#this fandom is the height of cringe

[queerxqueen]

this fandom is so mean sometimes when it comes to even the most basic of fandom shit like. i get it, ST is relatively mainstream, a lot of yall have never been in fandoms before, but the stuff folks call out as "cringe" behavior (or worse) in fandom is quite literally stuff that has always been a part of fandom and always will. people cosplaying, kinning characters, shipping characters who have barely spoken in canon, going to nerdy conventions, overanalyzing every scene w/ ur fave character in it, crying over characters, writing fanfiction and making art of whatever the fuck you want since you're doing it for free and for fun... this is fandom culture. if you dont like it you don't have to engage with it and its so easy to block/not interact with content you don't like.

tldr; stop bullying fans for doing fan things.

[felicitea-va]

i just realized i havent posted here in weeks oops

i have a youtube and a tiktok where i post mostly everything but i keep forgetting to post it to here too 😭 so if you like my stuff maybe you should follow me there instead of here

honestly i dont know if theres even like a community or interest for voice acting on tumblr or anything but im still here just less active here than other places!

[lots of rambling in the tags...]

[fanonical]

ok as a trans girl in the doctor who fandom can i be the first to ask people to stop over-politicising the language used in reference to Rose Noble in the new episode? i’ve seen a lot of fuss about the “male-presenting doctor” line and other similar dialogue and i genuinely just have to ask: would people be making such a big fuss if it had been a gay cisgender character saying something corny? do we REALLY need to over-criticise the first proper appearance for a transgender character in doctor who? just because there’s a clunky line or two? it is a reflection of incredible heights of privilege that a bunch of TME people are getting angry that a trans girl character jokingly said a cis man wouldn’t understand her experiences. like cis female characters get to say #cringe #girlboss shit all the time. can you just let trans girls have one thing for thirty seconds before you start complaining about how bad it is. just let us have this

[redr0sewrites]

If you're doing Eris x reader requests pls pls can you do jealous smut 😇🥰

loooorddddd does the acotar fandom know how to request. love yall!!!!

🥀Cw: smut, gn reader but use of the word minx, jealousy, rough sex, like one slap, dirty talk, soft and fluffy aftercare

🥀minors dni

🥀word count: 3k

how boring...

you sigh, searching the crowd for those familiar eyes of pure amber. yet again, here you were, stuck in the only uncrowded corner at an autumn court ball with no entertainment, and no Eris. some lords had wanted his attention on a political matter, leaving you to handle the awkward conversations, polite smiles, and laughter that was encompassed in the ordeal of hosting these events. it had been hours since the ball had started, and despite knowing it would probably end in an hour or so, you so desperately wanted to be alone with your mate.

Beron, the prehistoric asshole, forced most of the planning and stress of these gatherings down his sons' throats while simply relaxing and enjoying the gratifications and fruits of their labor. you had watched Eris worry for weeks on end about this particular gathering celebrating the autumn equinox, and you know how important it is to him.

despite the stress that was entailed, the ball was quite beautiful. a sweet melody lofts from a nearby stage, where a few fae play enchanting songs on intricate instruments. as far as the eye can see, accents of gold shimmer in contrast against the bright autumnal color scheme that made the courtyard feel alive. various fae were scattered about, all dressed to the nines in elaborate gowns and suits.

with a smile, you remember how well-dressed Eris had looked when you both were getting ready. he looked twice as regal as his father, dressed in a maroon suit with gold cuffs and details akin to autumn leaves. his waistcoat was also red, adorned with gold buttons that were a stark contrast to his black collared shirt. upon seeing him, you had wanted nothing more than to tear off all of those extra layers and mark every inch of his freckled skin, yet Eris encouraged you to be patient. "you'll get your prize soon, my darling," he had cooed, gently cupping your face as he whispered in your ear. "i'll treat you wonderfully tonight, my beautiful mate. as soon as this damn equinox is over, i'll make this a night to remember..."

Eris turned away immediately after, leaving you alone in your bedroom. you were flustered from his teasing, but you finished getting ready in time to join him at the venue before guests had even started arriving. you had expected to deal with his teasing all throughout the night, yet you hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since he had been whisked into the crowd by some Night Court diplomat.

a tap on your shoulder startles you from your thoughts and bringing you back to the present, where you turn to find a male fae standing besides you. he stood about an inch taller than you, average for fae height but much shorter than Eris. unlike your lovers regal, defined beauty, this fae looks far more rough around the edges, with a light stubble and a sinister glint in his eye. you immediately recognize him as the son of one of Beron's advisors, and you tense as he steps uncomfortably close. you can feel his breath against your skin as he stares at you like a wolf stalking its prey. with a glance towards the crowd, you see no sign of Eris, and you send a light pulse through the bond.

"now, what's a pretty thing like you doing all on your own, hm?" the male purrs, looking you up and down before licking his lips. you give him a forced smile, not wanting to cause a scene, especially considering how important tonight was to Eris. "i'm doing well, thank you," you drawl, slowly backing away. "now, if you'll excuse me-" you were cut off by the man's barking laugh, cringing as he stepped back into your personal space. "your a shy one, aren't ya? c'mon sugar, i'll buy you a drink." the man continues, and you feel a twist in your gut. you send another pulse down the bond, yet again with no response. where the fuck was Eris?

"i'm afraid i'll have to decline your offer," you say firmly, restraining yourself only for the sake of not causing a scene. "you see, i'm already taken-"

"do i look like a give a fuck?" the man snarled, and a few heads turn towards you both. you feel a questioning tug through the bond, to which you only reply with a frantic pulse. "i told you, i'm not interested. now if you'll excuse me, i need to go find my mate." the man chuckles darkly, grabbing your arm and preventing you from walking away. your skin crawls from the contact, and you yank your hand away. "so you're mated, huh? that's what every fucking slut says. whos the big, bad mate who's gonna stop me, huh?" spit flies from the man's mouth as you back away. you thank the cauldron that there aren't a lot of fae nearby, most are centered around the dance floor and festivities and not paying attention to the two of you. "c'mon, tell me," the man hisses, and you swallow hard.

"what's going on here?" a familiar voice makes your heart skip a beat as Eris places a hand on your shoulder. the fae in front of you stiffens, his face paling a little. "ah, Eris! what a surprise, heh. i was just asking this lovely specimen for a drink is all, no harm done." Eris arched a brow, hand moving to rest on the small of your back. "oh? is that all?" Eris sneered, and you relish the fear in the man's eyes. "i'll have you know that they are taken. by me. now, with that knowledge in mind, would you care to continue your pursuits?" the man splutters for a second before turning away, red faced. you watch the fae turn away and disappear into the crowd, letting out a sigh of relief as his figure leaves your line of sight.

"y/n. you're coming with me." Eris says sternly, and your heart drops. you barely begin to open your mouth before you find yourself being winnowed into your bedroom. "Eris, i swear i wasn't-" he cut you off with a kiss, one of his hands finding purchase on your waist while the other grabs the back of your neck. you sigh into the kiss, relief flooding your body as you feel a soft tug through the bond. Eris slowly pulls away, a thin trail of spit still connecting your lips as you take a shaky breath. Eris' hand trails from behind your neck to cup your face, his thumb gently ghosting over your lips before settling on your cheek.

"i know, darling. i just..." Eris huffed, and you wrap your arms around his neck. his lips lift into a small smirk as you both begin swaying to a silent rhythm, your hearts beating in tandem. leaning in to whisper in your ear, Eris rasps, "i hate the way he was looking at you". he kisses your jaw, traveling back towards your lips and stopping just before giving you a real kiss. "i hate it too," you say, your breaths crossing. his lips were so tantalizingly close to yours, and you could feel his warmth inviting you into his embrace.

"just think," you murmur, swaying against your lover and taking the opportunity to whisper in his ear. "when you're high lord, we will rule side by side, and that fool will be nothing but our subject. i'm yours, Er, and i always will be." Eris groans softly, leaning down to kiss your neck. you can't help but arch into his touch while his hands roam your back.

"how mad would your father be if we didn't go back..?" you ask, pulling away and gently running your hands through Eris' hair, not wanting to mess it up too much. Eris chuckles, and gives you a quick peck on the lips before replying, "he already left a half hour ago." his scent is coated with playful arousal, and you smirk wickedly. "well then, isn't this going to be a night to remember, my lord?" Eris curses, picking you up in one fell swoop before dropping you unceremoniously on the bed. you kick off your shoes, not wanting to dirty the bed while Eris does the same.

"cruel, beautiful minx", he hisses, tossing his boots to the side and joining you on the bed. the mattress dips slightly from his weight and you giggle as he pins you down. your giggle melts into a moan as his thigh slides between your legs, applying pressure to where you need him most. his mouth captures yours in a needy kiss, and you whine against his lips.

pulling apart, you tug on Eris' jacket, desperate for more. "off... i need this off," you curse, and he chuckles before tossing the coat to the side. he makes quick work of his clothes and you do the same until your stripped down to only your undergarments.

"fuck", Eris whispers sensually, warm hands moving to caress your thighs as he kisses you again. this kiss isn't nearly as sweet, all teeth and tongue and full of burning lust. your tongue runs across his bottom lip, begging for entry, but Eris denies you. he pulls away yet again, chest heaving. his hair is mussed, his lips are flushed from your kiss, and his face is warm, yet in your eyes he has never looked more handsome.

"fuck, your so pretty Er," you whine, arching up against him as he chuckles. "if i am pretty, than you are gorgeous. that man will never get to see you like this," he murmurs, kissing your chest, right above where your heart lays beneath your ribcage. you let out a needy, wanton moan as his lips trail lower and lower, leaving hickies and kisses in their wake. right now, you don't care about the nips and bite marks you'll have to hid tomorrow, only about Eris' mouth on you.

"he will never get to hear you", Eris continues, reaching your pelvis and stopping with a smirk. "and," he pauses, gently gliding his hand over where you want him most. "he'll never get to taste you." Eris' mouth latches onto your throbbing sex, and you feel all of the air flood your lungs as he works wonders with his tongue. you thank the cauldron for your mates skills at giving head as he makes you see stars, and before long one of your hands finds purchase in his hair.

"Eris," you moan, hips rolling as he sucks on your throbbing sex. "fuck yes, say my name," Eris purrs, licking an intentional stripe before sucking a deep hickey onto your inner thigh. "i want this whole court to know who you belong to by the end of the night." you feel the coil in your abdomen tightening, and you fumble for the words to warn Eris of your incoming orgasm. "hnghh Eris- 'm gonna- s'too much," you gasp, and Eris chuckles against your cunt/cock. "c'mon bunny, give it t'me," he slurs, his tongue working wonders as your eyes roll back.

the sight of you so close to your high makes Eris feel nearly feral, the lust burning beneath his skin making it impossible for him to not grind against the mattress below him. your pleasure always comes before his, but that doesn't stop him from humping his throbbing cock against the mattress as you reach your own orgasm. your thighs clamp around his head as your back arches, your mind going perfectly blank as Eris swallows your cum. with a cry, you throw your head back against the pillows, coming down from your high. Eris crawls up towards you, gently cupping your face as you nuzzle into his neck.

"fuck, Er, that was..." you trail off, slowly rubbing up and down his back as you catch your breath. "mhm," he mumbles, still hovering over you. "Eris."

"yes, y/n?" he rasps, and you can practically taste the scent of your own arousal filling the air. his voice makes your stomach flip, and you swallow hard before replying. "i want you to fuck me." Eris chuckles, your boldness only amuses him. "oh, and is that all?" he sneers, but you catch the slightest hint of excitement in his voice. "oh, tired out already? what a shame, i thought you could last longer than that," you coo, and Eris growls. "maybe i'll go ask that man from before-" you didn't even have the chance to finish your sentence before Eris was manhandling you, flipping you over onto your stomach.

your back arches instinctively as your thighs spread in anticipation. "fucking brat," Eris hisses, wasting no time as he grabs some lube from the beside table. you turn over your shoulder to watch him, practically drooling at his bare form as he pumps his cock a few times before coating himself in lube.

you arch even deeper, displaying your assets as Eris aligns himself with your hole. you wiggle your hips slightly, desperate for friction, and Eris slaps the swell of your ass. not hard enough to truly hurt, but the sting causes a soft moan to bloom from deep inside you.

"i shouldn't let you cum because of that statement alone," Eris whispers, his cock teasing your entrance as his hands find purchase on your hips. "is my pretty mate so desperate for cock that they'll slut themselves out for an advisors son? oh honey, you know i'm the only one," with a harsh thrust, Eris slid into your aching hole. within seconds, he set a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust. "who can make you cum."

you moan, lips parting as Eris thrusts deeper and deeper into you. rough, warm hands grip your hips so hard you can feel them bruising, and it only excites you more. he leans down, sucking a deep hickey onto your shoulder. with each thrust of his hips, you can feel his dick thrust deeper and deeper inside of you. one of his hands moves from his hips to rest on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge in your abdomen.

"y'feel that?" Eris slurs, and you babble incoherently as he presses down harder. his cock is practically fucking you dumb from how deep he is inside you, and the realization makes your eyes roll back and your hole clench. "its like you were made for my cock, suckin' me in so deep," Eris' voice is slurred and rushed as his thrusts grow slightly sporadic. you can tell he's growing just as desperate as you are, and you decide to fully give into your carnal desire.

"ff-fucnghh- Eris please-" you claw at the mattress as his hand dips lower, toying with your clit/cock. the added stimulation makes your tongue lull, drool pooling at the edge of your lips as his cock hits places inside you that make you see stars. a particularly deep thrust makes your brain turn to mush, and Eris starts rubbing your clit/cock even harder. "o-oh, fuuck-" you gasp, babbling incoherent moans of his name as the coil in your abdomen tightens.

"hngh-" Eris pants, moaning into your ear as his chest heaves. you can feel his abs clenching against your back as he fucks into you, and your thighs tremble as you begin to stumble into the realm of overstimulation. your peak is so, so close, and Eris can feel it too. "fuuck, 'm not gonna last with you squeezing me like a vice," he gasps, hips stuttering.

"m-me either, gonna cum-" you whimper, tears streaming down your face as your eyes roll back. you can feel your peak approaching, and with one final roll of his hips and a swift thrust of his fingers over your throbbing clit/cock, your high washes over you harder than ever before. a heavy string of cursed fall from Eris' lips as he cums in tandem to you, his body collapsing against yours in a sweaty heap. he lazily pulls out, watching his cum still dripping from your leaking hole. Eris rolls to the side while you recover from your post-orgasmic haze, and melt into his embrace.

"how do you feel?" Eris asks softly, his voice hoarse from moaning. you give him a lazy smile and peck him on the lips before replying. "lovely, as always. perhaps a bit sore". Eris smirks at your admission, and you slap him lightly on the chest. "that," you murmur, "was for slapping me on the ass."

"you deserved it," he replies, throwing an arm over your body. "you cheeky minx". your body slots perfectly against his, your chests pressing together as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "y'know i didn't mean it, right?" you ask, voice lofty from sleep. "i'm only yours, Er. always and forever." Eris sucks in a breath at your confession, and a freckled hand traces up and down your spine.

"i know, and i love you because of that," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head as you giggle. "and i am yours as well. wholy and truly, my heart belongs to you, and you may do with it as you please. just know, it is yours and yours alone." taken aback by his honesty, you pull away to look him in the eyes, and upon seeing nothing but sincerity in his gaze, you pull him into a gentle kiss. "would you like to go get cleaned up?" Eris asks, but you note the tiredness in his voice. "can we just stay here like this?" you whisper, and he nods, knowing damn well that you both weren't going to rise until morning. "goodnight, little fox," Eris whispers, and you smile lazily against his skin. "goodnight, Eris. i love you."

"i can always assure you, i love you more, y/n."

i am being 100% serious when i tell you Eris is my favorite character of all time. like genuinely, honest to god, he's character that ive been hyperfixated on the longest (a year and a half now with some minor interests in between, hut i always circle back to him) and he was the reason i got a tumblr blog in the first place (bc tumblr is the ONLY place on the internet that actually seems to like him and i desperately needed Eris fanfiction). i also tried to make this as gn as possible but its SO HARD to write gn smut so im sorryyyy 😭ANYWAYSSSS HOPE U ENJOYED!!! ive been getting back into the acotar fandom a LOT lately soooo yayyyy!!!!

[gulfiya007]

On lukola fandom

Here’s some venting about the lukola fandom, and its ways, and consequences, from an ordinary polin, Bridgerton and Luke fan.

Starting from the way Luke’s loved ones and friends are treated by its adherents. Especially his girlfriend. The hate towards her is visceral. The whole phenomenon of bullying and stalking someone just for existing and posting on their SM account from time to time probably needs to be studied by social studies scholars and parasocial relationship specialists, cause it’s new heights apparently.

So, what if she’s proud of Luke as her boyfriend and wants to show it? What if she wants to mark her territory sometimes, to which she has a right btw? What if she trolls haters and delusional IRL shippers occasionally? Hers is probably the most relatable behavior. I myself, as an introvert millennial who doesn’t run one single SM account and cringe from the exhibitionist nature of current SM posting practices, still recognize that there’s nothing unusual about that kind of posting per se. Why was Luke’s former gf, Jade, allowed to post him all the time (which is totally alright btw), but Antonia hinting at having, say, a dinner with Luke is shady, attention-seeking, desperate, needy and despicable?

It's not that I care particularly about her. In fact, I couldn’t care less if she’s replaced by Luke with some other woman in a couple of months or if she is his future wife and mother to his kids. I still believe, regardless of her status in the relationship, she deserves basic respect and decent treatment as a human being that we know pretty much nothing about. She does not deserve the vilification and demonization that she gets.

Luke too, has a right to privacy and respect for his personal choices that are nobody’s business. He owes no one anything in terms of disclosing his dating life and confirming his relationships. If for someone, Luke bringing the girl to almost all his travels and events with himself, is not a proof or statement in and of itself about her being his girlfriend, then that’s on them. No amount of intentional misreading and skewed takes on photos will trump this simple fact.

Also please don’t bring up virtue signaling and other cancel culture stupidities, such as moral judgements passed on Luke and his close ones for political or other values purportedly held by them, of which we in fact know zilch. It’s clear that this is just another useful tool in a shipping crusade.

Nicola too, deserves, for a change, to have her numerous statements taken seriously. Let alone, privacy. She’s being stalked by her so-called fans to insanity. I am sure she, to put it mildly, is uncomfortable about her “queen” and “goddess” status among the cultists, and being a projection vessel for a myriad of sad women. Cause she knows very well this type of passionate idolatry is an inch away from hate, and the plus sign switches to a minus sign the minute she does something not to their liking, a wrong brand or person supported, or not enough disciplining of Luke is exercised. The most delusional thing about lukolas is them truly believing themselves to be Nic’s or Luke’s fans.

Which brings us to the crux of the matter. That IRL shipping is bad, period. Some lukola bloggers on tumblr, TT and IG half-heartedly try to reign in and admonish the more unhinged segment of the fandom by telling them to behave and not bring their bul..t to the actors' feet. However, this is what the lukola discourse platforms, by simply existing, still do - breed crazy fan behavior. Because the problem lies in the belief system itself. No amount of reservations, house-keeping and discipline by lukola discourse 'leaders' will do away with the tenets and premises of this religion that seep through and twist every discussion and speculation about the figures involved (Luke, Nic, etc). Since every reasoning should work towards a certain end goal, all means and distortions are good to achieve it. Finding faults with Luke's character and behavior and demanding a 'redemption' from him, hating and criticizing Luke's friends and family, attributing motivations to the actors and their loved ones that best suit theories, online stalking etc. A myth about Luke ever publicly stating he was single during promo, a ridiculous myth about Bridgerton cast and showrunners shipping lukola (news flash – nobody in the cast cares about their co-stars’ private lives, stop the kindergarten), or the “papgate” affecting in any way Luke’s job prospects. Myths upon myths that build the house of cards of the lukola dogma. I myself wouldn’t care a damn about this fandom if it really contained itself to its close corners and group chats, however, unsurprisingly, they spill over in a grand fashion and permeate all discourse.

You really believe the innocent delulu fangirling has no by-products? These are the staple manifestations of the lukola and of any IRL shipping fandom, and popular lukola theorists are pretty successful in justifying and reinforcing them. And it should not be surprising that some followers, the most zealous and stupid ones, take it too far and actually harass people and be annoying in SM.

As a Luke and polin fan, I am annoyed by this, but I am 100% sure this sh*t is affecting the actors, and you all can kiss goodbye to the chemistry between Luke and Nic naturally displayed during promo. I am sure polin will not be affected, for L and N are excellent actors and friends, but you all soon will look sadly back to S3 promo tour as magic that will never come back.

[szmaciarz-pospolity]

Based on how fandom treats their tiny little canon height gap but I like to imagine Jet and Zuko having like few cm height gap and exaggerate it beyond belief just beacuse both of them find it attractive. Like Jet teasingly calling Zuko a shortie, when Jet is leaning over Zuko he's on his tippy toes and Zuko is like bending his knees, if they were ever to draw eachother they would make it seem like there's 20 cm diffrence between them, etc.

They are stupid teenagers both into height gaps yet dating someone almost their size. They might be a bit cringe but it makes them happy so-

[geekthefreakout]

Ten Years Ago This Week....

Jared Padalecki started some Twitter beef with Justin Bieber.

This led to Beliebers calling for a boycott of Supernatural, which was airing it's 9th season at the time to diminishing views.

In response, the Supernatural Fandom (currently at the height of its power) called on every fan, former fan, and fellow nerd to tune in to that week's episode (9.11, First Born) to collectively defend Jared and shove the Beliebers into a figurative locker by making their boycott night into a triumph. The call to action looked like this:

(sorry it's blurry, I'm on mobile and just downloaded this screenshot from Pinterest here)

Feel free to cringe.

The campaign was successful, and when the episode aired on 1/21/14 it became the most viewed episode of Supernatural since 2010, when the show's 5th (and arguably best) season was airing.

A wacky time was had by all. This is yet another example of Supernatural having been an Unparalleled Media Experience.

Thank you for coming to history class today.

[hello---cello]

I decided to try my hand at the Fandom Opinion meme : D

Close ups and some small explanations behind my choices under the cut : )

Noah: I just like him. He's my special little man.

Zoey: I liked her a lot more when i was younger but now I just kinda don't feel anything for her anymore. So I went from liking her to feeling neutral, NOT HATING HER JUST HAVING NO OPINION ON HER.

Sugar: She's Sugar and from Pahkitew, a double whammy straight into I-don't-like-her-ville

Scary Girl: I don't get the hype, but her style is impeccable. Also, she gets dimples cause I said so.

Jashawn: One of the best things to come from Pahkitew is their relationship. Also, their height difference is very important to me.

Coderra: It's Coderra. I don't hate Sierra or Cody, but I despise any relationship further than platonic with these two.

Dakota: It's the opposite of Zoey here, I didn't like her personality when I was younger, but I now love her she is a queen. I'm not too fond of the mutation arc (or any mutations in TD in general) but I can understand why it was done.

Harold: I just want to know the name of all the Steve camps he went to. I am 100% sure there are way more than what was mentioned on screen.

Trent: Ok before the before you bring up the nine things, I know. I agree it's not a great plot for Trent. But i enjoy his vibes. But, but but but, His head is the shape of a tic tac. his forehead is huge. (Ironic coming from a Noah enjoyer I know) The camo is also just a no from me.

Cody: He's cringe fail, I'm cringe fail and were both nerds. And I would dress myself in the same way if I didn't live in a country where its hot enough to cook an egg on the pavement 70% of the time.

Gwen: She's artsy and so am I. I'm not a goth but I wouldn't care if my friends were one.

Heather: She's Heather. you watched the show.

[clowny-rolls]

things i HATE in the deltarune fandom

making kris feminine, or even giving them boobs spamton looking like a fat woman when he's a stinky homeless malnourished guy in canon

skinny jevil people using lancer or ralsei for porn art or kink art spamton x kris jevil x lancer any proship, really king x rouxls people being shipped with people they genuinely hate (spamvil doesn't count, but swatchton and swatch x rouxls does.) young seam (seriously??) kris simps over 18 years old (YES THEY EXIST!)

big tiddie tasque manager people SCC shippers (THEY'RE BROTHERS!) berdly x kris (it's a "never ever gonna happen" ship) people shipping susie and noelle with anybody but each other people making jevil a cringe UwU catboy people HCing that jevil's kinky and sexual with EVERYONE (HE'S REALLY NOT, AND IT'S OBVIOUS) short characters being drawn super tall, or an inch tall instead of their actual height femboy rouxls. seriously, he's one of the most masculine characters i can think of, not including his hair and eyelashes and weak-ahh looking limbs. he is NOT the kinda guy to wear a bright pink croptop and miniskirt, he's the kinda guy to DRESS IN A FRIKIN PIRATE COSTUME funny characters being unfunny seam being handsome instead of having his face misshapen and ruined from the attack (same thing with spamton and the acid)

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

HIIII ITS ME AGAIN THE ONE WHO REQUESTED MITSUYA FIC ( HEAVEN SENT) I REALLY LIKEDDD IT BAEEE CAN I REALLY HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN? like s/o still managing the company but she is has higher status (bc they are 18) AND PLSSS CAN U INCLUDE TOMAN TOO? like their reaction to girlboss woman who everyone listens IM SORRY BUT THIS SCENARIO IS SO FUNNN u can make it as a fic like they are with toman and s/o orders someone to do their job THANKKKK U SO MHCH BAEE

HIIIIIIIII OMG IM LITERALLY SO FLATTERED. I CANT BELIEVE YOU LIKED IT 💕💕💕 mini rant: honestly i'm so glad people are still interacting with the tokyo rev fandom like this. i feel like all the content i've seen for it recently is just pure smut, and these characters are teenagers for most of the series !! or it's all for the newer characters and people forget about the old favs </3 so SEND ME ALL YOUR TOKYOREV ASKS!!!! if anyone cares my personal favs are mitsuya, chifuyu, baji, and Shinichiro :))

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heaven struck . . . mitsuya x reader, pt 2

mini series, fluff, cringe warning?, no spoilers, this is set a little while after part 1 so they're more comfortable with eachother now

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

work today had been busier than usual. since you were a college student now, it meant you got to work full days of the week at your dad's company. however, it also meant long days of dealing with less-than-knowledgable colleages who got on your nerves all too often.

luckily, the clock was just striking 12:30, making it time for you to take your lunch break. you had packed leftovers that your mom made last night, but you weren't looking forward to them that much. but it saved money and time, so that was your lunch plan for today.

as you went down the elevator to the employee break room (it wasn't as nice and spacious as your office, but it was a chance to get out and socialize) you went to check your messages. one popped up from your boyfriend, mitsuya.

taka <3 12:23 pm:

-> about to take your lunch break?

you sent him a quick text back telling him that you were just heading downstairs. on your way, you needed to make a pit stop at the reception desk to drop of some important documents to the receptionist, liza. she was a nice girl, a few years older than you, who had started working at the company a few months ago.

as you entered the main lobby a smile crept onto your face as you noticed three familiar faces: your boyfriend, takashi; his best friend, draken; and their leader, mikey. the latter was snacking on what seemed to be a dorayaki and tapping on the glass of the fish tank. you quickly dropped the files off with a quick word to liza before sneaking up behind takashi, who was turned the other direction. you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, pulling him down to your height.

"may i help you, sir?" you say with a giggle into his ear. you let him go enough for him to turn around and see you, which quickly has him pulling you into a tight embrace.

"i missed you so much today . . . oh, and i brought you lunch."

loosening his hold on you, he held out a bag. you looked inside to see it was from your favorite cafe down the street. you thanked him by pressing a kiss to his cheek.

a cough comes from draken's direction. "uh, can we get going soon? we have a toman meeting tonight."

mitsuya ran his hand through your hair on more time before turning back to his friends. "you guys go ahead. i'm gonna spend the rest of the day with y/n, if that's okay with you guys."

draken grumbled, and you heard something under his breath like, "i never get to skip meetings for emma..."

mikey grinned, finishing off the last bite of his snack. "i know i can always count on you, so you can have the day off, mitsuya. besides, me and ken-chan need to go by the dorayaki stand before it closes!"

with that, you said your goodbyes and the pair was off. that left you with your boyfriend for the rest of your lunch break.

"so, wanna come see my office?" you asked. you intertwined your fingers with his. after giving you another peck on the cheek, the two of you made your way up the elevator and down the hallway.

"wow, you have your own room all to yourself? impressive," mitsuya remarked. you blushed at his words. you were proud of your accomplishments, but it felt good to have someone you cared about so much acknowledge them.

"so, this is my desk and my computer where i do most of my work," you said, giving mitsuya a mini-tour. "then over here i have a cabinet with some files and notes . . . and i have a nice view of the city."

mitsuya strolled around the room, taking everything in.

"i love it," he chimed. "it's very you."

you smile at his compliment before he speaks again.

"eat, please. you need the energy for the rest of your day."

the next thirty minutes went on peacefully, you finishing your food and mitsuya observing the rest of your office. you had a little fish tank in the corner, and he watched as the orange and white goldfish glided around the aquarium.

as you went to see how much time you have left for lunch, you were interrupted by a knock at your door. opening it, you see your colleage, andrew.

"hi, can i . . . help you?" you asked. it was strange for one of your coworkers to come directly to your office, especially at this time of day.

"yeah, just letting you know i'm heading out. bye!" he said, walking away as he spoke.

"early? did you finish those reports i need?" you asked.

"no, but i'll finish them tomorrow morning, i promise." he continued, still walking away.

"excuse me! you can't just leave important and confidential work unfinished and open on your computer. you need to finish that before you leave." you responded.

he sighed, loosening his tie before trudging back to his cubicle. "oh, okay . . . "

closing the door, you sighed, running your hands over your face. sudddenly, you hear a chuckle from behind you. it's your boyfriend mitsuya, of course-- you would recognize that laugh anywhere.

you dropped your hands to your lap, smiling slightly. "what's so funny, huh?"

mitsuya looked up at you. "i just didn't know my girlfriend was such a badass, that's all. the way you handled that was amazing."

you laughed shyly, mitsuya taking your hands. "well, it's not always easy," you muse. "but it pays well."

grinning, your boyfriend leans up to press a kiss first to your cheek, then to your lips. "and you look amazing doing it, baby."

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i don't really like it :((( but i hope it fits what you wanted 🤍

[decembersiris]

This is gonna sounds goofy but in a particular fandom ship I'm in the fans really bicker about height difference and seethe when artists make the male character taller than the female. I don't particularly care one way or the other and find that type of nitpicking to be pretty petty.

But then I imagined what if astarlach shippers did that and cringed. I imagined astarion taller than karlach, him bending down to kiss her or to pick her up and embrace her and the thought made me so uncomfortable! I know it's a nonissue but just picturing astarion taller than karlach is so weird to me. Someone else suffer with taller astarion cringe with me. He stays shorter no matter what! Haha

[clioarcadia]

Hi! I've been here since the traveller 1 series and I remember Clio's height and hair were both shorter. Plus she was kinda pink and tomboyish(?) (Sorry if I misinterpreted) But later on her design changed. I wanted to ask if the design change is just something you did as a creator or is there some storyline to it too?

Btw I love your new series! Raphie is such a cutie and the art is just beautiful!! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Hello!

Actually it's because of both reasons. Clio is not a fresh made OC, I created her like in 2004, to make her be part of the Yu-Gi-OH fandom. I still possess her first scrap design...which gives me cringe when I check it just like my other OLD paper drawings. o__oU

With time and maturing of my imagination Clio's design and plot story was evolving to the point she is now.

In the Traveler story, Clio is always a brown head but she broke a rule and as punishment Yume turn her hair pink and less fussy that it lasted a whole year.

After the punishment passed she decided to change her hair style and also grew taller.

Then another year later the bangs in her hair suffered a small change again, this time moving it a bit to her right side.

The simple reason why Clio's hair is pink for that time period of 'Traveler I' is in memory of her beta design.

-DAS

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

okay i saw the post lol. Couldn't be more wrong. The reason we were experiencing a mass hysteria on nov 5th 2020 was yes, the heightened stress situation because of the election and yes, something fandom-related happening was funny because it was silly compared to it, but it HAD to be destiel to make the reaction that extreme. Because destiel was the ship that had shaped tumblr culture the most. remember how we all recycled old tumblr memes because the height was tumblr cringe fandom culture was almost all spn and destiel. And also destiel was the ship we never thought would go canon. The gayest most homophobic ship. THAT'S why we were hysteric

[skzpixiekaifei]

Fei Kai (费凯), better known by her stage name Pixie (픽시) is a fictional Chinese/Korean American Singer and dancer. she's the only female member of the co-ed group Stray Kids. She debuted in Stray Kids as a Main dancer, Sub rapper and lead vocalist in the month of March 25th, 2018; after her participation in the pre-debut survival show, Stray Kids. At this time, Pixie is the 1st most credited 4th gen female artist with 76 song credits, 5th/6th most credited 4th gen artist overall.

⍣BASIC INFORMATION ! ⍣ 

STAGE NAME : Pixie (KR:픽시)  BIRTH NAME : Fei Kai (MN:费凯 KR: 페이 카이)  KOREAN NAME : Fei Seung-hee (KR: 페이승희)  ENGLISH NAME : Kate/Katy Fei  NICKNAMES : Pix, Kiki, Vocal Siren, Nation’s Girlfriend, K-pop's little sister  BIRTHDAY : November 8th, 2001  ZODIAC SIGN : Snake and Scorpio  BIRTH PLACE : Changsha, Hunan Province, China  NATIONALITY : Korean-Chinese American  FAMILY : Fei Hao (Father; Deceased), Lee Hye-jin (Mother; Deceased), Fei Bo (Older brother), Fei Jen (Sister-in-law; Deceased), Fei Di-a (Niece), Fei Il-Seong (Nephew)  LANGUAGES SPOKEN : English (Native), Mandarin (Native), Korean (Native), Japanese (90%), Thai (85%), Cantonese (50%), Hindi (45%) 

⍣PHYSICAL ! ⍣ 

HEIGHT : 160 cm (5’3 - barely)  BLOOD TYPE : O-  BODY MODIFICATION : Lobe piercings, tongue piercing, Five tattoos ( x, x, x, x, x [along her upper spine in large characters])  FACE CLAIM : Mamamoo's Jung Whee-in  VOICE CLAIM : Mamamoo’s Jung Whee-in mixed with Pink Fantasy’s Yechan (x and x)  DANCE CLAIM : Kaycee rice and Redy (x and x) 

⍣PERSONALITY ! ⍣ 

MBTI : INFJ (the Advocate)  MBTI TYPE : A personality type with the��Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging traits. They tend to approach life with deep thoughtfulness and imagination. Their inner vision, personal values, and a quiet, principled version of humanism guide them in all things.  POSITIVE TRAITS : Patient, creative, Passionate  NEGATIVE TRAITS : Sensitive to criticism, Perfectionist, short-tempered 

⍣STATICS ! ⍣ 

DANCE : 10/10  VOCAL : 10/10  RAP : 6/10  STAGE PRESENCE : 9.5/10  VARIETY : 7/10  SONGWRITING : 10/10  ACTING : 9/10 

⍣ CAREER INFORMATIONS ! ⍣ 

STAGE NAME : 픽시  AGENCY : jyp entertainment  GROUP : Stray Kids  DEBUT DATE :  March 25th, 2018  POSITION(S) : Main dancer, sub rapper, lead vocalist, Maknae  INDIVIDUAL FANDOM : Feiries, hatchlings  REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI : 🦚/🐲  UNIT : VocalRacha (Also in; Puppyracha, Englishracha, Cultracha, Paboracha)  SPOTIFY : Screaming and crying but make it upbeat 

⍣ FACTS ! ⍣ 

Helps her members with english

Refuses to call her members Oppa, it's only her members she does this with

Wanted to use her name as a stage name, but since her name is typically a masculine name, her personal manager thought it would be a good idea to use Pixie instead

Doesn't post on many socials, but is a professional lurker

Has had media training, but she's unhinged and doesn't use it much

One of the buffest female idols out there

Most flexible

Her and Seungmin are called the Puppy Siblings due to their puppy-like visuals

Hates aegyo. Cringes any time any one of her members does it, except for Changbin

Her hobbies include learning languages. Whenever she's overwhelmed, she speaks several languages at once

Originally was supposed to be the 4th member of Danceracha but because of her vocal talent and stability, she became the 3rd member of Vocal Racha

More...

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura

[simplyashrub]

I'm watching tommyinnit's video on the dream smp and damn, even as someone who wasn't part of the community during the height of it that fucking minecraft server meant something.

Oh it was 100% cringe as all hell, but it was something fun that brought so many people together when we were forced apart, and the genuine passion and creativity of the fandom was (and still is) incredible. Yes the acting wasn't great and the lore could be weird, but it had artists and creators of all sorts willing to pour hours into making it something beautiful.

I never watched the lore streams, just animatics and 2 hour long video essays. But that, along with songs, art, and fanfiction created a tragic, compelling story that got little me through a really rough time in my life.

And as for the creators on the server, they were always at their best when they were just hanging out with their friends doing silly things in the block game. Seeing other peoples joy kept everything feeling a bit more okay considering the circumstances, and I'll always look back on it with nostalgia.

So thank you to everyone who contributed to the dream smp and its fandom. I'll always look back on it fondly.

[thana-topsy]

If you're up for sharing more writing tips, how can I tell if what I've written is actually any good? With writing I get stuck in a cycle of feeling like I'm the next Shakespeare while writing but then I'll look over my work a few days later and absolutely hate everything and think it's the most cringe shit ever, then I'll leave it a bit longer and think eh it's not as bad as I thought but still not great and so on. I feel like being forced to write for a grade during school and having everything be marked and assessed and assigned a particular value has robbed me of the ability to critically analyse my own work in a way that's objective and accurate but also fair and realistic. I can analyse other peoples' stuff till the cows come home but I lose all rational thought when it comes to my own stuff

Adding onto that, how do I get to the point where I can stop looking back at my old work and hating everything and wanting to delete it all? Realistically I know finding fault with my old stuff is good bc it means I've grown and improved from where I once was etc but at the same time I wanna enjoy stuff I've made in the past without cringing every time I read it

Hey there Nony, I wanted to let this one percolate a little bit before answering because I've been where you are. And it's a rough time for sure. But aside from my own experiences, I also wanted to get the opinions of some of my writerly friends in the fandom, too, since everyone is a little font of wisdom in their own right.

So I'm going to share their advice alongside my own, because this is kind of a complicated string of questions you're asking. Long post ahead!

@paraparadigm says to Keep Writing: "Write more. Write so much (and so many different things) that eventually the sheer volume bulldozes over self-devouring ego, comparison twitches, or feeling lost, because you don't yet know your own baseline. Coupled with "read more, read everything, read things you enjoy and things you don't, read for the craft as much as the entertainment." And: "I'd add that when revisiting old writing, it's helpful for me to differentiate between "ew the writing is not as technically solid as it is now" and "ah that's interesting, I guess that's where I was at then, emotionally and psychologically". Old writing is also a sort of archaeological record of your younger self, and that can, in fact, be a bit itchy to revisit, so learning to cherish that without passing judgement can be really helpful. I try to treat it like those little marks one puts on the door jamb to track a kid's height."

@mareenavee says "Part of it is writing more, as Para said and I will always second that. Another part is, honestly, the hardest part. It's to try very hard to get out of the habit of negative self-talk.... There's so much work involved with this but normalizing being proud of your work and having some grace with yourself is part of that answer."

@archangelsunited says "Early on, instead of going “this has to be a masterpiece” I would tell myself my only job was to tell a story. I couldn’t tell a story if I was deleting it. Also, talking about your work helps. The less ashamed I was of my writing, the more people wanted to read it. There is a need to hide your work, and that can lead to a downward spiral all its own. And, 90% of the time, you have to suck at something to learn to be good at something. The work you already wrote shouldn’t be the sum of all your skill, it should be one of those measuring sticks for the moment. Despite previous thought, you won’t be stuck at the same level forever."

@polypolymorph says "In addition to accumulating experience via reading and writing, you also have to be willing to reinvent the wheel. Unfortunately the Process™️ is unique to everyone, and even when you are deliberately mimicking a voice as, say, a ghost writer, you can't expect that 2+2=4 for you. Your process might look more like a Lotka-Volterra equation for the same type of work and that's okay. Trial and error is the best way to figure out what advice actually works for you--and if it doesn't, it doesn't mean you're wrong. Don't get stuck on pop writing advice like a sad roomba does on an upturned rug. Learn when to throw it out."

So there's some advice from some other excellent writers! I hope you've been able to find some value in their advice, because it certainly kicked me in the pants a few times.

As for me, I think, having been where you are, my biggest piece of advice is: Find joy in the craft. Get curious instead of critical. An artist shouldn't down themselves over a rough sketch when they're working out a drawing, so why would a writer do such a thing? Everything you write is practice. Everything you make has value because it builds up to the next thing you make.

At the end of the day, you are the only one who is capable of telling the stories that are in your head. This fact alone gives whatever you put onto paper value, regardless of quality. You are creating magic, in the most literal sense! Creating something out of nothing, conjuring images into someone else's mind from hundreds of thousands of miles away, transcending space and time. It's amazing!

Lastly, my final piece of advice is to just write for fun. Write things nobody else will ever see just because you wanted to get words onto paper. You have to unlearn what was drilled into you in school. You are more than a content creation machine. You are an artist, a wordsmith. And just know that there will never be a day when you look at your own work and say "That's it, I have achieved perfection."

Writing is a life-long journey. Just enjoy the ride!