#I think that's all the prominent characters here

[p0orbaby]

Request😍: y/n and alessia or leah (you decide! find your tumblr side and aaalll the stories of them. It leads to jealous alessia/leah bc of y/n being with other girls (like getting jealous when your partner cheats in your dream). Reader has to handle the situation and in the end manages to make less/leah focus on all the fluffy/spicy stuff there is about them. If you want to make it smutty (what we all love hehe): they eventually get inspired by tumblr and choose another story (you can decide which of all the good alessia/leah x reader smut on here) to reenact. Thank you!!! (If you dont want to write this feel free to repost for another writer, also you can switch the roles who is jealous, i dont care:)

i amended this a little, pls don’t hate me

it would be harsh to call this a crack fic but i honestly giggled the whole time writing it 🤭

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You find Alessia on the sofa, her face illuminated by the blue glow of her phone screen. At first, you think she’s watching one of those oddly specific TikToks she loves—something about cats playing table tennis or an American teenager ranking their favourite crisps. But then you notice the furrow in her brow, the way her teeth tug at her bottom lip. Her expression is equal parts confusion, disbelief, and mild offence.

“Everything alright?” you ask, setting your keys on the counter.

She doesn’t answer immediately, which is a bad sign. Alessia always greets you the moment you walk through the door, even if it’s just to ask what you’ve brought for dinner. Instead, she tilts the phone slightly so you can see the screen.

“Do you know about this?” she asks, voice clipped.

You lean over, squinting at the screen. The webpage is clunky, its layout straight out of 2012, and the title reads something absurd like ‘Sunlit Smiles and Shadowed Hearts’. Your name is prominently featured in the summary, alongside a few other recognisable ones.

“It’s fanfiction,” she says, answering the question you haven’t asked yet. “About you”

You blink. “About me?”

“And other people,” she adds, her tone sharp now, like the edge of a too-clean knife.

The penny drops. “Wait—what?”

She sits up straighter, turning the phone to face you fully. “Look. This one has you with… God, Tooney. And this one—oh, this is just brilliant—you’re married to Ona. Married! Like we’re just some passing fling”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, which, given her expression, would be a tactical error. Alessia doesn’t do jealousy often, but when she does, it’s like an overdramatic romcom villain plotting their revenge.

“Well,” you say carefully, “at least they’ve got good taste?”

“Good taste?” she repeats, incredulous. “One of these has you sneaking off with Mary behind my back during a post-match interview!”

“Creative, though,” you offer.

She glares at you, tossing the phone onto the cushion beside her. “This isn’t funny”

“It’s a little funny,” you say, sitting down next to her.

“It’s not,” she insists, crossing her arms. “Do you know how many of these there are? And how many don’t have me in them at all? Like I’m just some side character in your life?”

You try to suppress the grin tugging at your lips, but it’s no use. “Less, you do realise this is all made up, right? None of it’s real”

She huffs, her cheeks pink now. “I know that. But still. It’s insulting”

You reach for her hand, gently uncrossing her arms. “Alright, let’s look at it this way. I’m obviously very popular. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Not when you’re popular with everyone except me”

“Oh, come on,” you tease, squeezing her hand. “I’m pretty sure there’s stuff about us too. The fluffy, romantic, borderline inappropriate kind”

Alessia hesitates, her gaze flicking to the phone. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you say confidently. “Because we’re the superior couple. Clearly”

That earns a small smile, though she tries to hide it. “You’re an idiot”

“And yet, here I am, fully committed to proving my devotion,” you say, reaching for her phone. You type in a search, scrolling through pages until you find what you’re looking for. “See? Right here. This one’s about us”

She leans over, peering at the screen. Her eyes scan the words, and slowly, her frown starts to fade.

“This is… cute,” she admits reluctantly.

“Exactly,” you say, draping an arm around her shoulders. “So, no more being jealous of fictional versions of me, okay? They don’t get to go home with you. I do”

She turns to look at you, her expression softening further. “Fine. But I’m still not over the Mary thing”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Noted. I’ll make it up to you”

“You better,” she mumbles, but there’s no real bite to her words anymore.

It’s only later, as you’re cooking dinner together, that you catch her sneaking glances at her phone again, her lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile. If she’s reading more of those stories, you don’t mention it. Some battles are better left unpicked.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Would love to hear your thought on meowrails break up and who they end up with?! Especially interested in Hal <> Nepeta!

Ok! Just a disclaimer before anything: this is not at all saying you shouldnt ship the meowrails, this is just a canon discussion blog and I have noticed... some stuff... but ship whatever you want, I literally don't care, all HCs are valid, etc. etc.

"Everyone has an important job to do." This is a phrase that gets repeated in Hivebent a few times, which makes it important, as Homestuck often uses repetition to build up an "internal lexicon" and deliberately highlight when situations have similar connotations (Hussie discusses this on their Formspring). So what's the context for this specific phrase? Well, it shows up three times, and for at least two of those times, it's associated with failed moirallegiances.

GA: But It Just Means Theres Got To Be Someone Around To Keep An Eye On Them GA: And If Not Me Then Who GA: Everyone Has An Important Job To Do AG: Ok, so you're spying on me. Kind of creepy! Man, m8y8e you should get a l8fe.

And

CC: I will need to connect after my goofball moirail does so I can keep my goggles on )(is nefarious escapades. CC: Its a toug)( job but its important! Everyone )(as an important job to do.

So, okay, apparently the context of this phrase is "this person is in a moirallegiance that will NOT work out"... well, here's the third time it pops up (though it's the first time chronologically):

Your best pal of all is A LITTLE BOSSY, and people wonder why you even bother with him. But someone has to keep him pacified. If not you, then who? Everyone has an important job to do.

So... hm. This isn't the only thing I have to say about meowrails breakup, but it is the most prominent one, and maybe the most damning, depending on how much weight you put into Homestuck's oft-deliberate use of parallels.

Maybe something a bit more damning is the way Hussie speaks about them in the book commentary? Pretty much every time they turn up, he has some comment to make about how Equius doesn't really "need" Nepeta, and about how he tends to talk over her and usurp her agency, like so many shitty boyfriends IRL.

We don't know much about Equius yet, but we get an awful lot of info about him with this excerpt. He's racist, a huge snob, doesn't like swearing, is stern and controlling, has a patronizing fondness for Nepeta, and thinks archery is cool because of its association with nobility. Combine this with the snapshot of his room we'll see soon, and suddenly we have an extensive character portrait. This was all important to establish quickly, because it helps us understand in record time that Equius is in fact one of the greatest characters ever created.

Equius says he appreciates that Nepeta's angry. I guess meaning that he respects an angry disposition, like his own. Especially early on in his characterization, it's suggested he has anger issues (like him taking his rage out on robot dummy combatants). But I'm not sure this trait holds up. Over time, he seems to show a lot more passion about his weird stuff, his passion for archery and muscular horse men, his submissive obsessions, his deference toward those higher on the hemospectrum and fetish-like indulgence in depraved attraction toward those lower. Ultimately he comes off more as a ridiculous nerd, with a soft spot for a lot of silly and creepy shit. My view on this is, it's not that the text lost track of the fact that he was supposed to be angry. It's more that this was his initial state of mind early on, and the more he started blowing off steam with his various indulgences (Aradiabot, etc.) the less he had to be mad about. We just meet him at a really high-strung point in his life. I think it's more accurate to say his "anger" is a form of hyperintense focus on being stern, aloof, proper, and averse to nonsense, which is a facade serving to cover up his inner personality, which is barely in control at all. Like Nepeta suggests, deep down he wants to play the kinds of silly games she plays. He wants to let go completely, and indulge every ludicrous and depraved whim he has. His arc tends to be more about caving to these indulgences, and all the mixed consequences that follow, than resisting them.

Here's [S] Equius: Seek the highbl00d, another playable RPG game. [...] But Christ, why am I talking about that garbage when we are about to review some truly choice material focusing exclusively on your favorite meowrails. It is a great illustration of their tragic dynamic; deeply committed and caring partners in the diamonds quadrant, and yet compromised by Equius and his stubborn class-driven faults, his pathological reverence for his superiors, his forced and probably not genuinely felt sense of disdain for lower bloods like Nepeta, and ultimately his failure to rise above these flaws when presented with a real test of character and friendship. A test imposed, of course, by a boorish murderclown, who from this point onward just ruins fucking everything, constantly.

Hussie is an unreliable narrator (of the "he's deliberately playing a character who's biased, opinionated, and sometimes wrong, because a major theme of Homestuck is that you have to question who's telling the story and if they can be trusted" variety), so it's difficult to parse exactly what he's saying is salient, especially since he talks so damn much. But even so, he constantly goes out of his way to highlight how the meowrails DON'T work out - which is even pretty canon in the comic.

In Hivebent, the two are established as working along this dynamic: Nepeta soothes Equius's anger issues, while Equius keeps Nepeta from recklessly endangering herself (for example, prohibiting her from LARPing). But as Hussie says, Equius's anger problems become basically nonexistent by the time Murderstuck rolls around, and his actual problem is his overindulgence in his fetishes; meanwhile, his bossy, controlling attitude to Nepeta was always kind of suspect, but it actively becomes a source of frustration to her that she can't wait to shirk (he bans her from talking to the humans, and she goes behind his back to do it anyways - even celebrates when Karkat gives her express permission).

In the end, they die for their failures as a moirallegiance - despite being fresh off a feelings jam in a pile, and so, supposedly at their least likely to hurt themselves or others, Equius's horny gets him killed (Hussie has always maintained across multiple platforms that Equius could've easily overpowered Gamzee, he just chose not to because Hot), and Nepeta doesn't listen to his orders to stay put. In later conversations with ARquiussprite, Equius is always framed as the one here who was wrong - who failed to keep Nepeta safe and has something to apologize for. I think it's also pretty important to notice that in the bubbles, Equius is never seen doing so - but IS seen being really weird to Aradias - fully implying that he's actually been avoiding taking accountability to Nepeta in favor of indulging in his fetish shit, out of shame and guilt.

As Hussie says, the meowrails are an important relationship, and when I say they don't work out, I don't mean they shouldn't have been together in the first place. On the contrary; I think they actually were good for each other, way back on Alternia. Nepeta DID keep Equius's frustrations in check, and Equius DID keep Nepeta out of trouble. But as time went on, Equius just got really comfortable with treating Nepeta like an object he owned - something convenient, which he can use when he's feeling sad, and ignore otherwise - and Nepeta started growing frustrated with his increasingly petty control. They grew as people, their needs changed, and they stopped being good for each other, but they stayed together - out of inertia and sunk cost fallacy on Nepeta's end, and on Equius's end, because it was convenient and pleasant (for him) and useful (for him) so why would he throw it away?

While this is something I think could potentially be worked out with relationship therapy, the thing with Homestuck is that it's big into the idea of soulmates, especially in the pale quadrant (which is described with that exact term). Its ultimate thesis on romance is that, while you have to do a lot of personal work in order to be the kind of person who can BE in a soul mates relationship, ultimately a relationship SHOULD have an element of just... easy compatability, idiosyncracies clicking together in just the right way to bring out the best in both parties. It's idealized, and there's criticism to be made about that, but that's still ultimately how romance kind of functions in Homestuck. The perfect match is out there for you, and while you have some growing to do in order to be ready for it, it's supposed to be easy once you get there. Consider how Eridan can calm Karkat down literally just by talking to him normally, or how Sollux regularly outright professes that Feferi's just fucking amazing - these are relationships where the involved parties don't need to tell themselves "everyone has an important job to do" with grit teeth to justify keeping the relationship going.

Meowrails lacks that inherent compatability, according to the evidence, but of course, that brings up the question of who they SHOULD date in pale instead. Hey, did you ever notice that Dirk (and by extension, Hal) are EXTREMELY Equius-coded?

So here's the thing. Hal's favorite alpha kid is Roxy, who is also pretty Nepeta-themed, being a cat-associated Rogue. They regularly flirtLARP with each other, but when we get a glimpse of this so called flirtLARPing, it's actually Roxy almost, but not quite, getting Hal to admit that he's actually not really that into Jake, he just feels obligated, as an extension of Dirk, to make DirkJake happen. They almost, but not quite, have a feelings jam.

Meanwhile, Hal outright calls his conversation with Dirk, as Dirk grapples with whether or not he should kill Hal, a "feelings jam", and Dirk also has a convo with Caliborn about how maybe he should consider the merits of selfcest.

What these interactions hint at, to me, is Nepeta <> Hal, and Equius <> Dirk... and I think if you consider it from the standpoint of their personalities, it works, too?

Nepeta is pretty consistently shown to have a knack for knowing how other people actually feel. Her shipping charts are incorrect in terms of compatability, but she's got a scary knack for reading intentions and desires - as befits a non-destructive Heart player. She's able to pinpoint that Eridan's advances on her are insincere, but he's not that bad a guy; she notices that Karkat is a big softie who loves his friends so much; she correctly reads that Equius is a big ol' goofball who loves to play games. Hal, as a Mind player, and even more as originally being a Dirk splinter and an AI, is deeply distressed by his lack of "self"-hood; it's Roxy who calls out first and most blatantly that he's clearly his own guy with his own real feelings, which seems to be why he gravitates toward her. Nepeta would do this even harder, since it's kind of her entire Thing, and I think Hal would really appreciate that, since Hal is at his worst when he thinks he's acting in someone else's best interest (Sylph lol).

Meanwhile, what Nepeta really needs IS an enabler. She's a rebellious soul with radical ideas about how the hemospectrum is stupid and dumb, and she's RIGHT and she should SAY IT. Hal's amazing at giving people what they "want", pulling strings to ensure DirkJake happens, while also framing it as something that Jake would want - this bombastic, action hero kiss-in-front-of-a-volcano. Nepeta's clearly attracted to characters with Equius-esque qualities, but after spending so long with Equius, who does nothing but push her down with a patronizing "hush, greenblood, it's for your own good," I think she would do well with an insane partner in crime who instead goes "fuck yeah girl, let's make this shit happen." Especially since her personal insecurities are that other people will find her dumb and silly (an impression that Equius certainly didn't HELP with...) - having Hal in her corner going "uhhh you're literally my favorite and I will engineer situations to fall directly in your favor?" would be a huge help to her.

I'm actually not entirely sold on equius <> dirk - they're maybe too similar? - i have in my notes here john <> dirk and equius <> jake. idk. the shipping web starts to get complicated

[evervigilantnightshade]

The Line - Part 13

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

MDNI

Warnings: ALL THE SMUT

The next two weeks flew by. John had worked hard to respect Y/N’s wish to take things slow. They would go for walks daily around the farm, talking about their lives and getting to really know one another. They spend time with the family too. She got Charlie, Brooke and Emma to take Kyle and Johnny horseback riding which was an adventure because Johnny apparently was a natural whereas Kyle struggled. Emma ended up staying behind with Kyle because he barely left the yard. 

One night John even planned a candlelit dinner in the loft, just the two of them. Y/N felt like she was on cloud nine. John was so attentive, caring, and soft. This was a side of him she’d never seen and surprised her. Her heart would flutter when he would call her pet names or place his hand on her back. 

What really made her heart burst was seeing him with the kids. He was so good with them she thought about what he would be like with his own child. They were all currently sledding down the big hill by the forest. John had ridden down with both twins multiple times and even had Meadow laughing for the first time all week. They loved him, and it made Y/N happier than she’d been in a long time. 

After a snowball fight instigated by Johnny everyone headed inside for some hot chocolate. Y/N decided to go down and take a shower, the cold outside biting into her skin. 

She stood in the walk in closet stripping her clothes off and getting ready to take a shower. Her muscles ached of course but it was her core that ached the most. The more time John and her spent together in this relaxed setting the more she fell in love with him. The more she fell in love with him though the more she wanted him. She sighed and started looking for something to change into when she got out of the shower. 

She thought she heard a soft knock on the door but when she didn’t hear anything else she assumed it was a noise from somewhere else in the house. She then heard the door open and John called her name. She quickly looked for something to throw on, settling for an oversized hockey jersey. 

“Hey sorry, I know you’re getting ready to get in the shower but Freya accidentally spilled her hot chocolate on me. Don’t worry I got her a new one but I have to change because I’m covered in chocolate and it’s sticky.” 

Y/N stepped out of the closet and John was standing with his back to her shirtless. The muscles in his back flexed as he searched through his bag on the bed looking for a new shirt. She almost moaned at the site. She leaned against the wall by the bathroom enjoying the view.

“Hey.” 

“Hey,” He called over his shoulder. “Just give me two minutes and I’ll get out of your hair.” 

“Or… maybe not.” She said softly and he turned to look at her. 

All the air left his lungs when he saw her standing there in a jersey that barely covered her, her face flush and her eyes fluttering. 

“Oh sweetheart, that’s unfair.” 

“Maybe hold off a moment before putting a shirt back on.” She bit her bottom lip and his knees almost gave out. 

“Yeah,” He walked over and leaned against the wall across from her. “I can do that.” 

“Actually you know what, I think she got hot chocolate on your pants too.” 

“Is that right love?” 

“Mmm better take those off.” 

He reached down and popped open the button of his jeans before sliding his thumbs under the hem and slowly lowered his pants and discarding them, leaving him standing in only his boxer briefs. The outline of his hard cock prominent through the thin material. 

Y/N moaned at the sight of him and traced her finger up and down her thigh.

“You're playing a dangerous game here love.”

“Not a game.” She said as her fingers brushed the hem of the jersey. “You mentioned you were sticky.” 

John lost the ability to speak when her hand found its way under her jersey and she teased herself. Seeing him speechless made her smile. 

“You should take a shower if you’re sticky.” 

He nodded thoughtlessly as he watched her tease herself. She pushed herself off the wall and then grabbed the hem of the jersey pulling it over her head before turning around and heading into the bathroom. He stood there frozen until he heard the shower start and Y/N gently ask if he was coming. 

“What am I doing?” He scolded himself and quickly stripped out of his boxers and headed into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. 

The steam was filling the room and he made his way to the shower. The bathroom was large with a clawfoot tub on the left wall and a large shower on the right. He opened the door to the shower and stepped in. 

Y/N’s back was to him, letting the warm water pour down her skin. He took a step forward and ran his fingers gently down her spine. She softly moaned and leaned her head back. He closed the distance between them and let her rest her head on his shoulder as his hands went to the front of her body. He moved them up and he cupped her breasts, kneading them soliciting another moan from her. She reached back, grabbing his thighs and squeezing them.  

Seeing her exposed neck he lowered his lips to her skin, sucking and nibbling while his fingers danced south, a mixture of sensory overload and pleasure surged through her. The pressure inside her was already building. His fingers danced gently across her as if he was savoring the moment and she let out a whine. They both had been waiting for this moment for so long that she both was eager for it and wanted it to last. 

No longer being able to stand it she rolled her hips pressing herself into his fingers while also squeezing his thighs. A low chuckle shook his chest. 

“I hear you love.” 

His fingers pressed into her and her knees felt weak. He brought his arm around her to help her stand as his fingers slowly entered her, his thumb brushing against her swollen nub. 

“Oh god John, feels so good.” 

“I know, baby.” 

He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb working on her clit and the edge of vision started to blur. She could feel her insides coiling up with that familiar warm sensation and she knew she was close. 

“So close.” 

“Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers. Be my good girl.” 

His words sent her over the edge and he held her close as her body arched and her body shook as her orgasm tore through her. When she was done he brought his fingers up to her lips and she eagerly opened them and began sucking on them. He pressed his cock into her back, grinding against her. 

“Turn around for me baby.” 

She turned to him and looked up at him with glassy eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful.” 

He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue swiping across her lips before she parted them and he pushed it in, tasting her. He moaned as her hand found his throbbing cock and she manoeuvred their bodies so that he was now under the stream of water.

“So big.” She moaned into his mouth and he smiled. 

“All for you baby.” 

She slowly lowered her body down, her tongue dancing over his chest and stomach. He swallowed thickly and braced his hand on the shower wall beside him. When she was down on her knees she looked him over fully, licking her lips. 

“All for me.” 

Her hand gripped him and she lifted his cock and her tongue licked him from root to tip before she lapped up the precum that was seeping out of him. John’s head fell back as she opened her mouth, sliding the tip while circling it with her tongue. 

“Fuck” he moaned and she hummed in approval. 

Slowly she slid her mouth down his cock, while her hand worked it from the base. She knew she wouldn’t be able to take him all, he was already filling her mouth and stretching her lips, but with practice, one day. 

She began bobbing slowly up and down, pushing him as far as she could to the point of choking and then easing up and pulling back. Repeating this motion over and over again increasing the speed as she went. 

As his breath became quicker and his moans longer she reached up with her hand, cupping his balls, rolling the sensitive skin in her hands massaging them lightly. 

“Darlin I’m not going to last long. Wanted this for so long. Where do you want me too…” 

Y/N looked up at him and the sight of her covered in drool bobbing on his cock almost sent him over the edge. She winked at him and continued sucking him and he started to feel it coming. He looked down and put his hand on the back of her head as his balls tightened. 

“I’m coming.” Was all he got out and she pushed him further into her mouth as he filled it.

He felt his knees tremble as she continued to clean him up, now sensitive to her mouth. Eventually she stood up and slid past him to wash the drool off her chest. He leaned over and rested his head on the back of her head, his arms wrapping around her stomach. 

“I love you so much.” He whispered and she smiled

“I love you too John.” 

They held each other as the water washed over them until John pulled back and grabbed the shampoo bottle and began washing Y/N’s hair. His hands massaged her scalp and she moaned causing him to smile. When he was done rinsing her he did the same with the conditioner and then grabbed the soap. His finger ran over her entire body and he ended up coaxing another orgasm out of her with his fingers. 

She did the same for him, washing his hair and his body but instead of using her hands or mouth to pleasure him she suggested they go to the bed, which John enthusiastically agreed to. They quickly exited the shower and he followed her to the bed, admiring her ass as she walked. When they got to the bed she sat down and moved her body to the middle and beckoned John with her finger. 

“Jesus love, how’d I get so lucky?” 

He got on the bed and positioned himself over her, his arms caging her in. She reached up and wrapped her arm around his shoulders pulling him down to kiss him. Her mouth conveyed the urgency she was feeling and shifted his weight to one arm as his other hand explored her breasts again. 

“John, I need to feel you inside of me.”

He spread her legs and positioned himself in between them. His fingers moved down to her core finding her still wet. 

“Baby I want to taste you, but right now my need to be inside you is so strong I just can’t wait.” 

“Lots of time for that later.” She said, placing her hand on his cheek.

He moved himself to her entrance slowly pressing himself in. He didn’t want to hurt her so he kept his eyes on her to be sure she was ok. She shifted her hip slightly and opened herself wide allowing him to enter her a little faster than he meant too. 

“Shit are you ok?” 

“I’m fine John, keep going.” 

Slowly inch by inch he sunk into her until he was in completely and he rested his forehead on hers. 

“So tight baby, fit me so well.”

“Feels so good John.” 

He slowly began pulling back out and then again slowly back in. A small involuntary snap of his hips at the end made her moan and squeeze the flesh of his sides where she had rested her hands.

He looked down at her and she had a smile on her face with her eyes closed and he leaned down and kissed her while pulling out faster this time and then back in again just as fast. She moaned into his mouth and it was the most amazing sound he had ever heard. 

He began thrusting into her then losing himself in the sensation. He looked down at where their bodies connected and moaned. 

“S’ like you were made for my cock.” 

Her fingers dug into his sides as he brought one hand up and started massaging her breast. Her moans encouraged him further and he sat back and reached his down rubbing his thumb over her clit, causing her back to arch off the bed. 

“Oh god John, feels so good.”   

His thrusts and thumb worked in tandem and he could feel her clamping down on his cock as her moans came out faster and louder. He could feel his own orgasm coming and increased his pace. Suddenly she cried out and clamped down on him calling out his name. He fucked her through her orgasm holding on until she finished before his thrusts became erratic and he let go, shooting his seed inside her. He sat buried inside her while he came down from cumming and then laid down beside her on the bed. 

“Holy fucking shit that was amazing.” She whispered as she panted. 

“I have no words. That was incredible. Can’t believe we waited this long to do this.” 

“Yeah we could’ve been doing this for like a year.” Y/N laughed 

“Well I guess we have a year to make up for.” John said and he crawled on top of her again.

[itzkawaiiduh]

[CW FOR SENSITIVE CONTENT & HORROR]

Happy (late) New Year, everyone!

I bring some character references for an au/story I have had in the works! It's been teased before, but I finally got the passion to put it into the works. I love spooky shit, so this post is a discussion about it!

Titled DEDIFFERENTIATION, it takes place on New Years in 1934-1935 and it follows the canon story, and takes HEAVY inspiration from analog horror and William Wilson. Name is intentionally chosen, also I'm a huge science nerd. You may have caught wind of said au from @/k3yboi's post, which you can find here!

Discussing about duality, the double, the psychological consequence of repressed thoughts, and the idea of "half glass of water full vs. half glass of water empty," this story follows the canon events that transpire in the webcomic, but how it leads to the eventual downward spiral of Will's "half a brain" mind, a piece of his thoughts slowly being put into his doppelganger, with his desires and what he wants needs, only more prominent on New Years. Eventually, Will's disappears on January 18, 1935, and then the appearance of his [ DOPPELGANGER ] on January 19. And uh, yeah! That's the general plot of it. I love Will and his doppelganger (me and a few others call him Won't, so you'll see that name skip around!)

Some artworks I've made for this AU, huge thank you to literally all of the art and content I'm seeing on this Tumblr, you inspired me! I think I'll do my very best to share it but yeah!!

[sflow-er]

Fandom New Year's resolutions...

I found myself thinking quite a lot about this fandom and my place in it over the holidays. It was already on my mind due to Faves Fest, and the hate anon I got on Christmas Eve and the general discussion on the confessions blog on whether shipping Wille/Felice was "allowed" made sure it remained there.

I've summarised some of my thoughts as resolutions concerning my presence in the fandom in 2025.

Keep writing and posting my "diabolical" and "deranged" thoughts here when I feel like it, and especially "dying on the hill of Henry and Walter's entirely made up relationship" on ao3. Sorry not sorry, anon. That's the corner of the YR sandbox that I have enjoyed playing in since August 2021, and I will keep playing until l run out of things to say or stories to write. .

Keep reblogging my friends' posts and posts by others interested in the non-Wilmon aspects of the show (when I come across them). Including gifsets etc! I'm not naturally great at paying attention to those because I'm more of a text post person, but they still deserve to be seen by as many people as possible. .

Spend less time scrolling tumblr as a whole. It takes far too much energy and headache-free time away from fic writing and keeping up with my friends. .

Make a safe and comfortable space for my more personal posts. Frankly, the hate anons scrolling my blog feels similar to that one time when someone broke into our basement storage and tried on some of my old jackets, leaving them in a bundle on the floor with the sleeves turned inside out. I washed them, but they all went to goodwill because I didn't feel comfortable wearing them anymore. In the same spirit, I've taken all personal posts except my intro off this blog and reblogged them to a new one that is currently set to private. When it's ready, I will make a separate post asking if anyone wants to follow me there. .

No longer allow anons. I have wanted to keep them on in the past to provide a forum for thoughts that people might be too shy to express on their own blog, such as the Stedrika debate a while back and some past anons about August's ED and accountability, but I'm done risking hate for it. If you want to discuss something with me, you are always welcome to do so in your own name. Whether in agreement or mutually respectful disagreement! .

Radically accept the state of the fandom at large: interest in our corner of the sandbox is what it is. My friend and I had made some plans to liven things up, but after recent events, I'm backing out. I don't want to spend my remaining time in the fandom feeling demoralised; I want to focus on what I enjoy. At the risk of sounding like an obnoxious brag, I can look back on my past contributions to the non-Wilmon corner with pride. Countless people have told me it was my longfic that got them interested and invested in Henry as a character, and it also started the Walty ship that has since become a fandom staple! (Receipts: my fic was the first one from Henry's POV, I added the Henry/Walter tag on ao3, and my readers coined the ship name. The fic was quite popular in its heyday, with 700 to 1,200 reads per chapter. It's still the fourth-most commented fic in the fandom, the most kudo'ed fic with a non-Wilmon focus [although Wilmon do feature prominently as side characters], and the 116th most kudo'ed out of the total 5,880 YR fics on ao3.) But the time for that has been over for a while now. Interest in non-Wilmon aspects and characters, which was always remarkably low, has waned as the people in the fandom have changed and new seasons have been added to the canon. Which is perfectly fine; everyone enjoys the show in their own way! Live and let live. Except... Even that seems to be a controversial opinion nowadays. The sad fact is that puritanical, fundamentalist sentiment has gained more and more ground in this fandom as time has gone by. There are people who feel the need to police others' shipping, opinions, and interpretations of canon. People who see all characters who either stand in Wilmon's way or represent the establishment that Wille is meant to break free from as rotten and unworthy of further exploration, and by extension, the fans who still want to explore them as morally dubious. People who see themselves as righteous warriors and anonymous hate mail to their "fandom adversaries" as a force for good. I never thought back when I was posting my longfic that I would one day be sent hate on Christmas Eve for making an analysis post about Henry and Simon's dynamic for an event that was meant to be about celebrating your fandom faves. Or that I would dread to publish said hate anon, because I was afraid people would either agree with it or more likely ignore it. But here we are. To reiterate, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to focus on enjoying my corner rather than trying to wave people over. .

Thanks for reading!

[jingerpi]

something weird after growing up unable to express your personhood (cult+queerphobia) is learning to understand how to relate to characters. learning that you can really like a character and see some aspect of yourself in them without them being literally you. it's so instinctual to hold characters so close and tightly and feel like they represent you and wash away anything characterizing them differently from you but over time you begin to learn to simply appreciate characters as what they are, as (fictional) people who are often as diverse and unique as real people, if not more so. it's okay to feel a connection to a character and have them be your favoritest even if they're different from you, it's okay, you can let go and acknowledge the things that make them different from you. maybe this is a hyperspecific experience that only applies to me and like 1 other person, but it really does feel like a strangely significant lesson in media and how to relate to it as a real person

[age-of-moonknight]

“Hunter’s Moon,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight, (Vol. 2/2024), #4.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[aeb-art]

i was trying to make up side characters for @8um8le's space friends and thought "every show needs a grump"

i'm not gonna finish this though, so y'all can have it now o7

[volfoss]

like i genuinely cannot believe thegall that she has quinn saying that oh they loved being servants... really??

[ID: Text reading:

"“I let them go into the front parlor together, and then I went into the kitchen for lunch, where Jasmine was just telling Big Ramona that they were rich. I hated to break up their happiness with my glum looks and I blamed it all on hunger. Besides, Jasmine had always been rich and so was Big Ramona. They just never wanted to leave Blackwood Manor, everybody knew."/end ID]

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

y'know, I've been seeing a lot more posts talking about how fanfic, specifically, puts characters into boxes and takes away the nuance of them, and while I think that's an important discussion to have, I also find it quite perplexing? Like, these posts seem to come from people who don't even, or maybe very rarely, consume fics in the first place, and I say that because, if you do consume fics semi-regularly, you kind of learn? how to gage what the stories and characterisation are going to be like based on the tags and summary? Sometimes, you do have to step into the fic to figure it out, but it hardly takes very long to realise if it gels with you or not. Idk, it's not anything serious or important, but it does give me... "girl, what were you doing at the devil's sacrament" vibes, you know?

[nitetime-moon]

Fighting Art Block Pt 1

[unproduciblesmackdown]

further musings with the ability to consider the overarching series wherein it like as ever, questioning how well anything was questioned when in the end it seems like it's going "okay let's look at these people we think are epic" where ultimately of course it's like oh they might also be shitty they might not get the best endings, b/c they couldn't Change....while characters like wendy who ostensibly did get [better endings, b/c you can change] status spent the whole time Not choosing to change, ends up with a foot in both camps w/axe & chuck, like okay watch me assuming she's just off to more of the same. but what mattered was that billions always considered her Epic. rian's not a character and didn't do anything and ended up clearly only another [just some asshole] employee who'd just like to keep showing up for the usual and stepping on & bullying other employees for ego, and the fact that it was completely believable she just committed to sticking with that forever until then it was like oh okay she's supposed to have only just now for some reason decided it's time to leave b/c she's just too nice? like, that is not convincing, i'm sure she's off to more of the same forever too anyways, but yet again the non plan here seems to have been determined by billions' deciding this character is like, ambiently epic. chuck sr gets alleged heartwarming moments (on his terms) b/c damn if he isn't epic at least, like axe and chuck sufficiently are. winston as a consummate cringe loser nerd couldn't ever be written anything in particular besides being crushed, which he deserves, and is so fun. ben kim on the other hand might be billions' specialest little guy who they Don't think deserves being crushed (as much) (and/or we can at least sympathize with him over it) but he doesn't get much of an ending to speak of or muse on b/c if anything his triumphs were about being a little more Epic but in the end maybe he just wasn't quite Epic enough, whether for a better or worse ending. b/c these other characters might end up either way but again if you're really worth talking about on the show at all you do simply have to have been Inherently Epic in the first place, which will no matter what guarantee you an epic consideration and material devoted to you, versus the inherent losers who will get no such thing no matter what. (wags was useless and an asshole but we Needed his involvement and focus and ending that was just fine thanks)

[dragonowlie]

My internet is back! *holds my downstairs neighbours like a cat that knocked over a potted plant* YOU!

anyway the second I realised my internet was fully back I immediately put on castlevania nocturne and there is so much I could say about it and if I had more energy I might but tldr

BAROQUE MUSIC

[silvvergears]

So I guess I'm going to spend the next four to five business days hyperfocusing on a potential Dishonored au for TOG ft. Hunter as Emily, Eda as Corvo, and Belos as the Royal Spymaster. I've already figured out most of the casting and how the storyline will shift and change (Hunter is older than Emily was and has a much more active role) for both games, and as soon as work is done I'm going to work on some art for it

[dan-crimes]

I don't personally enjoy death in my stories for one because I have no experience with it personally and for two because you can't torture a character anymore once they've died 😇

[thaliagrayce]

do NOT understand why will was complaining about nico's dark edgy powers. the pro to dating the king of all emo kids is that you get to date the king of all emo kids. whats not clicking