes to see a glow

"ma'am are you there?" I heard but I didn't answer, I was too tired to answer

the screams turned to silence then a soft tune, like it was a room away...sweet perfume and clean linen filled my nostrils

I squinted stretched feeling light and energized, was my workday a dream? I yawned and opened my eyes landing my feet on cold tile "huh?" I whipped my head around seeing a futuristic apartment. it was sleek and magazine like with only meticulous things out of place. i panicked and ran to a door thinking it was the bathroom but nope a closet. running to another slide door i yank it and run in, and run to the large mirror. i gasp clutching now long dark hair, my face was my face but my hair...and my body were different! i stare before collapsing on the floor holding myself "there's no way" i whisper touching my face to check if i can feel. suddenly i hear a sound and cautiously i crawl towards the door avoiding the mirror the sound was so familiar yet distant. it was a phone on the nightstand, it trilled and buzzed as i loomed over it i saw a name 'caleb' i gasped not knowing if i should leave it but instinctively i answer and sit knees to chest on my bed "h-hello?" i manage "hey! pipsqueak i tried calling you last night but no answer" caleb was lively yet disappointed sounding i just started spacing out while listening " still on for grandmas right? i wont let you down , see you there next week love ya" he hung up.

oh dear god. i could feel my heart quicken its pace and my breathing labored, i couldn't handle anything that was happening i heard beeping looking around for the source while shaking led me to my wrist, a hologram emanated showing [[warning. panic attack]] [[contacting akso hospital]] i panicked even more making it repeat the message "no no no no no" i tried to break the hologram with no used as i heard paramedics break in "hello? y/n l/n? please call out if you can hear us" i looked around to hide but lamented "bedroom" i yelled going into a fetus position repeating the words "wake up" in hushed tones as i shook like a chihuahua.

every question i couldn't answer. they shoved a needle in my and wheeled me to a room. i feel hopeless and lost staring at my now manicured hands...no longer having its old imperfections. my moles were all gone only one cute on remained on my face. i looked out the window at a metropolis ive only ever seen through a screen, an Otto bot whirled in front of me startling me "hello! dr.zayne will be here soon to asses the reason for your sudden attack!" it showed his face and my empty report, only showing my name and admittance reason

it goes away after a while and I lay back, I wasn't me anymore...was i dead? was this my last 7 minutes? how did I go? maybe this was real... I pinched myself leaving a mark. I could hear foot steps get closer and there he stood. god he was beautiful, his amber eyes felt cold, his stature was demanding and professional I couldn't help but just gawk like ive never seen a man before. he sat on a chair next to me making us see eye to eye "y/n...are you not doing well? what caused this panic attack?" he asked plainly his brow furrowed at my silence, my staring was probably freaking him out a bit "and your silence? is this panic causing you to go mute?" he asked shifting in his seat. he smelled like mint and Luna rosa by Prada. I wanted to hug him but refrained thinking he was an illusion. I looked to the screens in the room showing trivia and news snippets before seeing one about zayne, i read the date on top then looked down at my hands "id be...like 40 by now.." i murmured making zayne have a more worried look "y/n" I turned to him tears in my eyes "...I love you ...but I wanna go home" I cried, tears flowing down my cheeks and my breathing hitched trying to be quiet. His eyes widened grabbing my arm and pulling me in for a hug.

i cried louder realizing i could feel his warm body and cold hands hold me. i wrapped my arms around his neck, covering his ear from my wails.

this is all a girl like me would've wanted.

and yet all I'm thinking of is my own family. my friends...my old life.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

On occasion, I swear I get undertones from the side of the fandom that liked the season 5 finale that “if you didn’t enjoy it, you must not be smart enough to understand it”…

But… that’s kind of a really stupid argument?

Is this not a TV show intended for 5-12 year olds? If the writing is too complicated for a grown adult to understand, then they have failed at writing a good kids show. Point blank period.

You can write a good kids show that has elements that go right over the kids heads, but those elements should be subtle bonuses that mildly improve the story. They should not be a key part of the overall message. A great little example is this scene from Bluey where the titular character finds an obnoxious "lost" toy hidden under the sink in the laundry room:

Adults and older kids watch this scene and immediately get why the toy was under the sink, but little kids probably miss it. That's not a problem because the sink thing is just a bonus joke that is not vital to the message of this episode. If the sink joke was vital to understanding the message, then the writers would have failed at their job because they wrote something too subtle for the intended audience.

That's why I'm so critical of everything Miraculous is doing. Even if there's ultimately going to be an amazing story here, they've failed to tell it in a way that the intended audience can engage with and that makes the story objectively bad no matter how good it is for older viewers. The lessons should be obvious. The jokes should be obvious, too. There should be no question about what the message is.*

The season five ending is a perfect example of why Miraculous is objectively bad for its intended audience. Lets say that season six is going to address all of the issues with Gabriel and tell us that he was an abusive monster. How powerful is that lesson going to be to the five-year-old who grows out of the show in the year between season five ending and season six airing? What about the kid who obsessively rewatches seasons one to five in the hiatus between seasons and internalizes the happy ending? Or the kid who only watches the show casually and doesn't remember most of the early seasons by the time their issue are addressed?

Obviously those kids won't walk away with a great lesson, which is why shows aimed at kids usually make their morals clear by the end of every episode. Complex morals told over seasons are a bad fit here. Kids in the show's intended age group are only just starting to really learn about the complexities of the world. They generally don't have the life experience to question the show's morals.

That's not to say that shows for kids can't have cliffhangers. The cliffhangers just need to be about the story, not the morals. Season four was a good example of this. While I don't think it was a great final, it did have a clear message. It ends with Ladybug stating what she'd supposedly done wrong - even if season four didn't actually have her do what she said she did - and the question was only what would she do now. There was no moral ambiguity about what happened. Every episode of Miraculous should feel that way, but the show often fails at this. There's way to much ambiguity for a kids show. The fact that many adults can't tell if Gabriel was evil or not is a terrible sign!

*I will note that even perfectly clear messages can be twisted into baffling shapes by viewers of all ages and people will read into things in ways that leave even talented writers scratching their heads. The pigeon thing comes to mind as a good, Miraculous-based example of poor media literacy. So I wouldn't go so far as to say that a kids show is always bad if adults misinterpret things. It depends on how widespread the misinterpretation is and how logical the misreading is. The season five ending is a good example of a true issue because it's played like a happy ending. It's not weird that some people took that at face value while others are waiting for the other shoe to drop. Only time will tell which side is right, which should not be the case when we're dealing with content like the widespread manipulation of an abuse victim in a show aimed at children. That should be presented as unequivocally wrong. Instead, the lies lead to a kiss and happy smiles.

[reco-obsessed]

ok . short debrief on my thoughts on rekos feelings about men because id rather put it as its own post instead of ranting on the tags of that post . just this one time

i think a huge part of reko's harshness on men has a lot to do with possible history in the music industry as a child that gets glossed over a lot, both within the story and by the fandom. of course being sold out by her father is already setting up a poor foundation for her expectations of the men in her life, but even besides that- theres so much inherently about the child star environment thats conducive to her distrust in men.

because i think thats a key part of it. reko isnt just harsher on them for no reason; reko distrusts men.

ytts spoilers under the cut.

she has this interaction with professor mishima in ytts, and i think it explains a bit more of initial poor opinion of him. reko doesnt just think hes some weird guy, she thinks hes some weird creepy guy. which, to be fair, if i some some old professor showing up with a young woman as a pair id probably be suspicious, too.

this is also outright confirmation that reko has had personal experience with men in positions of power who used that to take advantage of young women. but back to the child star aspect of it.

i dont think reko was ever in dan schneider levels of concerning situations, but even if reko never experienced being taken advantage by creepy men directly within her time in the lime light, i cant imagine she didnt find out about others who did. with her father blinded by greed, from her perspective, it mustve seemed like a "near miss" situation even if it never ended up happening to her. theres also how being popular so early on wouldve exposed to her the public eye, and how very well a lot of creepy men couldve been making up the most intense of her fans before she actively rebelled so she could have some autonomy over not just the kind of music she was making, but to the kind of people she wouldve been appealing to with her music.

i think theres also a really important character trait of reko's that gets understated in these conversations: reko is someone who isnt willing to compromise or be pushed on her boundaries.

this interaction may seem innocuous ("of course she doesnt give away that kind of information, its a creepy question"), but it directly contrasts something we learn about the AI earlier:

so not only is this something shes not willing to trust with someone she generally trusts (sara), its also something that as an AI should technically go against her nature.

theres other examples as well- reko shutting down joes fanboying at the very beginning of the game by asking him if its really the time, and of course a lot of her interactions with her brother are shadowed by the fact shes not willing to hide the fact she wants nothing to do with him. then, theres this dialogue tree which hints at a weird interaction between keiji and reko offscreen:

which is again hinting at the idea that reko doesnt give in or try to handle people 'softly' should they cross a line with her. her mixture of self-respect, not worrying about coming off crass, and distrust of (and possible history with creepy) men means she comes off pretty harsh at times; at least compared to what specifically women are expected to behave like, though the majority of it is like more defensive than offensive.

lastly, theres also the perspective of reko as an extremely talented woman in a male-dominated genre. punk, and rock music in general, are both mostly led by men. there are a lot of people out there who discredit women in rock music and will claim they have no musical talent, only being there to serve as eye candy, especially if the other band members are men. its not impossible that she went from making shitty (probably pop music) she hated because of being a gifted kid, and then finally working with the sound she wanted, only to suddenly have people turn and try to claim she couldnt play for shit because she was a woman. and in that sense, her harshness could come from another place too- the fact that its a lot easier to get credit as a man automatically for what others have to work to prove. though this take is the one based most on speculation, both because we dont have direct evidence of reko personally feeling this way, experiencing this, and also because im a westerner and this is based on my knowledge of the western punk rock scene, though id be far from surprised to hear if similar precedents were set in japan.

if you reblogged this and am wondering why i havent mentioned her harshness on men having from originated from her father and brother its cause this rant was inspired by this post that already discusses that