#also. hey. transformers fan here too

[todayisafridaynight]

For the record I do want to stress that I am that same anon from some while ago who said that I enjoy Y4 in the same way I enjoy being immeasurably stoned and waking up in a different state. So like. I have no good excuse for why I like Y4. I just like all of the Yakuza games despite the issues. I think it's the part of me that's a refugee from Transformers fandom who is used to rewriting 80% of the bullshit internally (or externally if I feel spicy enough) to suit my tastes.

omg stoner anon how you livin bruh

anyway yeah you CAN like it i aint sayin ya CANT: i unironically love shadow the hedgehog and that game gets panned to death every other month.

you can like stuff despite knowing their flaws that the beauty of media and if anything enhances your enjoyment of it: being able to criticize the things you love means you want better things for it because you enjoy the concepts and characters it's given, so i ain't sayin ya gotta suck rgg's tits to love the games 😷

[dear-tortured-adam]

❝ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩-𝐢𝐬𝐡 ❞ Ver 3

╰┈➤ LOVE ME DESPITE IT ALL? | HEADCANON POST

question : "Does this get tiring...?" AKA nondateables seeing their beloved sheep... as a human!

part.s : demon brothers | triworlds | nondateables

pairing.s : Thirteen x MC, Mephistopheles x MC, Raphael x MC [all separately] + a suprise guest

note.s : That took longer than I expected. Seriously, this week felt like such a rollercoaster ride that I didn't think I'd be able to finish this in time— but here we are!!

Fair warning that I have no notes on Raphael whatsoever. I am purely basing these off of interactions that I recall at the top of my head; consider this as another practice round :"DD

Anyhow, hope you enjoy the conclusion to this trilogy! ^^

The sheep's curse returns.

It's been so long, why MUST it happen NOW!? After your family getaway to the human world, no less. Back to square one: memory loss and stubby legs. Everyone came to your aid, albeit more protective than before due to circumstances. New people? New People! You have bonded with them after a while, and while most weren't too overjoyed, you'd say it was an enjoyable-

Oh my for goodness' sake-

The all too familiar poof arises again. But, was it just you or did it hurt than the last- ahh.. You placed your palm to your forehead. Hurts. It fucking hurts. With one eye open, you try and ask for help to maybe Lucifer or- Oh right, they're also in this room.

THIRTEEN ; "Awww!!"

Thirteen is very supportive.

Hm? She stans you all the way, one of your biggest fans! This privilege will surely seal the deal!

Another fangirl added to your roster. You have piqued her interest at the sight of your adorably special soul but-

Girly runs up to you and pulls you in a tight embrace.

Thirteen is absolutely GUSHING over how you look. That hair? adorbs! Any tattoos? Cuties!! More, more, more!!

What's got our reaper even more excited was your soul! Well, so the curse also managed to hide your soul- not literally though it slightly hindered its view.

The first instance she went to check on your soul, Thirteen noticed the white glowing light emitting like dispersed shockwaves; urging to be released to its full glory.

And to FINALLY inspect it with no obstacles? She was beyond thrilled.

Although, she does feel kind of bummed out about it, to be honest.

Thirteen had spent eons crafting and perfecting specialized traps and pranks for the little sheep. Seriously, do you have ANY idea how long it takes to get the measurements right?

Hmph! now she has nothing to use them for!!

It didn't matter how frickin' shorter you are than all of them, you still aren't plushie sheep size!

Hmm.. maybe she should instead use this as an opportunity to conduct larger-scale traps... though that wouldn't just be suited for you.

Unless...

Hey hey human, get ready! Once she gets you, she's got you.

MEPHISTOPHELES ; "So THIS is the human?"

Pft- the nobleman scoffs.

He has seen far greater escapades than the sight beholding his very eyes at the moment.

It's really no outstanding feat.

Truly.

As much as he wishes to brush this aside as yet another antic done by the human, you know that he will never escape it.

You know he will be thinking plentiful of it — though not in any particular light [yet]

You see, this transformation will become the next talk of the school for weeks. By cursed virtue, it felt mandatory to handle this topic and present its own article.

Unfortunately for Mephistopheles, it meant all who are part of the Newspaper Club would constantly observe; asking you questions to publish this latest issue.

Why must he care? Sure publication is necessary for the RAD archives yet he didn't have to think about you.

He shouldn't have to think about you.

Yet there he sat, scribbling through the papers on his desk to get your physical description as accurate as possible. A good headline may do? "The Tiny Lamb Turns Human!" — no. That's not read-worthy enough.

The last time he was ever like this was describing Lord Diavolo's newest outfit during one of the many balls he'd host back in the day. That article reached headlines as people exchange opinions on this "newest fashion trend".

Did he really pay this much attention to your appearance? You? An otherwise useless mound of flesh that's got everyone's attention?

"What did Diavolo see in you?" — whatever it may be, it made sense.

It should make sense. He trusts Diavolo's word for it, and he quotes: "the prettiest human to ever grace this land."

RAPHAEL ; "..."

...? Huh.

Raphael was very curious. It dates back to the first time he encountered you.

Frankly, at the time he had to look down to the ground as he didn't know humans could be so. . .

Short.

But now that the curse had once again faded away [perhaps], he tries to understand what all the others were fussing on about you.

His eyes peer over your form, taking in each and every detail. He has a sharp eye, though once you take a glance at him, you feel as if he's trying to memorize your form.

Don't get too appalled, he does not have a disappointed look on his face.

As much as he's observing, Raphael won't comment on anything. Positive, Negative, none at all — he just stood there quietly. He lets other people do the talking for him.

That doesn't mean he won't give a comment or two asking if you're alright... Well, your face was indeed contorted in horror for a few seconds before you felt the traumatic headache building up once more.

He never understood how people's eyes seem drawn toward your direction. He thought that it almost looked like their eyes were permanently glued onto you.

Well at first he assumed that it's with how cute you were. Luke and Simeon constantly talk about it over at Purgatory Hall, paired with Solomon gushing about his "adorable apprentice" like an overproud mentor.

Now? Raphael sees himself fallen victim.

Ah. You got him.

Hm? Oh! A message from heaven?

MICHAEL ; "Surprise Surprise.."

Such an adorable little sheep. . .

You didn't know—no one did—but Michael had been observing everything up from the top of the Celestial Realm.

He wouldn't say he was curious, but more or less intrigued by the idea of what you looked like. All he received was a glimpse of one of the many chaotic instances that you got yourself into.

Oh my, it was a delight.

A small chuckle escaped Michael's lips. With a snap of the finger, the cloud within the orb dissipates, gone from within the crystal dome.

If you ever meet in the far distant future, Michael has exactly one question prepared for you.

Human, what have you done to them?

A/N: and that's a wrap! Now the Michael thingy was just a bit of a silly idea and to be clear I have not yet played Lessons 40+ of NB so I have no idea what goes there- so that last part is purely for the feels ;v; There won't be a part 4 or further continuation for "Feeling Sheep-ish", so what comes after is now up to the reader's interpretation. Would also like to add that my schedule will be taking a toll for the next few months, so there will be an update in the rules. And this will be the last you will see of this formatting because I'm updating this blog's theme- but hey, now it's series exclusive! How about it? That's all and stay safe whenever and wherever you are ! !

divider/s by @/cafekitsune | artwork by NTT Solmare

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

Hey guys I'm awake and well now let's continue (Rook's Dream):

We find ourselves in Savanclaw where we find Savanaclaw Rook and I honestly love him here he looks like a dog I left outside in the rain by accident (affectionate)

Now everone's confused as to why Rook's in Savanaclaw, but then Rook drops the bomb that Vil is in RSA and everyone's like "WHAT?!"

Stop Rook is literally just being the biggest neigevil oshi cuz he just wants Vil and Neige to be besties 😭. He's so open about it too like he's literally geeking about their interviews together to the point that he's squeezing Grim and Epel cuz he got too excited (he's so fr for that honestly). But then Sebek snaps and Rook apologizes because no one in Savanaclaw is a neigevil fan as well :((

But Ortho encourages Rook by wanting to visit his room so that they can learn about Neige and Vil. Grim questions the decision, but that's like the only way they can break Rook out of the dream, and now Rook's just murmuring to himself and how he will introduce them to Vil and Neige

Once they're near Rook's room he literally told them not to barge into his room and the gang did exactly what they're not supposed to do

AND OH MY GOD ROOK'S ROOM IS JUST????

(pov: you're in a neigevil oshi competition but your opponent is rook hunt)

SEBEK THOUGHT THIS WAS A RITUAL ROOM FOR A SECOND AND ROOK IS CURRENTLY LOSING IT 😭😭😭. Apparently Rook has been hiding his hyperfixation for THREE YEARS and he can't just let the group go...until they watch DVDs of neigevil interactions

This went on for five hours and Rook was gushing, sobbing and crying over it, Silver actually slept for the first time in the realm of dreams because of this 💀. Before the group leaves, Epel couldn't help but ask Rook if he still remembers what happened during VDC, an d Rook mentions that he remembers that Vil and Neige performed "Yahoo, Yahoo" together.

The group meets again with Idia, and they're discussing the events of Book 5, and how the entire incident during VDC might have been the root cause for Rook's dream to turn out like this. Because in this dream, Rook never transfers to Pomefiore because Vil was never in NRC to begin with. Rook was most likely haunted by that incident because he trusted Vil so much, that he'd rather have Vil and Neige be friends instead of rivals to prevent the whole overblot situation

SO NOW THE GANG IS THINKING OF A WAY TO WAKE UP ROOK BY PERFORMING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

(I REALLY WANT TO SEE THE WHOLE THING YA'LL TO WHOEVER HAS A LINK TO THE RHYTHMIC PLS SEND IT TO MEEEEEE)

But their positions are the following: Vil - Epel Jamil - Ortho Epel - Sebek Kalim - Yuu Ace - Grim Deuce - Silver

Basically Epel had to teach the others the entire choreography of Absolutely Beautiful and he said it's fine if they don't perfect it because in the original they weren't able to perfect it as well. But then everything suddenly goes blurry and we get dream Vil and dream Neige suddenly performing "Yahoo, Yahoo", and now Rook is back to being an oshi again.

But Epel wasn't having it, he points out to Rook that the real Vil looks more sinister and had a more sharper look to him and that he was more poisonous and beautiful. That's when Epel told Rook that he was a far worse traitor back when he voted for RSA if he tells the words that Vil wanted to hear to the fakes.

That wakes Rook up, he remembers everything now because he was wondering why he cried during their Absolutely Beautiful performance. Idia then gives Rook the "invite" to join them as well. Rook changes clothes and fights

Btw I just wanna show you guys his groovy here because it's that special to me

Idia was laughing because he now has a video of Sebek dancing and Sebek is just yelling at him that he won't forgive him if he showed it to anyone.

Surprisingly Rook mastered thew magical girl transformation faster than the gang, but they're learning. Rook also tags along with the gang to save the last person, Vil

AND WE'RE DONE WITH ROOK'S DREAM, JESUS CHRIST IT GOES FROM UNSERIOUS TO SERIOUS IT'S FUNNY. But I'm covering Vil's dream last, see you then!

Next: Vil's Dream Previous: Epel's Dream

[arceespinkgun]

I think I've reached my last nerve with how TF fans treat Jazz on here and on AO3, and I feel the need to rant about it. Obligatory "not all Jazz fans" and "not all JazzProwl fans" disclaimer here... if this doesn't sound like it's describing the content you make or enjoy, then it's not. Honestly, I don't think this angry rant is going to convince anybody of anything, but I'm posting it because I want to make it clear that people see this and are aware it's racist.

Never let it be said that racism isn't thriving in the TF fandom on Tumblr and AO3, because so much Jazz fan content is the most blatantly racist shit. And it's nowhere near as bad on other sites that people here usually claim are more racist—I've never seen what I'm about to describe on r/transformers, for example. TF fans on here often claim to love Jazz so much and say he's one of the best, most unhateable TF characters along with Soundwave, but do they ACTUALLY love Jazz?

Tumblr and AO3 users when they see this great, heavily Black-coded hero: We love Jazz! Ooh, what if he was a slave? What if he was hyper-violent? What if he was a disruptive chaos gremlin? What if he was hypersexual? What if he was lazy and never did his work? What if he was a drug addict? What if he was a prostitute? What if he had an evil alter? What if he used to be/was secretly a Decepticon? What if he was a notorious criminal? What if he was literally some kind of bestial monster?

I've actually seen people on Tumblr asking if Jazz being a Decepticon or having an evil alter was ever canon. Well, let this be a PSA: none of this shit is fucking real! I've seen almost all the media Jazz is in, and none of this reflects how he's been portrayed, ever! Apparently people posting links and screenshots and GIFs showing what Jazz has actually been like in canon hasn't caused people to self-reflect, because this shit is still somehow super popular and even filtering doesn't screen even close to all of it! And I've seen in real-time people who are newer to the fandom getting tricked by all this racist fanon and then being drawn into it, thinking it reflects something when it doesn't! That's one of the things that bothers me most!

And then there's the other half of this, which is the immense popularity of JazzProwl. Putting aside how ridiculous it is that a ship between characters who haven't had a positive interaction in fifteen years is somehow the most popular ship in this fandom, half of all the Jazz content I see on sites like Tumblr also stars Prowl, as if Jazz isn't an arguably more prominent character with tons of unexplored stuff of his own going on. But that's the least of it. How the hell do I constantly see people uncritically post shit with this ship like Prowl trying to arrest or pull over a chaotic criminal Jazz? Or shooting at him? Or white savior, copaganda, anti-sex work garbage like Prowl as a cop rescuing prostitute/stripper Jazz from exploitative working conditions (I'm not making this shit up)? (Also, @ people who make content in which Prowl is Jazz's slave—I see you too, and you're not woke. You are still linking Black people to slavery as your first thought and then assuming it's subversive to flip the dynamic you'd expect to see. You're getting off on slavery and still including a Black-coded hero in your shit.)

Even the majority of the much milder content I see is still ridiculously OOC and plays into racist tropes in its own ways. Like how 90% of JazzProwl content shows a lazy, distractible Jazz endlessly trying to get Prowl to relax by disrupting his work or playing pranks or some shit. What media does that come from? Oh yeah, it comes from nowhere, because it's just old fanon that's been endlessly regurgitated by people who aren't realizing how making this up plays into offensive stereotypes about Black men and boys. Hey, if you people love this boring dynamic so much, maybe look at the canon relationships that are similar to it instead of forcing characters who don't fit it whatsoever into these roles without thinking about the implications!

And guess what? I've repeatedly seen literal proof that basically everyone who thinks they like this ship hasn't ever seen the characters interact in canon, too—every so often somebody on here will ask why JazzProwl is popular and ask for fans to share the canon media that made them ship it... and inevitably nobody can share anything, which is hilarious every time. Sometimes people will admit it's all fanon. In fact, the other day I saw a link to a fic from the very early 2000s that claims to be the super-influential, first JazzProwl fic ever making the rounds on Tumblr, and guess what? I looked at it and it was already super fucking racist, with Jazz being described as chaotic and not a hard worker and it had Prowl angrily shooting at him!!!

Jazz is one of my favorite characters and I'm so sick of this shit! Normally I love transformative works and new interpretations of characters, but in this case the fanon is so horrid and has always been horrid, so either try to examine Jazz in canon and portray him based on it, or be a fan of a different character! And fucking REMEMBER that this is a Black-coded hero, damn it! I saw a fic the other day that made me literally choke on my drink because it had Blaster (also a Black-coded hero) describing Jazz as a "spook!" THAT DOES NOT JUST MEAN SPY, THAT'S A RACIST, ANTI-BLACK SLUR!!! And this isn't even getting into how people in fic have Jazz talk! Jazz in all the media I've seen speaks very clearly and rarely has any kind of accent, but I constantly see white people attempting to write his dialogue phonetically in a way that feels straight out of Uncle Tom's Cabin. What the fuck is this?!

Also, petty, but the fans who make and consume this kind of content in my opinion don't then get to relentlessly criticize something like Earthspark, which has a cast and crew of people of color, by claiming it undermined its themes and is racist!

[i-starcreamed]

Hey can I get three different scenarios if, Optimus, Mirage and bumblebee from Rotb, had met a tameranean who is like Starfire in a way, and is a princess. How would they react when they meet her and learn how strong and powerful she is, and what would their romantic relationship be like. Also the reader acts like starfire too, but I would find it funny if she kissed the Autobots to learn their language when she too comes to earth cause they were the nearest thing near her. Sorry if this is a lot I just love the idea since she too lives in space, that they may know a little bit about each other. Also I would find it adorable if they had sparklings with her since I head canon tameraneans can practically mate with anything. (I’m gonna scream if you except this, cause I don’t think you will but thank you for at least reading this! 🫶🏾)

i actually thought this idea was super cute, anon. I decided to do long-ish headcanons because I wasn't sure how to fit everything into one scenario for each.

[ tameranean!reader post includes: ROTB Optimus, Mirage, and Bumblebee

OPTIMUS

once he assesses that you're not a threat, I imagine he'd be super curious about your powers and abilities. Once he finds out you're too from space, I feel like he'll be able to confide in you a bit more than he would with humans?? Like, you're an alien like him, possibly stranded on Earth as well

he respects you so much, because wow you're a princess? He admires your bravery, especially if you're willing to help them. Despite being reluctant at first

Just imagined Optimus Prime bowing down to you a little, started going crazy

anyways

The Autobots were the first you came across upon landing on Earth, you didn't speak their language nor did you speak English. You proved you weren't a threat, but they didn't understand you or know your motives yet. You realized you landed on yet another civilization that doesn't speak nor understand Tamaraneans. And so, you did the only thing you could do. Optimus was the closest, so you gave him a simple peck on the mouth. The other autobots around were trying not to giggle at the look on Prime's face. He was shocked, confused, and maybe a bit flustered. You swore he didn't answer for a couple minutes when you greeted everyone.

He's suchhh a big fan of your Tamaranean features, you're so unique and yet so human as well. Again, he admires your bravery and strength and your attitude. Genuinely enjoys your company. If you're somewhere secluded, he'll go on a drive with you maybe flying next to him as you talk :3

I think Prime would be one to want sparklings with his significant other, he could only hope they will live in a world outside of war. He would never want them to experience what he and many others did. Also deep down, the Orion Pax in him that would've never thought about fighting in a war would've wanted to happily settle down somewhere. Knowing that you're a bit stronger/resilient than normal humans (or most types of aliens he knows of) he feels a lot more secure with having sparklings with you. How many? No one will ever know.

MIRAGE

okay so imagine you meet in the middle of a fight accidentally. You've been trying to blend in like a normal citizen of Earth ever since you got here, you were shocked to see that humans were in fact not the only species that lived here. Unfortunately for you, the same city you were staying at was being attacked by giant evil alien robots.

You're in the middle of the street, not really knowing the extent of what these robots can do. One second you see a Porsche, a semi truck, and a camaro speed past you and transform into more alien robots...but this time they're fighting the one destroying the city so they're good you think? The next second, you were too frozen in admiring these aliens when suddenly a car goes flying towards you.

It happens in slow motion, Mirage is the only one who sees it go straight for your face. But he's confident, he knows he can catch it and save you. Except...it slips through his servos. His spark nearly stops. Instead of seeing a poor 'human' go spat on the ground, he can't believe his optics when you reach out and catch the fucking car??

After that whole incident, he's asking you a bunch of questions. You give him a lil kiss so you can answer him in his language, you're slightly surprised when suddenly you know english and cybertronian, whatever that is

Honestly, I could imagine Mirage never letting go of that kiss, like he's going to joke about it for years.

You're a princess? hell yeah, he thinks you're super badass and wants to see you in action tbh. He's still gonna act like a knight in shining armor but he knows you can handle yourself, he wants to impress you fr

Wants you to teach him your language, he will try but it'll sound like gibberish. Either that or he will learn it immediately because uhh cybertronian super advanced robot?

He's definitely an excited father to your sparklings, you will need to make sure he doesn't teach them to be troublemakers because HE WILL raise them into little fuckin risk takers

BUMBLEBEE

Unfortunately he would not be able to learn your language since there are no tameranean radio stations.. but hey you can still kiss him!

once he gets to know you and where you're from, he's a huge fangirl I think

definitely hypes you up and praises you when you chuck a car at a deception or something. Once he knows you're probably as strong as they are, you guys do some cool combos out in the battlefield.

power couple !?!?!

jokingly does a little bow every time he greets you, then crushes you in a hug. Probably plays some cheesy line from some radio station

he lovesss how you're so kind and compassionate to species you don't know and a planet that isn't yours, but also the fact that you're brave in the face of danger. He knows you can defend yourself and still come back to give him a lil kiss afterwards

he asks if you can carry him. you probably lift him up by one hand and he's going crazy that you might drop him.

you will both learn about Earth together, as well as each other's home planets :3

laying out in the middle of nowhere, staring at the stars and reminiscing about your home? of course

he'd be sooo nervous about sparklings, nervous but excited. He'd be the most caring boyfriend and equally as caring father

thinks your sparklings are the cutest ever ever

[jennyandvastraflint]

Would love to hear more about your thoughts on the commercialisation of fandom!!

Ooooh, boy you've opened a can of worms. I took a Fan Studies course at uni for a module bc I could choose it, and I did a lot of research into this specific topic... I hope it's okay that I'm just putting in some of my slides and then summarising underneath each!

Now, fandom in, for instance, fan fiction spaces, works on the basis of a Gift Economy in which gifts rather than money are exchanged. However, these gifts aren't just meant for one person, but for many, and even when you for instance do an artwork or a fanfic for someone, other people can still ALSO read it. These gifts can (but don't have to) be responded to with another gift, be it a comment on a fic, or a fic in return. Now, I could go into much more detail here, but I recommend checking out for instance this text by Trisha Turk on the TWC for some more in-depth stuff about this. (I'll list all the sources I used in the presentation in the end btw!) The gist of it is that fandom is a very complex system in which the reciprocation of gifts - and therefore labour - is distributed across the community.

(more under the cut)

HOWEVER capitalism, as always, comes along and tries to ruin things for profit.

Fandoms continue to form because of the unrestricted movement and no one dictating what is well, "really" canon and what isn't. I'm sure you've witnessed some fans in more recent years refusing to ship things that "won't become canon anyway", positioning the canonicity of a ship or a scenario higher than... well, their own critical reflection and interpretation OF the media and their own creative endeavours. At the end of the day, canon for me personally is something to draw on, negotiate with, or reject if it's stupid, while more recent fandoms I've seen sometimes go about their engagement with fandom as a sort of... worshipping of canon almost, and where being noticed by the creators is sort of the ultimate goal.

Now, this is of course connected to corporations realising that hey, actually people engaging with our media and creating something about it bring in numbers, and with them being able to make a profit off of views on social media, they seek to drive certain forms of engagement with the content. However, they are of course seeking to police HOW you engage with things, and don't you dare stray from their vision too much. This, of course, harms especially marginalised communities who propose alternative readings of media, who subvert the show itself and who transform it into something else, adding themselves into the work and into a world where, by design, they were invisible. It's also an attempt to undermine fan activism and grassroots organising by fans (if you wanna hear more about fan activism shoot me another ask and I will ramble <3 edit: link to post about fan activism) by keeping them in line with a sterilised version of fandom. In this sterilised and controlled version, the forms most often encouraged are things like video edits (but don't be too out there, that's bad too) that can be consumed like content by fandom... They like video edits, sterilised fanart, and things that are easily consumed and bring numbers, but "don't you dare write that nasty Spirk fanfiction where they have sex in the captain's chair! Ewww, yuck yuck!"

Rather than having a fandom driven by community, you have one driven by consumption, and that has become increasingly clear in the past few years, with readers on fan fiction asking "When next chapter?", pressuring artists, writers, etc. for more 'content' for them to consume without a) participating in the Gift Economy fandom is built upon and b) realising that these fan works are gifts to the community in the first place, and not content... These are, by the way, often the same fans who will cheer on AI because now they can finally read a story they wanted someone to continue :D Instead of using their own fucking brain, they're asking a bot trained on scraping works to produce them some bad, surface level jumble of words just so they can consume, consume, endlessly consume without ever having to think.

A few years ago (well in like, the late 2000s), a site called FanLib wanted to profit off of the resale of fanfiction, but were quickly shut down. Their mistake was that they mistook the community of fandom for a commodity to exploit for their own commercial interests. I'm not sure you've seen it, but Wattpad has sent authors emails asking them to update their fics frequently because it would appease the algorithm (see Tumblr Post about this here), which leads me to my next little point!

Algorithms! If you have ever done fan edits and posted them on sites like TikTok, Instagram, etc., you'll have noticed that... unless you post regularly and frequently (like. one edit a day at least), the algorithm will NOT push your video at all and it will be buried. Algorithms are based on how well a post performs not in terms of actual community that is built, but of course on numbers. Wattpad also functions on an algorithmic principle, which is why you have some........ individuals coming to AO3 and complaining about the supposed algorithm, spamming their work and reposting it, yadda yadda. Basically, these fans are so used to being spoonfed by an algorithm by now, they are confused when they are actually left on their own and are supposed to learn some basic fandom rules. It's honestly frightening to see fandom not only be reduced to this surface level interaction and to number-based algorithmic systems, but also to the trend-hopping TikTokification of fandom.

A study done by Booth and Dare-Edwards published in 2021 that focused on school age children basically came to the following conclusions... Children still connect "fan" with the same stereotypes of obsessive and unruly individuals that were plaguing us thirty years ago. A whole bunch of children think fandom is a thing of the past and that it peaked in the early 2000s - and while fandom of course is different now and has changed with the spread of the internet, fandom very much still is A Thing. Further, children connected fandom and being a fan mostly with buying merchandise and collecting, and also with plain consuming content, echoing "neo-liberal associations of ‘emotion’ with ‘buying power’, but at the same time, seemed to pathologize those who practice fandom (as they see it) ‘too much’" (Booth and Dare-Edwards 230). The text concludes that while there has been an explosion of media and you are becoming more multi-facetted in what you are a fan of, lilypad hopping and essentially abandoning fandoms after a brief period of surface level engagement and consuming content is increasingly becoming more common. From my own experience, this is for instance the case with shows like Willow (2022), Good Omens(ish), etc. Pretty much anything more recent doesn't have as stable a fanbase and if you enter the fandom a month too late it's already fizzing out. It's really fucked up, honestly.

Right, after that long tangent about this, I want to bring up ancillary models, which is an attempt by capitalist companies to market the previously unwanted Gift Economy of fandom as something new and desirable, but something they are in control of.

Ancillary Content Models try to lure fans in with "free" Behind-the-Scenes content. The guise they have stolen from fandom of acting like a Gift Economy of saying "here, this is for all our dedicated fans <3 Consume :D" is used to downplay the commercial infrastructure these Content Models (honestly it's already in the name). The "gifted" content is more concerned with getting loads of people to individually consume as much of it as possible to create an alternative revenue on for instance social media through views, clicks, likes, etc. They're essentially trying to commercialise our viewing time and keep us engaged with that additional content as much as possible. Rather than having a community that comes together to share their ideas and stories around a metaphorical campfire, Ancillary Content Models want each person alone to sit and stare at the stuff they put out as much as possible, always placidly clicking "like" and demanding more. They also want to cultivate an "official" fan community (aka the ones most dedicated to consuming additional content) that they can monitor and control, and they don't encourage anything that's too... out there, too subversive, too queer, etc. Coined "re-gifting economy" by Suzanne Scott, capitalism with these Ancillary Content Models has warped the Gift Economy fandom functions on into a model that equates consumption with community, and which wants to profit off of fans' engagement and their free labour of making viral TikTok edits that adhere to the sterilised version of what a fan "should be". The example I used in my presentation for this is from The Dragon Prince, which, while I do love the show, has been pushing such Ancillary Content Models. They also have a Discord (which is regulated and monitored) as their "official fan community" place, and not only are the rules pretty strict, but it also just... doesn't feel like a community but just like a bunch of people wanting more content gathered in one place :/

Now, to conclude this, capitalism sucks and is trying to ruin fandom communities in order to replace them with something they can make some more money of, and rather than having a critical fanbase that questions things, they want one that endlessly consumes the "free" content they churn out. Stay active in fandom, remember we're a Gift Economy, learn the fandom rules, and keep hating capitalism <3

Fan Work: Labor, Worth and participation in Fandom's gift economy by Trisha Turk

Now, the sources I have used for this...

Repackaging fan culture: The regifting economy of ancillary content models by Suzanne Scott

Stanfill, Mel. “The Fan Fiction Gold Rush, Generational Turnover, and the Battle for Fandom’s Soul.” The Routledge Companion to Media Fandom, edited by Melissa A. Click and Suzanne Scott, New York, 2017, pp. 77-79.

"No one's a fan of anything anymore, this isn't 2002.": Surveying 7–17-year-olds on being a fan and contemplating the future of fandom. by Paul Booth and Helena Louise Dare-Edwards

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Oh hey, it's fan art time!✨ This was inspired by @realdrgold metamy fic, "A broken heart can mend another", which I recommend! Tried my best with Metal's design- oh, I mean, Flare lol Also gave a different outfit to Amy because I just really like imagining her with different outfits. Tried to add some little references to the fic too!

Here's a link to the story!

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To blame

Isabela knew that Abuelo blamed Luisa for every little thing that went wrong. But it... It wasn't just blaming

For @miracles-and-butterflies AU where Pedro's family got the worst gift combination in his opinion

It was a little bit after midnight. Isabela was never the type to go to bed early. But usually, she stayed inside. After most of the family left, he got a strict schedule and forbade them from going out in the night.

It wasn't like he cared about them, but in the last years, Abuelo's behavior was definitely getting more snappish and strict. Isabela was honestly never on good terms with Pedro, but it was probably better than Luisa. Even if she had to admit that they were getting better over time. Luisa wasn't so loud or demanding now.

Things weren't good. Most of the family wasn't with them anymore. Tío Bruno had left. The entire warm branch had left. Mirabel.... she left too, just in a way darker sense.

Isabela was startled by a quiet, holden back sobbing, that was followed by hissing from the nursery. "Luisa" she got it immediately, not only by the voice but also with the fact that no one else could be in here at such a late time. What was Luisa doing anyway? She didn't sound okay.

Isabela didn't like to admit how concerned she was. Maybe it was because of Mirabel, but she couldn't stand the idea of leaving Luisa unattended. Besides, her sister was always a huge fan of hiding her feelings, not like Isabela could blame her. So this was something strange at least.

"Hey, muscle, what's the problem?" She laughed, peeking through the doorway. Luisa's breathing froze and she almost jumped on her bed in panic.

Isabela's smile faded way faster than it appeared, as she looked at Luisa in the candlelight that was burning on a nightstand next to Luisa. The bleeding bruises on her shoulders shined in the weak light. Tensing her eyes, Isabela was getting a better and better view of what was going on. Luisa's arms were covered in bruises. Some still fresh and bleeding, pink, red, and Luisa's favorite bright purplish color; others were fading yellow, disappearing in another patch. Luisa's arms had more bruises than healthy skin. Somewhere Isabela could spot burning scars, parts of sickingly white skin.

Isabela was never squeamish. She could say she dealt with injuries pretty well. It didn't make her less sick from the sight. Luisa's arms looked more like a painted canvas, decorated in so many colors.

"The fuck happened to you?" She muttered, horrified, stepping into the nursery. Casita's floorboards cracked under her feet. Luisa's eye twitching only made her more tense. "Luisa? What the hell?"

She was horrified in too many senses of this word. Luisa wrapped herself in a blanket, shamingly covering her injured arms. Isabela could hear sweat running down Luisa's face. "It..." Luisa's breathing hitched, her heart was running a marathon at this moment. "Abuelo." She breathed out, looking down.

Abuelo? What did she... Oh, crap no... he didn't... Was he the one to do this?

No, Isabela always knew that their grandfather didn't like Luisa. Coming with a lack of a gift. But this? This wasn't just yelling or pushing the blame for no reason. It was much, much worse than Isabela could ever think of.

Another sob escaped Luisa, as she was trembling. Isabela wasn't good at comforting. What would she have to do now? She awkwardly patted Luisa's spine. "Here... Here..."

Through her barely restrained cries, Luisa muttered an explanation. "It started because others were leaving the family."

Of course, Isabela knew that Abuelo blamed Luisa for the fact that everyone was going away from this hell of a family. He yelled at Luisa for hours when it happened for the first time. Abuelo was blaming Luisa for everything. Even before this all. And she knew that he was blaming Luisa for this too.

Her stomach twitched into a painful knot. She had a goddamn superhearing. Why didn't she know sooner? And even without her gift... Luisa was acting so off all this time. Now, more and more realizations were creeping into Isabela. From being extremely loud, Luisa went to a much more quiet self. She never argued with Abuelo now. It was so obvious that something was going on with her. Yet, Isabela never even think about it.

She wants to throw up. Not from the sight of injuries, but from realization. Isabela had never liked her grandfather, but now.... She would never call this monster "Abuelo" ever again. This bastard... He was the reason why almost everyone left. And he had the guts to blame Luisa and harm her?

Isabela's fists clenched, she growled slightly. Her veins popped out of her neck from tensed rage. "What the fuck is wrong with him?"

Luisa's eyes shifted to the candle flame. "I don't know." She rubbed her upper arm, trying to calm down the itching from her injuries.

Isabela had too many questions. Why didn't Luisa tell anyone? Why would Pedro blame her? She was so mad. Filled with hatred over this.

Luisa still looked tensed, almost on the brink of tears. "It hurts..." She breathed out, leaning against the headboard. And Isabela had no idea of how to react to this. Pedro was a dick.

"I'm going to kill him." Isabela looked at the floor, trying to do her best to hold herself down.

She had lost one sister already. And she certainly wasn't going to lose another one.

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i don't forget too well PT6

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As the days turned into weeks and then a month, Renée and Y/N found themselves navigating the ebb and flow of Y/N's journey toward healing. Therapy had become a crucial part of Y/N's routine, offering a space for self-reflection and emotional exploration. Renée, too, was on her own path, channeling her experiences into the creative realm.

Renée's comeback was met with excitement and anticipation from her fans. The living room, once a sanctuary during challenging times, now became a hub of creativity. Renée transformed one corner into a makeshift writing room, adorned with musical instruments, notebooks, and art supplies. It was here that she poured her emotions into new songs, each one a testament to the resilience and love that had sustained her and Y/N.

Y/N, while still navigating the complexities of her emotions, found solace in the support system surrounding her. The good days outnumbered the bad, and therapy became a source of empowerment. Renée, always attuned to Y/N's needs, ensured that the living room remained a sanctuary for both celebration and introspection.

One day, as Renée sat in her writing room strumming a guitar, Y/N entered, a smile playing on her lips. "Hey, how's it going in here?"

Renée looked up, a spark of creativity in her eyes. "I'm working on something special for the album. Want to see?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, settling into a nearby chair as Renée played a melody she had been crafting. The room filled with the warm, resonant tones of the guitar, setting the stage for a song that would encapsulate the essence of their journey.

"I wrote this thinking about us," Renée confessed. "The highs, the lows, and everything in between."

Y/N listened intently, feeling the emotions woven into each chord. "It's beautiful, Renée. I can't wait for everyone to hear it."

As Renée delved into the creative process, she began experimenting with not just music but also visual elements. The living room became a space where Renée, armed with colored pencils and sketchpads, designed potential album covers. Each sketch conveyed the emotions embedded in the songs, a visual narrative that mirrored the journey of love, struggle, and resilience.

Y/N, curious and supportive, would join Renée in the living room, offering feedback and sharing her own thoughts. It became a collaborative effort, a testament to the strength of their connection and the power of creative expression.

The living room, once a witness to vulnerability, transformed into a haven of artistic exploration and emotional catharsis. Renée's upcoming album, a reflection of their shared experiences, was poised to be a deeply personal and evocative collection.

As the days rolled on, Renée and Y/N continued to carve out moments of connection within the walls of their home. The living room, now a multifaceted space, echoed with the melodies of healing, the strokes of creativity, and the unwavering love that bound them together.

As the release date for Renée's highly anticipated album approached, the atmosphere in their home buzzed with excitement. The living room, once a cocoon of emotional healing, had become a hub of anticipation and creative energy. Renée, having poured her heart into every song, was now ready to share the culmination of her journey with the world.

Two weeks passed since Renée had put the finishing touches on the album, and the countdown to its release had begun. The living room, adorned with snippets of visual art and musical instruments, bore witness to the final preparations. Y/N, fully engaged in the process, reveled in the anticipation alongside Renée.

"Can you believe it's almost here?" Renée exclaimed, glancing at the calendar. "Two more days, and the album will be out in the world."

Y/N grinned, sharing in Renée's excitement. "It's incredible, babe. Your hard work and passion are going to resonate with so many people."

Renée leaned in for a quick kiss, her eyes reflecting gratitude. "I couldn't have done it without you, love. Your strength and resilience inspired every note and every word."

As the final teasers for the album circulated online, fans eagerly speculated about the surprise Renée had hinted at – a tour accompanying the release. The living room, now a nerve center for their creative endeavors, also served as a space for secret planning.

Renée, her eyes sparkling with mischief, turned to Y/N. "I have something else up my sleeve, you know. Something big."

Y/N raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Oh? Do tell."

Renée chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Let's just say the album release isn't the only thing fans have to look forward to. I'm planning a tour, and I want you to be a part of it. As my special surprise guest."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of excitement and nerves coursing through her. "Me? On tour with you?"

Renée nodded. "Absolutely. Your story is a part of this album, and I want the world to see the incredible person who inspired these songs. Plus, having you with me will make it even more special."

The living room, witness to countless moments of vulnerability, now reverberated with the excitement of what lay ahead. As the release day drew nearer, Renée and Y/N found themselves balancing the anticipation of the album's impact with the joy of shared creative endeavors.

The final two days leading up to the release were filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Renée, with the support of Y/N, navigated the delicate balance between vulnerability and celebration. The living room, adorned with teasers and tour plans, became a stage for the climax of their journey.

Release day dawned with an air of excitement and nerves. The living room, now a space that held the weight of their journey, took center stage as Renée prepared to unveil her album to the world. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and the air felt charged with a mix of vulnerability and triumph.

Renée sat on the couch, her fingers tapping nervously on her knee as she scrolled through the flood of messages and well-wishes pouring in from fans, friends, and fellow artists. Y/N sat beside her, offering a reassuring presence and occasional words of encouragement.

"You've got this, Renée. The world is going to love your music," Y/N said, squeezing Renée's hand.

Renée offered a grateful smile. "I hope so. It's just surreal, you know? Putting something so personal out there for everyone to hear."

The living room, adorned with flickering candles and the soft glow of fairy lights, provided a comforting backdrop. Renée took a deep breath, centering herself for the day ahead. Social media was abuzz with fans sharing their favorite snippets from the teasers and expressing their anticipation for the full album.

As the clock ticked closer to the official release, Renée and Y/N decided to take a break from the online frenzy. They retreated to the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast together. The scent of coffee wafted through the air, a familiar and grounding ritual amid the whirlwind of emotions.

"Remember when we used to spend hours in this kitchen, just talking and getting to know each other?" Renée mused, a fond smile playing on her lips.

Y/N nodded, stirring creamer into her coffee. "Those were some of the best times. It's amazing how far we've come since then."

The living room, having witnessed the highs and lows of their relationship, now bore witness to a new chapter unfolding. Renée's album, a musical testament to their love and resilience, was poised to make its mark on the world.

As the release time approached, Renée and Y/N returned to the living room. Renée, holding a physical copy of the album, took a moment to reflect on the journey that had brought them to this point.

"I want to thank you, Y/N. For being my inspiration, my support, and my love. This album wouldn't exist without you," Renée expressed, her voice tinged with emotion.

Y/N smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from Renée's face. "And I want to thank you for turning our story into something beautiful. I'm so proud of you, Renée."

With a deep breath, Renée clicked the button to release the album to the world. Social media platforms exploded with activity as fans eagerly streamed the tracks. Renée's vulnerability, laid bare in the lyrics, resonated with listeners on a profound level.

The living room, now filled with the harmonious melodies of the album, became a space where the echoes of their journey reverberated. The world listened, captivated by the stories woven into each song.

Renée and Y/N sat together, hand in hand, absorbing the waves of emotion. The living room, once a sanctuary of solace, now transformed into a stage where vulnerability and creativity merged into a beautiful symphony.

As the day unfolded, the couple watched as the album climbed the charts, garnering praise and recognition. Messages of gratitude flooded in from fans who found solace and resonance in Renée's music.

With the album gaining momentum and resonating with audiences worldwide, Renée found herself thrust into a whirlwind of promotional events and interviews. Y/N, always a steadfast presence in Renée's life, accompanied her to each venue, providing unwavering support from backstage.

As Renée navigated the demands of interviews, photo shoots, and public appearances, the living room, once the epicenter of their private moments, now echoed with the excitement of newfound success. Y/N, watching proudly from the wings, marveled at Renée's ability to articulate the deeply personal inspiration behind each song.

One particular track, "Abyss," emerged as a fan favorite, maintaining its position at the top of the charts since release day. The haunting melodies and poignant lyrics seemed to strike a chord with listeners, solidifying Renée's place as a songwriter capable of capturing raw emotion.

Backstage, after a particularly intense interview, Renée and Y/N found a moment of solace in the dressing room. Renée, still buzzing with adrenaline, collapsed onto the sofa.

"That was intense," Renée remarked, running a hand through her hair.

Y/N chuckled, offering a comforting presence. "You handled it like a pro, babe. They love you out there."

Renée sighed, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction in her eyes. "I just want the music to speak for itself, you know? I never expected all of this."

Y/N took Renée's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You deserve every bit of it. Your music is making a difference in people's lives."

As the tour progressed, each city brought new challenges and triumphs. The living room, though physically absent, remained a symbolic space where Renée and Y/N found solace amid the chaos of the spotlight.

One evening, as they returned to their hotel room after a successful performance, Renée reflected on the impact the album was having.

"Can you believe 'Abyss' is still at number one?" Renée said, a mixture of disbelief and joy in her voice.

Y/N grinned. "It's an incredible song, just like the others. But 'Abyss' has something special that resonates with people."

Renée nodded, a sense of humility in her eyes. "I'm grateful for every person who's connecting with the music. It makes all the vulnerability worth it."

As the week unfolded, Renée's promotional events continued to skyrocket, and Y/N, although silently struggling with the weight she felt she had imposed on Renée, decided it was time to plan something special. With the living room as the setting for their romantic evening, Y/N aimed to express her gratitude for Renée's unwavering support.

One evening, Y/N surprised Renée with a reservation at a quaint, candlelit restaurant. The ambiance was cozy, and the aroma of delicious dishes filled the air. As they sat across from each other, Y/N couldn't help but smile at the thought of the surprise awaiting them at home.

Renée noticed Y/N's secretive grin and raised an eyebrow. "What's going on in that mischievous mind of yours?"

Y/N chuckled, reaching across the table to hold Renée's hand. "Just wait, babe. Dinner is just the beginning."

The evening unfolded with laughter, shared memories, and the kind of intimacy that only a quiet restaurant could provide. As they finished their dessert, Y/N suggested heading home for the surprise.

Back in the living room, soft music played in the background, casting a warm glow on the room. Y/N had set up an array of candles, creating a romantic atmosphere. Renée, still curious about the surprise, couldn't contain her excitement.

"What's all this?" Renée asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

Y/N grinned, pulling Renée into a slow dance in the middle of the living room. "Just a little something to show my appreciation for everything you've done."

The dance led them closer to a strategically placed blanket, adorned with strawberries and a bottle of champagne. Renée's eyes sparkled with delight as she realized the thought and effort Y/N had put into the surprise.

"Wow, Y/N. This is amazing," Renée said, settling onto the blanket. "I love it."

As they indulged in the strawberries and champagne, Y/N couldn't help but express her feelings. "Renée, you've been my rock, and I just wanted to do something special for you. You deserve all the love in the world."

Renée, touched by the gesture, reached for Y/N's hand. "This is perfect, babe. But you know you don't have to go to such lengths to show your appreciation. Just having you by my side is more than enough."

Y/N smiled, leaning in for a sweet kiss. "I know, but I wanted to make tonight special for you. Now, there's one more surprise."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/N gently placed her hands on Renée's shoulders, guiding her towards the bedroom. "Close your eyes, babe. I've got one more surprise for you."

Renée, intrigued and a bit flustered, complied, closing her eyes with an anticipatory smile. The soft glow of candles and the scent of vanilla filled the room as Y/N disappeared behind the bedroom door.

In the dim light, Y/N emerged wearing a stunning red lingerie set that perfectly complemented her features. The lace and silk adorned her figure, leaving Renée momentarily breathless as she opened her eyes to the sight.

Renée's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. "Wow, Y/N," she whispered, a mix of surprise and admiration in her voice.

Y/N, reveling in the reaction, approached Renée with a playful sway in her step. "I thought I'd give you a little sneak peek under the dress."

Renée let out a nervous laugh, her gaze dancing over Y/N's figure. "You really know how to catch a girl off guard, huh?"

Y/N chuckled, gently taking Renée's hands. "Just a little something to spice up our night. You like it?"

Renée, still a bit flustered, nodded appreciatively. "Like it? I love it. But, uh, you're making it hard for me to focus here."

Y/N smirked, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on Renée's lips. "That's the idea, babe. I wanted to make tonight unforgettable."

As Y/N continued to tease and seduce, the atmosphere in the room shifted from playful to intimate. Renée, her initial surprise giving way to desire, responded eagerly to Y/N's advances.

"You're irresistible, you know that?" Renée admitted, her voice a soft murmur.

Y/N grinned, keeping the seduction alive. "Well, tonight is all about us, about celebrating everything we've been through."

Y/N, fully embracing her seductive side, couldn't resist playing a little game with Renée. With a sultry grin, she decided to make her wait, teasing and savoring the anticipation in the air.

Renée, now fully turned on by Y/N's alluring presence, couldn't help but make seductive comments of her own. "You're playing with fire, Y/N. But I like it," she whispered, her voice low and husky.

Y/N, still in control, straddled Renée's lap, leaning in to leave a trail of soft kisses along her neck. "Patience, my love. The best things come to those who wait," Y/N purred, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on Renée's thighs.

Renée let out a soft groan, her hands finding their way to Y/N's waist. "You're making it very hard to be patient right now."

Y/N chuckled, enjoying the playful banter. "That's the idea, babe. But you know what they say — anticipation is part of the fun."

The room was filled with a magnetic energy as the couple continued to exchange playful remarks, their desire growing with each passing moment. Y/N, reveling in the control she had over Renée's senses, couldn't resist adding a final touch to the playful game.

Leaning in with a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/N whispered, "Alright, my impatient love, I think it's time to unwrap the final surprise."

Renée, her hunger and lust evident in her eyes, eagerly embraced the opportunity to unwrap her girlfriend. Y/N, ever playful and wanting to maintain a sense of control, turned the act into a delightful game.

With a teasing smirk, Y/N slowly slid off Renée's lap, standing just out of reach. "You've got to earn the prize, babe," she declared, her tone a playful challenge.

Renée, not one to back down from a challenge, rose to her feet with a determined look. "Challenge accepted," she replied, her eyes locking onto Y/N's.

The room buzzed with a delightful tension as Y/N led Renée through a series of playful maneuvers. Each movement, each teasing glance, heightened the anticipation of what awaited beneath the layers.

As Renée reached out to grasp Y/N, she found herself met with a sly evasion. "You've got to catch me first," Y/N teased, her laughter filling the room.

The playful chase continued, a dance of desire and laughter, until Y/N finally allowed herself to be caught. With a triumphant grin, Renée pulled Y/N close, their eyes locked in a shared moment of victory.

"Now, let's see what my prize is," Renée whispered, her hands slowly unraveling the layers that concealed Y/N's enticing surprise.

Renée, fueled by a newfound sense of dominance and desire, embraced the opportunity to take charge. Y/N, still reveling in the playful atmosphere, welcomed the shift, their connection deepening with each passing moment.

With a sultry gaze, Renée guided Y/N to the bed, the playful banter transforming into a more intense exchange. "You teased me long enough, my love. Now it's my turn to take control," Renée whispered, her voice a seductive melody.

Y/N, captivated by the change in dynamic, responded with a teasing grin. "I like it when you're in charge, babe. Show me what you've got."

Renée, now fully in her element, leaned in with a hunger in her eyes. "You asked for it," she murmured before initiating a series of passionate kisses that left no room for doubt about her intentions.

As clothes were discarded and the room filled with the intoxicating scent of desire, Renée's dominant energy took center stage. Each touch, each whispered command, became a dance of pleasure and connection between the two.

Y/N, still maintaining a sense of playfulness, couldn't resist a cheeky comment between breaths. "Well, someone's feeling extra spicy tonight."

Renée, a playful smirk gracing her lips, replied, "You bring out the spice in me, Y/N. Can't help myself."

The night unfolded in a symphony of passion, laughter, and shared intimacy. The living room, witness to their playful games and newfound intensity, became a sacred space for the celebration of their love.

In a playful twist, Y/N decided it was her turn to take control, igniting a spark of dominance that left Renée both surprised and thrilled. The atmosphere in the room shifted, and Y/N, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, was ready to lead the dance.

"Well, well, looks like the tables have turned," Y/N teased, a confident smirk on her lips as she gently pushed Renée onto the bed.

Renée, with a mixture of surprise and excitement, grinned back. "I like where this is going. Surprise me, love."

With newfound determination, Y/N leaned in, capturing Renée's lips in a passionate kiss. The room buzzed with a delightful energy as Y/N's dominant side took center stage. Renée, willingly surrendering to the playful power exchange, let out a soft sigh of anticipation.

As clothes were shed and the intimacy deepened, Y/N maintained a sense of control, exploring every inch of Renée's skin with a touch that conveyed both tenderness and desire.

Renée, caught up in the moment, playfully quipped, "I didn't see this coming. Someone's been practicing their moves."

Y/N, their eyes locked in a shared moment of connection, responded with a sultry laugh. "Just trying to keep things interesting, babe."

The night unfolded in a dance of pleasure and shared exploration, the couple seamlessly transitioning between moments of dominance and submission. The living room, a silent witness to their intimate connection, held the echoes of laughter, desire, and love.

As the night reached its peak, Y/N and Renée found themselves wrapped in the warmth of their shared passion.

After the intensity of their playful escapade, Y/N and Renée found themselves nestled in each other's arms, the air heavy with a mix of satisfaction and contentment. The shift from dominance to tenderness was a seamless transition, and Y/N was quick to initiate the aftercare, ensuring Renée felt safe and cherished.

Y/N, with a gentle touch, traced patterns on Renée's skin, her fingers a soothing caress. "You good, babe? I hope I didn't go too wild there."

Renée, still catching her breath, offered a sweet smile. "Wild can be good, especially when it's with you. I'm more than good, love."

The room, now filled with a quiet intimacy, became a sanctuary for the couple to bask in the aftermath of their shared passion. Y/N continued her tender ministrations, planting soft kisses along Renée's shoulder, creating a comforting rhythm.

Renée, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude, cupped Y/N's face, her eyes locking onto Y/N's with an affectionate gaze. "You always know how to make me feel special, even in the most unexpected ways."

Y/N, her voice a gentle murmur, replied, "It's because you are special, Renée. And you deserve all the love and attention in the world."

As the aftercare continued, Y/N and Renée engaged in whispered conversations, sharing sweet affirmations and playful banter. The living room, witness to the various facets of their relationship, held the echoes of laughter, desire, and the comforting reassurance of aftercare.

In the quiet moments that followed, Y/N and Renée reveled in the deep connection they shared.

Renée, feeling a surge of tenderness, suggested, "How about we take a nice, relaxing bath together? It'll be soothing, and we can enjoy each other's company."

Y/N, still a bit hesitant due to the recent wounds, looked down at herself, a hint of insecurity in her eyes. "I don't know, babe. What if the water stings or something?"

Renée, determined to reassure her, gently cupped Y/N's face. "Hey, we'll make sure the water is just right, and I'll be with you every step of the way. Besides, it could be a nice way for us to unwind and pamper ourselves."

Y/N, sensing the sincerity in Renée's words, offered a shy smile. "Okay, but promise you'll be careful with the water temperature?"

Renée chuckled softly. "Scout's honor. I'll make it perfect for us."

As they prepared the bath together, Renée made sure the water was at a comfortable temperature. She added a few drops of Y/N's favorite bath oils, creating a fragrant and relaxing atmosphere in the bathroom. Candles flickered, casting a warm glow around the room.

Once everything was ready, Renée took Y/N's hand and led her into the inviting tub. They settled in, the warm water enveloping them in a cocoon of comfort. Renée, ever attentive, ran her fingers through Y/N's hair, gently massaging her scalp.

Y/N, gradually letting go of her initial reservations, sighed contentedly. "This is actually nice. Thanks for convincing me, babe."

Renée pressed a loving kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Anything for you, my love. We deserve a bit of pampering, don't we?"

As they soaked in the tranquility of the bath, the living room, though silent, held the echoes of their shared moments – a testament to the healing power of love and the simple joys found in the comfort of each other's company.

Renée, noticing the aftermath of their passionate encounter, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the freshly formed hickeys adorning Y/N's skin. She traced a gentle finger over one of them, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Oops, looks like I got a bit carried away there," Renée teased, a playful smile on her lips.

Y/N blushed, feeling the warmth rise to her cheeks. "Carried away is an understatement, Renée. I think you've left your mark."

Renée leaned in, placing a soft kiss on one of the hickeys. "Well, I can't resist leaving a mark on the most beautiful canvas."

Y/N, still blushing but with a smile, rolled her eyes. "Smooth talker. But seriously, what if someone sees these?"

Renée grinned, her fingers lightly dancing over the hickeys. "Let them see. It's just a visible reminder of our love, a little secret that only we know."

Y/N playfully nudged Renée. "You're impossible. But I guess I can live with our little secret."

As they continued to banter and enjoy the comforting warmth of the bath, the living room remained a sanctuary for their playful exchanges and intimate moments. The flickering candles and soothing atmosphere became witnesses to the love that filled the air – a love marked by laughter, tenderness, and the delightful traces of hickeys that adorned Y/N's skin, each one telling a story of passion and connection.

[niafromheaven]

Hey guys! So I thought it was finally time for an introduction post! So here we go!

Hello, I am Nia (prefered, please call me Nia!)!!! I am 17. I use she/her pronouns and I am taken! I'm biromantic and bisexual

Taken→July 14th 2024🔒❤

I'm Christian, but not hardcore. I'm not going to shove the Bible in your face for every little thing (I haven't read it either).

My favorite color is purple. I enjoy singing and bracelet making! I am in high school choir as a soprano 1 currently.

I am also in JROTC (Junior Reserve Officer Training Corpse) as a Captain!

I love eating too, food is amazing. Sleeping also! Sleep is awesome. Sleep feels amazing. I love my bed.

I write fan fiction and have an AO3 account! Here:

I have been writing for almost 3-4 years now.

I love creating AUs. I love Hazbin Hotel and have been a fan since the pilot. My favorite characters are Adam, Lute and Vaggie, with the rest of the main cast not far behind. I ship GuitarSpear and heavily head canon Vaggie as their kid! There's just so much angst potential there.

I also ship Chaggie!

Hazbin ships include:

GuitarSpear/Guitarsword(Adam x Lute)

Angelicguitarsword (Adam x Lute x Emily)

Angelicguitar (Adam x Emily)

AngelicSword/Emilute (Emily x Lute)

Lucililith (Lucifer x Lilith)

Chaggie (Charlie x Vaggie)

I am also in other fandoms as well, including: Vocaloid, Evillious Chronicles, Kuroshitsuji(Black Butler), The Promised Neverland, Demon Slayer, Ouran High School Host Club, LazyTown, Danganronpa, Five Nights At Freddy's, Undertale, Attack On Titan, and so many more!

I love musicals too! Heathers, Mean Girls, Beetlejuice, Six, Wicked, Hamilton, Aku No Musume, all of that!

I also enjoy drawing fanart, especially of Lute & Emily 😭

This may be updated as I think of stuff, so keep checking back!

If you guys have any question, feel free to ask in a repost or the comments!

Bye!

~•°Nia°•

[askchilchuck]

Hey, how can I help you?

(Please read below before interacting)

Hi! My name is Sophie! This blog has gotten enough traction that I feel the need to lay some ground rules for it.

1) This blog is intended to be PG13 so I don’t have to exclude younger fans from participating. I will not be answering anything that wouldn’t fly in canon, or is adjacent to it. Anything explicitly sexual, or can be construed that way will not be answered.

2) Nothing related to suicide please. I tried playing it off the first time but between myself and some people around me, even the “KYS 🥰🥰🥰” jokes really aren’t funny, especially recently. Asks including it will not be answered.

3) No firearms. Related to rule 2.

4) Please no spammy asks. I’m honestly not sure how to answer them, and they clog up both the blog itself and the main tags.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun to bully him, but these things cross a line for me. Thank you for understanding.

If you’re an RP blog, you’re more than welcome to interact! Even if you’re not a Dunmeshi blog! I don’t always have the time to do reblog chains, though, so please don’t feel bad if I miss you there. It’s easiest for me if you submit RP as an ask when the box is open. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. You can also DM this account for private RP if you’d like, but I may not respond promptly.

IN LIGHT OF DUPLICATE CHARACTERS:

I think that’s awesome and also really funny. I encourage it. We’ve already got a loose MCU/multiverse plot line going on so we can totally make it work, too. Hell yeah. Hilarious. Love that. /gen

Blog lore:

This blog takes place loosely post canon. I try to avoid spoilers, but little things here and there are inevitable. Chilchuck has made up with his wife and they’re currently working on their relationship. Chilchuck is also in therapy. This is for a few reasons.

1) I don’t think he’d actually answer any of these if he wasn’t.

2) He doesn’t talk about it a lot, but it was one of his wife’s conditions before giving the relationship another go.

3) He just. Should be in general and I have control of it so it’s happening lol

My Chil is bi, but in the middle-aged “everyone’s had gay thoughts before” kinda way, cause I think it’s funnier that way. He also gets high from time-to-time now that he’s not dungeneering anymore.

Folks kept turning him into different things/animals, so goldstar/⭐️ anon gave him an amulet to put a stop to that.

Squeaker also used a device to prevent any crab transformations specifically from occurring, as well as ejecting all crabs within like. 10 miles or something (I’ll double check this later.)

There’s also a cult stalking him for some reason.

The TVA (Marvel) is loosely involved as well as previously mentioned. Squeak fixed it (kind of).

Also, Chil’s knowledge of the blog/Tumblr varies depending on what would be funnier, but generally he’s aware of the internet. He only uses his phone to answer your asks, though. He has no idea how to do anything else and has no desire to. This means he doesn’t fact check people or knows anything about the greater internet experience. No one knows how he got the phone, or how it’s holding a charge. Don’t worry about it.

(It’s 5am rn and I’m too tired to link relevant posts, I’ll get to it later I promise.)

I myself don’t talk in the main posts, unless it’s tagged #ooc. Otherwise, I’ll always talk in the tags if I’ve got something to say.

Emoji anons:

•⭐️/goldstar anon

•🦉/owl anon

•👻/ghost anon

•♡/heart anon

No other heart variants have been claimed. Also, heads up to all emoji anons, I’m going to start using just one tag for your asks going forward to make tagging easier! So I’ll just be using the emoji variant from here 💖

If you want to hang out with me in a less censored area, I also run @chilfucked which is 18+ only.

I also reserve the right to update these rules as time goes on, so please check them again before submitting when the ask box is open again. Thank you!

[thewallsaretalking-again]

you know what?? Fuck it, there's something I've GOTTA talk about:

(don't worry this isn't like a serious post or anything. also its gonna be really badly written with grammar errors because I'm just really excited to finally be talking about this and I'm shaking like a leaf) (also, if you don't agree with this that is completely fine; everybody ships different ships, this is just one that I personally love and me explaining how it came to be and how I image it. I'm not trying to convince anybody of anything, this is just for fun. If you don't like, that's fine! All I ask is that there is no hate and that you just move on. Thank you!)

I love rairpairs. Like, LOVE them. Anyone who's seen my old transformers art knows that I ship DreadOp which is like, a nonexistent ship. like, the ship equivalent of being an endangered species (there's like 10 fics about it on AO3, so you KNOW it's rare). There's a few examples of me being like this but this is the best example that i have.

But this has gotten to the point where i have done something absolutely ridiculous: I have created an entirely new ship- no, TWO entirely new ships (I'm only going to be focusing on one rn). AND I'VE GOTTA TALK ABOUT THEM because honestly? I love them! so, what monstrosity have I created? Whoo... prepare yourselves (especially you, dark cacao cookie fans...)

Yep. Don't hate me. Please hear me out because honestly iv'e seen more heinous ships in my time on the internet.

so, first of all, the white dude is known as the milk village elder in CRK, and we only see him once in the entire game (that i know of). I love taking npc's and giving them characters, so this is kinda how this happened. I'm gonna start by talking about the milk dude and how i headcannon/ imagine him because it will come into play later.

I gave the milk village elder the name Whole Milk Cookie, because i couldn't exactly call him Milk Cookie; that names already been taken

Whole Milk Cookie isn't actually anyone's grandfather, despite him being called grandad/ grandpappy in the actual game. We never see anyone his age in the milk village, and I like to imagine that its sorta like an honorary title. Like, he acts like everyone's grandpa, so everyone calls him grandpa but no one is actually related to him.

Whole Milk Cookie is like, ungodly sweet. Like, diabetes kind of sweet. its ridiculous. there are only a few ways to get him angry; and trust me, you don't want to...

He's strong. Like, think Hollyberry type strong. Gives the BEST hugs too.

Nobody knows exactly how old he is, but people suspect that he's actually much older than he looks. This could be caused by his extreme talent with the milk that comes from the villages well; if its used right, the milk can cure disease, help pains, or even extend someone's lifespan/ help retain youth. either that or he's some sort of demon but hey, who's counting?

got all that? good. Now the question everybody's asking; why the hell do i ship this? What's the story here? What's the origin? Well hold onto your pants folks because this is where we get into me overanalyzing shit.

behold the line that started it all:

This is so SO vague. why the hell did they put this in here it is SO VAUGE. what does he mean by "THAT king"? you know what it sounds like? someone reminiscing of their time with a loved one who has now changed....

they never elaborate on what exactly this line means and this is the very last line we hear Whole Milk Cookie say in the main story

wondering where exactly he's gone instead of wondering when he's coming back? idk man you sound worried about him...

also saying "laid your eyes upon" just sounds so gay/loving and i don't know why. yeah your laying something thats for sure glfbnvbrfnjkrb (im so sorry)

There's also this line:

The ally thing is kind of given, but why and how isn't this guy talking shit about dark Cacao? Like, he has EVERY right to! but he's not.... its almost like he cares.... and sure he mentions the generation thing but just because your parents were friends with some dude doesn't mean you necessarily like them right? so what gives??

Then there's the matter of Dark Cacao Cookies SON:

who is DArk CHOCOLATE

now Dark Chocolate usually doesn't have any milk/dairy in it, but it DOES need a fat, which whole milk DOES have!!

So, in theory, it would make sense for cacao and milk to make chocolate of some kind, AND it would account for Dark Choco Cookie having a lighter skin tone than his father (lighter eyes and the double white hair streak too)

I also like the story implications outside of cannon:

two people who would generally not be allowed to be in a relationship due to differing status keep a relationship going for years behind the backs of their communities

Dark Cacao Cookie taking full responsibility for taking care of their son, only for everything to become too overwhelming and he begins to remove himself from everything emotionally, wanting to give his son over to his other father to be properly taken care of but can't due to the dangers that poses for everyone in his family

Dark Choco nearly kills him and Dark Cacao has to exile him and (because of a mix of psychological manipulation, grief, and regret) locks up the citadel, leaving Whole Milk Cookie out of the picture entirely

Whole Milk Cookie stews in anger due to everything that's happened and Dark Cacao cookie not taking proper care of their son but eventually falls into guilt as well because he saw the signs of stress and overworking from his partner and didn't step in, assuming that everything was fine (but is still mostly mad at Cacao because he REALLY fucked up and it's not an excuse)

Gingerbrave and the crew comes strolling up and gets the citadel open, and Dark Cacao admits to Dark Choco that he didn't care enough and that he should have done things differently, and that he loves his son. Dark Choco leaves the cookies of darkness and begins a journey of recovery while Dark Cacao vows to do better for his family and kingdom in the future.

Dark Cacao meets up with Whole Milk Cookie to truly apologize to him, admitting everything he's done wrong and that he should have done far, FAR better. He tells WM that he deserves better than him

Whole Milk is obviously still angry and will never forgive Dark Cacao for what he's done. but he still loves him despite everything and would much rather the two of them work together to fix things (not necessarily romantically, more just not hating each other wise) moving forward instead of breaking things off and stewing in grief and anger.

The two of them take things extremely slow and carefully because it's been a long and difficult process, but they, eventually, get back to where they were.

Their recovery process takes years, but by that point Dark Cacao has improved himself exponentially, wanting nothing but the best for his partner and kingdom (and now knowing exactly what NOT to do) They also eventually find Dark Choco Cookie and fix things with him, but that's a whole other can of worms I'm not going to open here.

Just generally a story of two very different people, who despite goin through unimaginable hardships, do their very best despite the circumstances. they love each other more than even they realize and the fact that they are able to fix what was broken by their own hands is a testament to that, despite all of the arguments and tears along the way.

TLDR: Dark Cacao fucks up, his husband is mad but still loves him because he knows him better than anyone else, Dark Cacao actually makes an effort and succeeds to be much much better, and the two of them eventually figure things out. An unlikely love story :)

Ok, wow, that was a lot and kinda sad. But there are a few thiings that i couldn't fit into the rest of this so imma just stick them here:

Whole Milk Cookie finds Immense joy in picking up his husband and throwing him across his shoulder like some kind of really important sack

Whole Milk calls Dark Cacao "Cacao bean"

Dark Cacao loves Whole Milk Cookies cooking to a stupid extent

Dark Cacao loves playing with his husbands fluffy hair

the two of them will often help each other do their hair because they both just have SO MUCH of it

Dark Cacao, despite popular belief, is a flustered mess around his husband and can very often be found blushing like a madman whenever Whole Milk uses his strength

these two have the ABSOLOUTE WORST bedheads. Like, Cacao HAS to braid his hair before going to bed because otherwise the two of them will wake up tangled in it. And Whole Milk will just have an untamable afro.

uhh anyways. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[fafnir19]

Naughty or nice

Kathy and Ben lived in the same apartment building. They often bumped into each other in the lobby or elevator, exchanging casual small talks. Kathy, with her charming smile and endearing laughter, always managed to brighten Ben's day, but he was never quite sure how to respond to her presence. Since Kathy had broken up with her boyfriend, she had been turning to Ben for help quite often, seeking his company and assistance even for the smallest matters. Ben had treated Kathy had never sat well with Ben. So, when Kathy constantly asked for his help, Ben couldn't help but feel a growing annoyance. Perhaps she had been never been a fan of Kathy's ex-boyfriend. He considered him to be an arrogant snob, and the way he treating her ex-boyfriend like a servant because she came from a wealthy family, Ben assumed with a tinge of bitterness. "Hey, Kathy, I can't keep doing this," Ben said one day, his frustration bubbling over. "I'm not your personal assistant, you know. And just because your parents have money, doesn't mean you can make others do whatever you want."

It was St. Nicholas Day, and Kathy pleaded with Ben for help again. "Please, Ben, it's important! I promise I won't ask for anything again," she implored. "You always say that," Ben shouted, his patience wearing thin. "I'm not your servant, Kathy!" Storming out of the apartment building in a huff, Ben collided with St. Nicholas and his helper, Knecht Ruprecht, who were spreading joy and cheer in the neighborhood.

"You've been good this year, young man?" St. Nicholas asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Save that question for the kids," Ben replied, irked by the joviality around him. Without warning, Knecht Ruprecht swiftly stuffed Ben into his sack, ignoring Ben's shouts and struggles. Before Ben could even comprehend what was happening, he found himself in the workshop of St. Nicholas with no way of escape. St. Nicholas's voice filled the workshop as he explained Ben's predicament. "You have refused to help Kathy too many times, young man. As a consequence, you will now work in my workshop until you understand the true spirit of Christmas."

In the following weeks leading up to Christmas, Ben toiled alongside the cheerful Christmas elves in the workshop. The air was thick with the scent of fresh pine and the sound of little hammers and chisels transforming old, forgotten toys into new ones with magical craftsmanship. However, instead of feeling the joy of the season, Ben's heart grew colder as he was forced to immerse himself in the work. Furthermore, the elves had also forced Ben to wear a green tuxedo, a symbol of his servanthood that he couldn't shed. As Christmas drew nearer, St. Nicholas took Ben aside and revealed to him the truth about Kathy. "She is lonely, and she has turned to you because she cares for you. Her constant requests for help were her way of trying to connect with you." Before Ben could process this revelation, the Christmas elves lined up, thanking Ben for his hard work. "Only one thing remains to be done," they declared. Ben was puzzled, for all the old toys had been transformed into new ones. The elves surrounded him, molding him as if he were clay, their nimble fingers shaping his features with delicate precision. As if guided by magic, his once unremarkable visage transformed into that of a dashing, handsome young man with captivating charm. A radiant smile graced his chiseled features; his eyes sparkled with newfound allure, and he stood in stunned silence as he admired his own reflection.

On Christmas Eve, St. Nicholas took Ben on his sleigh to deliver gifts.

But instead of taking him to his own home, St. Nicholas placed him under Kathy's Christmas tree. "Wait, I can't be here!" Ben's panic rose in his throat, but he couldn't move a muscle. St. Nicholas's words echoed in his mind: "You are nothing more than a gift now, a toy for the big girls.". He was a gift now, and a gift couldn't simply walk away from the Christmas tree.

Kathy's gasp filled the room as she laid eyes on the extraordinary Christmas surprise. "Oh, my goodness! This is amazing!" She lifted Ben, who could only watch in shock as she reveled in her new companion, oblivious to the turmoil within him. As their days together unfolded, Kathy found herself ecstatic with the new Ben, soon realizing that he was not only the perfect boyfriend on the outside but was also unexpectedly better in every way, especially in bed. Despite his protests and struggles, he was perceived by everyone as an ideal boyfriend, a mirror image of Kathy's previous beau.

However, Kathy was enamored with her new companion, and Ben couldn't help but notice her joyful laughter and contented smiles. And in the privacy of their moments together, Ben noticed another change – she moaned with delight and found solace in his embrace, making him question the depth of his own feelings.

[istherewifiinhell]

okay. heres what were all here for. tell me why the fuck im supposed to suck the dick of these uk comics

[ID: A man holding up an aged looking paper, with a medieval style drawing of a giant metal fire breathing man. He leans forward serious asking his son "... Did it look like this?" END]

marveltf story line, MAN OF IRON, 9-12 in the UK, or.... 33-34 in the us. alright lol do whatever i guess. first published in 1985

new vibe same procedure: Script: Steve Parkouse art: John Ridgeway (9-10) Mike Collins (11-12) Colours: Joise Fermin (9-10) Gina Hart (11-12) Nel Yomtov (US)* Letters: Richard Starkings Editor: Sheila Cranna and these caps are from the UK classics idw book so: Original Series Edits by Shelia Cranna and Ian Rimmer, editorial notes and assistance by James Roberts, Collection Edits by Justin Eisinger and Alonzo Simon, Collection Design by Shawn Lee (<- hey i know his work from turtles!)

*so the uk comics were part in colour and part B&W, to save costs... including the american reissues? printing costs i guess. but when reprinted in collected books, they would get the full colour treatment. whats not clear to me is WHO did those colours, its not listed anywhere i can find. ill simply have to assume its the same artists... and hope im not discrediting anyone....

AND ALSO the last page in this reprint apparently uses the US comic page, and i have a cap of that last page, so. Yomtov's in here too..... tf franchise the way u treat ur sacred texts breaks my turtles fan heart.

and lastly! the keen eyed may notice, we are back to toy accurate art, the character model designs haven't and wont make their way over until much later, I'm told.

well with all that perfectly convoluted business out of the way, lets explore what tfs is like across the pond.

[ID: The same man, Roy, driving as he thinks to himself "What kind of bozo would want to bomb the castle? The Saxon Liberation Front? The mind boggles…" END]

[spluttering laugh] so the humours a little different!

[ID: The boy, Sammy, climbing a tree, hand outstretched reaching for the arrow he lost. Standing, with his in the canopy is Jazz. Sammy yells in fear. END]

OKAY. so the vibes are little different

[ID: Caption Box: And the apparition was fearful, being a Man of Iron of great height and girth, seeming unheedful of quarrel, spear or sword…" The robot from the illustration, clearly transformer, but blockier, more retro scifi, standing in the middle of a medieval battle, men with chain-mail and swords looking at him with trepidation. Caption Box: The Man of Iron forded the stream at Eldric's Cross, making great strides for the abbey… and some brave souls followed, though none dared come too close…" Two of the fighters shown following him, a body shot with an arrow lays at the other side of the river. END]

damn okay. so the vibes are ALOT DIFFERENT

(no 10) sammy dreams

[ID: Sammy stands on a house rooftop, in his PJ's, looking down at the cobble street, where a seeker in alt mode rests. END]

[ID: Dark and moody art, a barely seen figure towers in the shadows over the residential houses. From a higher angle, its shown to be Mirage, he stands taking up the entire street, backlit and casting shadows. END]

WHAT THE FUCK. that is terrifying

(something about beautiful black inked art + toy model makes them so CREATURE)

[ID: Roy speaks to a man in army uniform. Roy: How large? Soldier: Well… ahh…at a rough estimate? About the size of an ocean-going liner. Roy: Whaat? Roy with a hand to his head in dismay: Well, for god's sake what is it? Solider: We don't know. I've called in extra men and we're going to excavate… END]

somethings! buried under the castle... gee well one wonders what it might be

[ID: Close on Jazz's alt mode dashboard, its filled with lights and screen of alien language. Hes saying: But I'm not a stranger, Sammy. Deep down, you know… don't you? You've been wanting an adventure all your life… Besides. I have something to tell you. Sammy looking doubtful. Jazz continues: Something really important. Sammy has a hand on Jazz's open door: Why not just sit for a while in the front seat? Just pretend you're driving… END]

JAZZ THATS KIDNAPPING BUD....

really get a kick outta this note in the printed version

[ID: REMEMBER: NEVER ACCEPT LIFTS FROM STRANGERS! TO BE CONTINUED! END]

(no 11)

[ID: Jazz speaks to Sammy on the road, a blue and white F1 car pulling up. "My name is unpronounceable in your language… so just call me Jazz! And that's Mirage right behind us!" Jazz takes a exit to a low road, a black camper truck driving alongside. "This is where we rendezvous with Trailbreaker. All set Sammy?" All three driving along, Sammy responds "Sure thing Jazz!" END]

[guitar riff] THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN. im so glad all my good friends are here.

[ID: An fiery explosion engulfing Trailbreaker with a "Whaamf!". Wheels coming off, glass shattering, the truck top blowing to bits. Trailbreaker veering off road, a trail of fire and parts behind him calls out "Jazz! I'm hit... I'm hit BAD! END]

TRAILBREAKER NOOOO. who could have seen this coming...

[ID: Jazz narrowing swerving a missile. Exploding behind him, and speedlines trail him, and a wreath in flame around him. The colours are almost delicate, and a reflective glow in his paint. END]

wha. this just looks so cool.... what the hell....

[ID: Bluesteak, smiling speaking to comms "Autobot Bluestreak to patrol leader +++ Just brushed something off your tail, Jazz+++ try to be more careful in future, hmmm? Bluestreak out+" END]

being a cunt in the work slack. king

[ID: Jazz in profile, lit under the starry night sky, soft line-less colours defining the planes of his head in blue greys, and pitch black. To Sammy he says "Not really. It's a shuttlecraft… now stand back…" To comms "Autobot Jazz To Autobot leader+++ Approaching shuttle with Surveillance Subject+++ Request permission to board+++" END]

Wuh. Huh. Jazz u look so fucking cool right now?? And handsome.....

okay whats going on back at the castle (no 12)

[ID: The army soldier half sitting on a desk, holding a phone to his ear, the rotary cradle held resting on his leg. He's saying "IT's not just a question of scale, sir. We simply cannot identify it. END]

whys he kinda... apparently this style of uniform is called temperate barrack dress?? that answers none of my questions im just kinda... whyd u draw him like that tho...

[ID: A seeker, drawn in blues, walking between the ruins of the castle. Off panel someone says "It just seemed to appear from nowhere!" END]

bigfooting it up... AT A CASTLE. oh lads. im done for [blah blah he telePORTS and thats skywarps power but hes blue so WHO is it. dont worry abt it man. dont matter. they apparently change in the various times its been coloured, which is objectively funny imho. keep em guessing]

[ID: Moody and still illustrations of a robot identical to the Man of Iron in stasis, plugged into a bed of sorts. The ship around him is dark but for strips of coloured computer like lights in the walls and floor. Caption boxes narrate: Deep beneath the Autobots feet, in a sealed chamber, a special Autobot lay waiting… He was navigator, warrior and guardian of Autobot destiny… In his long, slow, machine world, a million years were as fleeting seconds. Human history had passed over him. Small inter panels. Mid on the Guardian: Locked in his dormant brain was the location of the planet Cybertron. He waited only to be re-activated, re-integrated with his mission… Restored to life. Close on the Guardian: His attendant was no more, the link between them severed. Laying in profile, just barely defined in the pitch black: Alone in the darkness he patiently beamed his signal. The same pattern of impulses… Waiting. END]

What the actual fuck (its even more somberly dramatic than just that)

[ID: Sammy, from a distance, staring at the castle. Caption Box: Autumn came, leaves fell. Sammy was a year older and a year wiser. He never saw Jazz again… Sammy asleep in bed, moonlight pouring through his paneled window. "But on clear, sharp nights, when stars glittered like needles and the night winds rattled his window… Then he slept a fitful, fearful sleep…" Sammy sleeping, with his dreams projected above him. "And the Man of Iron walked once more through his dreams." The End]

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

um well. okay! thats. fucking crazy. and this is the only tf comic this dude ever did. okay... can u tell he was from the dr who comics...... it ALSO means this doesnt actually speak at all for what the rest of tfuk will be like. which is damn funny. LIKE WOW! THAT WAS CRAZY. anyways.

[arceespinkgun]

Thank you for speaking up about the treatment jazz gets in this fandom! as a black fan it can get tiring seeing all the signs of stereotypical and racist fanon on a black character, and i love jazz so much. having these discussions is really necessary in fandom spaces

i think we should greatly appreciate jazz's nicer traits, since all fanon likes to do is amplify and create negative traits for him so he can seem as a "deeper" or "more edgy character, when that not him at all! like when people say jazz is an assassin, hes not! hes a special operations agent! and theres so little canon content of him actually killing others, even less in the context of him being an agent than as a soldier. instead people should look at his love for human culture and humanity as a whole, and the fact in the comics he explicitly refers to black jazz musicians, and how he has great people skills!

i do also like jazzprowl, but again so many of their content is just racist stereotypes pushed on jazz to prop up against prowl. i think their relationship could be really interesting to explore romantically and platonically. ive read the magnificent six story and all hail megatron, which i think show a little of what their relationship could have if explored them further

another funny but sad thing about most jazzprowl fics is that they seem to treat prowl as more of a minority by his "praxian" race/the fall of praxus (which is completely fanon) than jazz! its bewildering how fics coddle prowl so jazz can be his heroic bf and support him. ppl seem more comfortable discussing a completely made up race for a white character than the very real coding of a black character

You're very welcome and thank you so much for sharing your perspective! Yours is one of the voices that people should be listening to, and so I'm sorry and enraged that the fandom is so racist and unsafe for fans like you. Everything you say about Jazz's character here is so true and that's exactly how I feel about how he could be written, too. This is why I kept trying to center canon—the well-written parts, not the racist media—in this discussion. There's so much good stuff to explore if fans only look! And I hate it when fanon that's offensive and almost feels like misinformation tricks people into thinking things about Jazz are true when they're not. And like, even if Jazz was ever characterized in this offensive way in canon media... transformative works are transformative? Fans can and should focus on the good parts???

I knew it was possible that some fans could ship JazzProwl because they were best friends in some older canon media like in the stories you mention. I do think I've seen people very, very occasionally mention things from canon, but it's so damn rare. Your take makes sense (also, yay, another person who has read "The Magnificent Six!" That made me happy lol), and it's sad that racist fanon is so constant and is everywhere and has completely obscured anything that was ever canon. Like, hey fandom, you could just build on canon if you want this soooo bad. You are not completely helpless. The bar is deep IN the ground at this point.

Also, wow, poor Jazz. Prowl confides in him about Praxus being destroyed in the Dreamwave comics one (1) time and Jazz is doomed to 20+ years of racist fic that sidelines him .__.

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FFXIVwrite2024 #9

Prompt: Lend an ear

Words: 783 Rating: G Characters: Emhih'a, Inge (WoL) Characters (mentioned): Hanae, Thancred, Griveroix, Foulques Warning: none Reading order: ideally after my previous entries since it's the direct continuation, but it's understandable on its own

"I hope I'm not bothering you. - Not at all! I'm cooking. - Enjoying your retirement?"

Inge snorted.

"Hardly. I'm on a rescue mission."

Well, that hadn't taken long.

"Already? You've just come back from the end of the universe... - Griveroix and Foulques are missing. - Oh. Any idea of what happened? - Not really. The squadron came back a fortnight ago; they were supposed to follow suit after checking on something but no one's heard of them since. But since the squadron talked of an unholy monster they saw flying above the Western part of the Shroud shortly before their return, I imagine they ended up face to face with it."

His blood ran cold. A Blasphemy. Emhih'a perked at the edge of his seat, almost standing up as if to help—needlessly, as Inge was a few thousand malms away from Sharlayan.

"You don't think they... - No. They assured me both of them were in a good state of mind, it'd take more for them to transform nowadays. Besides, with Meteion stopped, it shouldn't happen anymore. - Thanks the Twelve. - Indeed."

Thunder.

Not on his side, though. Emhih'a looked at the sky through his office's window. Cloudy, with just a touch of snow falling gently on the wet cobblestone. Were their friends also facing the same weather as the Viera? He didn't doubt their ability to face off a blasphemy—although they did not often came to help the Warriors of Light, they were both fierce fighters in their own right. But still...

"I'm sure they're fine, the Viera assured him as if reading his mind. In all likelihood, they're lost in some newly discovered ruins and Griveroix will whine about it for years to come once they're back."

The Miqo'te couldn't help but laugh at the remark.

"I doubt you called me to know whether I was on a mission or in my lab, though. What's the matter? - Uh... I... Well, I need your opinion. - I'm all ears. - As you know there are several factions in Garlemald, some less likely than others to work with the Contingent. The leader of one of them, an ex-Imperial soldier turned Sky Pirate, contacted me personally to ask for my help setting up a greenhouse for the survivors. I imagine something more akin to a miniature Labyrinthos, given the cold climate of Garlemald. - I'm not sure I'm seeing the problem here. You seemed to think the Contingent was a good idea. - I did! And I still do. She doesn't, though, and she made her opinion quite clear when Lucia and Maxima sent an ambassador to make an alliance with her. - Hm... - She also requested me specifically. - Well, your thesis does make you a suitable candidate. - She mentioned it, yes. She also insisted on the good work we did together. - Ah. Hostage situation, then? - That's what I'm afraid off. I just can't quite see what she'd want. From what Maxima told me, she's not lacking in resources and seems happy to just ignore them. It just... I don't know, it just rubs me wrong. - Emhih'a Litka has a fan and doesn't know how to deal with it. A first! - Ha ha. Very funny. - I thought so, too! Hey, I heard that! she protested after he swore under his breath. Look, I can ask Thancred to look into the matter if you'd like. - Isn't he busy? - Or I can ask Tataru to put me in contact with some of the Scions, if you'd prefer. I'm sure Riol and Alianne will adore the cold. What's her name? - Hanae Corvus."

Thunder. And a long, long silence.

"Inge? - Do you really want to go?"

He took a handful of seconds to think about it.

"Yeah. They could really use a greenhouse. - Then I'll ask Thancred to look into it. Be careful, you hear me? - Do you know her? - I... Maybe. I'm not sure. If she's the one I'm thinking about... Well, she was just a young teen when we last met and she wore another surname then. Maybe it's nothing. Just... Just promise me to be careful. - I will. And I know how to defend myself, you know that. - I do, I do. My apologies. I wasn't expecting to hear this name after all this time. - Do you want to talk about it? - I'd rather not, no. Can you buy Thancred some time? You haven't answered yet, have you? - Not yet, no. I can tell her I'll be there in a moon. It's not unreasonable, I have work to finish here anyways. - Perfect. I'll tell him to call you when he has anything. If it's bad, well... - Then I won't go. - Thank you." She sighed. "Take care, Emhih'a. - You, too. Oh and let me know when you've found them. - I will."