#and i would like to be active in this fandom

[mrspiastri]

✩ angel baby ?? 👼

pairing: lando norris x reader

cw: fluff, a little bit more fluff, tiny bit angsty nothing tooo bad

wc: 2.9k words

an: IM BACK BITCHES, based on this req!

When this debate had started, you could not remember, but now you were trying your best to not show how red your face looked as you laughed along with the rest of the table.

It was a regular post-race dinner, and Carlos was talking about how he couldn’t think of dating a fan of his.

“I just don’t think I could. I mean, what if they only like me for the fame, you know?”

You didn’t think much of it until your own boyfriend chimed in.

“Me too; it would weird me out, y’know?”

Now, you should have probably mentioned this to Lando at some point during the beginning of your relationship. But to be fair, he never asked, and you’d also only been dating for 8 months—so is it really such a crime to have not told him? You’d never found the chance to tell him you were a major fan of his prior to you meeting.

Of course, you recognised him when you first met—which was at a dinner party hosted in his honour for the company you worked at, who happened to be one of McLaren’s sponsors.

You internally tried your best to not lose your mind when you saw him, choosing to hide with your colleagues as they teased you for how worked up you seemed.

But what you hadn’t expected was for him to walk over to you with two flutes of champagne and then spend the entire night in conversation, with him even sneaking out early with you to get gelato and walk you home.

Ever the gentleman, he made sure to get you home safe and even waited till you reached your apartment—but not before getting your number and a promise that you’d meet him for lunch the next day.

You didn’t sleep a wink that night, too overwhelmed at the idea of going out to lunch with maybe your favourite male celebrity. And if there was a mini helmet of his from Silverstone 2024 on your bedside table, that was nobody’s business but your own.

Okay, maybe you weren’t a psycho stalker fangirl or whatever, but you did know your way around the fandom. You could list all his wins in chronological order, his podiums at each circuit, and could claim to be an owner of at least 4 (!) ln4 hoodies.

You never really admitted you used to be a fan because it was plainly embarrassing. Not to mention, it wasn’t like you actively hid it; you just didn’t care enough to remember.

Now, however, with him talking about not dating a fan, you couldn’t help but sip your wine a bit nervously as you nodded along. It was safe to say you and Lando were still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but honestly neither of you ever thought it would stop.

To say you were enamoured by each other was an understatement, especially with the man completely wrapped around your finger—you could ask him for the world, and he’d show up with it and the stars too.

But with this new revelation, you weren’t sure how to really bring up the topic.

🪻🪻🪻

The next morning, after Lando woke you up to the scent of eggs frying and coffee being brewed, you decided to bring your line of questioning forward. He placed your plate in front of you along with your morning latte, and in that moment you tried to bring up last night’s conversation as nonchalantly as possible.

“So, last night was kind of silly, huh?’

“Whaddya mean?” He replied through a mouthful of toast.

"You know, the whole 'I’d never date a fan' thing you and Carlos were talking about. ” You took a sip as you tried to not make eye contact.

“How was that silly?”

“Like, it’s a bit childish, no? What’s wrong with being with a fan?”

“It’s just weird; like, how do I know you’re not with me because of the fame and all that?” Lando argued.

You didn’t have a response to that without sounding weird for arguing over the subject, so you let it go.

Lando, however, didn’t.

He didn’t think much of it at first. He had just shrugged and continued eating, too focused on trying not to burn his tongue on the eggs he insisted on making for you every Saturday morning.

He found it kind of funny at first. The way you suddenly seemed defensive over the topic. He didn’t think too much of it in the moment, but after he kissed your cheek and cleared your plate, he caught himself thinking about it again as he stood at the sink, running water over your empty mug.

But later, while you were out on the balcony, curled up with your laptop and replying to emails, Lando stood in the kitchen drying a mug and thinking about what you’d said.

He played the memory back in his head more times than he’d admit, narrowing in on the way you fidgeted with your coffee spoon, how you didn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t like it when you looked unsure, especially not around him.

Still, life carried on. He flew off to another race weekend while you stayed back to finish a big work presentation, and your FaceTime calls stayed as sappy and full of inside jokes as ever. If anything, he only missed you more.

He didn’t bring up the fan thing again, not when he had you smiling sleepily at him over a video call at 1 am, wrapped in your fluffy robe with your hair still damp from a shower.

He didn’t even think about it when you sent him a care package to his hotel, with snacks and vitamins and a small note that said “you got this, superstar.” He even found himself re-reading that note like a lovesick idiot while sitting in the team garage between sessions.

You, on the other hand, were doing your absolute best not to spiral. The guilt wasn’t huge, but it was persistent, like a little pebble in your shoe. You’d been such a fan, not just a casual “oh yeah, he’s a good driver” kind of fan.

You were active on Twitter, defending him to the death, posting edits of him and liking every one of his photos that came on your timeline.

But you’d changed; that version of you had been real, but so was this one. The same girl who had Lando's toothbrush in her bathroom and who knew exactly how he liked his tea. You weren’t faking anything.

Still, something about admitting the truth just felt risky. What if he took it the wrong way? What if he thought the whole relationship was some long game, like you’d schemed your way into his life?

So you didn’t tell him. And time passed.

You watched more races, cheered from the sidelines or from the hotel room, always with your heart in your throat. You memorised his travel schedule better than your own. You kissed him good luck in the mornings and held him close at night when he was too tired to speak. And Lando just fell harder.

Every time he saw you waiting for him in the paddock, holding out your arms for a hug and smiling like he was the only one in the world, he swore he’d never get used to it. He was so gone for you.

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“Don’t you get bored of me always talking about racing?” Lando questioned you as you shared a bowl of popcorn while watching some of his racing clips. He liked doing that sometimes; it was a way for him to check his mistakes while also being able to observe his victories.

“If I were bored of racing, I don’t think I’d be in a relationship with a racing driver, now would I?” You quipped, flicking his forehead affectionately.

He simply smiled at you, one of his signature cheesy grins, as he laid his head down on your lap.

You softly brushed your fingers through his curls, at the risk of him whining about you messing with the products he spent 20 minutes applying this morning.

The two of you were fixated on the screen, your eyes concentrated on his car zooming down the straights.

“Wait, which race are we watching again?” He questioned as he reached for the remote.

“Monaco 2022”. You replied deftly, popping a few kernels into your mouth.

Lando had a slightly amused look on his face, not expecting you to be so engrossed, but happy nonetheless.

“God, this one still makes me nervous,” you muttered, watching a particularly intense on-track battle.

Lando looked over at you, eyebrows raised. “Still?”

You froze. “I mean, it was a good race. Real classic, y’know?”

“You watched this live?”

You tried to smile casually. “Sure. With some friends.”

His eyes narrowed just a bit, suspicious but intrigued. “Wait, how do you even remember this overtake?”

You shrugged. “I guess I was into racing.”

“You were a fan.” He said it slowly, like the idea was just now clicking into place. “Of me.”

You didn’t say anything. Just pulled the blanket up higher and stared at the screen, hoping he’d move on. But he turned to face you fully, grinning now.

“No way. Wait, no. You were. That’s why you brought it up over breakfast months ago. You were embarrassed.”

“I wasn’t,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up. “I just didn’t think it was relevant.”

“You little liar!”

“I’m not!”

“Then why did you hide it?”

You shook your head, but the words were already rising in your throat. “I didn’t tell you because—I was scared.”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Scared of what?”

You played with the edge of the blanket between your fingers, not looking at him. “That you’d think I was with you for the wrong reasons. That I was just some fan trying to get her five minutes of attention or—or chasing after your money or your name or the whole WAG circus. I didn’t want you to look at me and wonder if it was all fake.”

Lando was quiet for a moment.

You could feel your heart in your ears.

“I know it sounds stupid,” you continued quickly, cheeks hot. “But you said you couldn’t date a fan, and it just stuck with me. I didn’t want to risk it. Things were too good. You were too good. I didn’t want to lose you over something so embarrassing.”

“You really thought I’d leave you over that?”

You tried to smile, but it faltered. “I just didn’t want you to think I was one of those people.”

Lando let out a breath, shaking his head. “God, you think so little of me.”

The words hit you like a slap, but before you could say anything, he reached for you. Gently, he pulled you over and settled you into his lap, your legs straddling his thighs as he held you close. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, like he needed to anchor you to him.

“Listen to me,” he said, voice steady now, no trace of laughter left. “I don’t care if you used to have posters of me on your wall. I don’t care if you knew all my stats or made edits or wrote fanfiction; for all I know. None of that matters. Youmatter. What we have now matters.”

You didn’t trust your voice, so you stayed quiet.

“I know you,” he whispered, fingertips tracing soft circles against your back. “You don’t care about the spotlight. You hate the cameras. You’ve never once bragged about us on social media or cared about being seen. You’re not here for the parties or the designer tags or the lifestyle. You’re here for me. And I see that every day.”

Your hands slid up to his jaw, your thumb brushing over the small scar on the bridge of his nose. He looked so serious, so impossibly sincere, it made your chest ache.

“I didn’t mean to lie,” you said softly. “I just didn’t want to ruin anything.”

He was still holding you, still cradling you in his lap like you were made of glass and something he’d never let slip through his fingers again. His hands were warm against your back, one resting at the base of your spine and the other slowly running up and down the curve of your side like he needed to remind himself you were real.

“I mean it,” he said again, voice low and sure, brushing his nose against yours. “I don’t care if you knew every stat I ever had. I don’t care if you had a shrine of mini helmets or screamed every time I got on the podium. You could’ve painted your walls neon yellow, and I’d still think you’re the most genuine person I’ve ever met.”

Your heart squeezed. “I didn’t paint my walls, but I did have a sticker on my laptop.”

He let out a soft laugh, eyes lighting up, but it was full of love now; that kind of warm, weightless love that made your skin feel sun-kissed even in the dim light of the living room.

“You’re ridiculous,” he whispered, and then leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And you’re in love with someone who once told off a stranger on Twitter for calling you overrated,” you whispered back.

“I am so in love with her,” he said with a grin that made your stomach flip.

Then he kissed you.

Slow at first, like he had all the time in the world, his lips brushing over yours in a way that made your heart stutter and your breath catch. He kissed you like it was something he hadn’t done in a while, like he was rediscovering you. His thumb traced your cheek, his hand sliding into your hair, holding you close without crowding you.

You kissed him back with everything you had.

All the fear you’d carried, all the silly embarrassment, melted into the way he tasted—a little like the popcorn he’d eaten earlier, a little like the mints he always kept in his pocket. It was soft and familiar and brand new all at once.

He pulled back only slightly, his nose brushing yours again. “You’re mine, yeah?”

You nodded, eyes a little glossy, mouth still tingling. “Always.”

And then he kissed you again, deeper this time. His hand slid up your back, pulling you closer, like even this much space between you was too much. You could feel the way he smiled into it, could feel the quiet little sigh he let out like he’d finally exhaled after holding his breath for months.

You curled your fingers in his hair and kissed him harder, laughing softly against his mouth when he let out a quiet, dazed ‘fuck’ under his breath.

All was well, until—

“Wait, you were on Twitter?”

“…Maybe,” you mumbled.

His eyes lit up. “Oh my god. You did. You tweeted about me. Find them. Show me.”

“I’m not showing you anything.”

Lando was already rolling off the couch and grabbing your phone. “C'mon. You have to. Please. I’ll never ask you for anything else in my life.”

“Maybe”, you mumbled.

His eyes lit up. “Oh my god. You did. You tweeted about me. Find them. Show me.”

“I’m not showing you anything.”

Lando was already rolling off the couch and grabbing your phone. “C'mon, you have to! Please. I’ll never ask you for anything else in my life.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it.”

“Okay, but this time I’m serious.”

Sighing dramatically, but secretly already giggling to yourself, you reached for your own phone. You opened the app and scrolled for a moment before finding it. The long-forgotten fan account: locked, dusty, and inactive for over two years.

You held it out wordlessly.

Lando took it, eager.

And then immediately burst into laughter.

“@ln4everangelbaby?! Are you kidding me?”

You snatched it back. “I was seventeen when I made that, Lando.”

He was already breathless, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “No, wait. I need a minute. Angel baby? What was that even supposed to mean?”

You covered your face with your hands. “You had these really cute photo from your debut year, and someone called you that on Tumblr, and I thought it was cute, okay?”

“Oh my god.” He leaned back, shaking with laughter. “This is better than I could have ever imagined.”

He tried to scroll, but the account was locked, and you weren’t about to log in and let him dig through the archives of your cringe era.

“Let me read some tweets,” he begged, tugging at your sleeve like a child.

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll buy you dinner every night forever.”

“You already do that anyway.”

“I’ll take you to the Maldives for a week.”

“You’re kidding.”

But his face remained unmoved, completely serious.

“Make it two weeks.”

He hesitated. “Ten days.”

“Twelve.”

“Deal.”

You unlocked the account with the kind of grim resolve one might have before jumping into shark-infested waters and handed it back.

He kept reading out tweets in dramatic fashion, doing voices, quoting your old replies to trolls, and fake-crying when he got to a heartfelt race reaction.

You just curled up smaller and smaller on the couch, your face buried in a pillow while Lando had the time of his life dragging you, groaning occasionally at particular posts you didn’t even remember making.

When he finally calmed down, he tossed the phone gently onto the coffee table and pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I think this might be my favourite thing about you.”

You blinked up at him, confused. “My terrible teenage Twitter?”

He smiled. “No. That you loved me then, even when I was just some kid in a fast car. And you love me now, even when I’m an idiot who makes fun of your old username.”

“You really can’t let that go, can you?”

“Angel baby,” he whispered, laughing again, and you groaned and buried your face into his chest as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

DID U GUYS MISS ME (the only answer is yes) i missed writing so much im so happy i could put this out :DD enjoy! and im so sorry it’s so short i just am so drained with my first sem in college ! :(

[ranaels]

seeing madoka kaname being reduced to "cute bubby magical girl" and nothing more is so sad. like that girl had HORRIBLE self esteem and the only way she felt confident with herself is when she was actively putting her life on the line to protect others (THIS GIRL IS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL MIND YOU).

and her being surrounded by successful and confident people her whole life, like her mum and hitomi, also made her feel like she was pretty average by comparison. which is ultimately why she decided in every timeline to become a magical girl, even with homura's intervention and trying to convince her not to, the idea of her soul being used for something useful and helping others was a desire she succumbed to every time (even if her wish was always selfless)

but her final wish / her becoming a god is also just her altruism being used to the point where she literally ceases to exist for the sake of helping EVERY. SINGLE. MAGICAL GIRL. EVER. though kaname does express fear and uncertainty over her final decision in the flower field scene in rebellion (i know this scene is still quite debated in the fandom) i do think that was madoka's true feelings about her wish, though she did lack the context behind her decision in that moment.

she is such a tragic character because i am pretty sure we all know or knew a madoka some point in our lives, someone who would stretch themselves thin for the sake of others no matter how the choices will affect them,

anyways i didn't expect to rant this much, i am not proofreading this so if i am wrong about anything i deeply apologise, peace out

[skmhlml]

Hi! I just wanted to say I LOVE you writing for Cookie Run, especially Burning Spice. You’ve made me absolutely fall in love with his character. Burning Spice and his sweet wife are such a cute contrast. I’ve been thinking though, how would Burning Spice deal with a cookie who out smarts him?

I like to imagine this cookie wants to court Burning Spice but knows that they can’t catch his attention in a straight fight. However, our cookie can create traps and out think the brute of a cookie. Just imagine Burning Spice gets pinned to the floor in a trap, muscles straining as he struggles to break out, only to have a foot planted on his chest. Looking up he’s met with a smirk as a tiny cookie begins flirting with him. Could be gender neutral or female. Bonus points if reader is a snarky little shit to match Burning Spice’s attitude.

Date requested: 7/2/2025

Fandom: Cookie Run: Kingdom

Burning Spice x GN!Snarky!Reader

🔥 Burning Spice notices you because you don’t do the obvious. You don’t challenge him to a fight. You don’t puff up your chest and roar. No, you wait—and set a pit trap.

🔥 The first time he crashes into one, he’s mid-sprint, chasing a Beast down, only to slam into the ground like a brick. When he looks up and sees your smug little face peering down at him like “Enjoy the fall, hot stuff?”—he’s stunned. Not because he’s hurt. But because someone had the nerve and skill to trick him.

🔥 Your traps get more elaborate. Smoke bombs, nets soaked in Beast-repelling sap, weighted spears, things that slow him just long enough for you to appear, smirking like a gremlin. “Aw, what’s wrong? Getting slow in your old age?”

🔥 “You wanna spar?” he growls.

🔥 “Mmh… no thanks, I don’t need to. Already winning.” He hates how your words make his stomach twist. Not with irritation—but with heat.

🔥 He tries to scare you off with fire. You dodge. He tries brute force. You disappear. And then you pop up again hours later, sitting on a branch above him: “You always run this hot or is it just for me?”

🔥 You flirt boldly and deliberately when he’s immobilized by your traps. There’s a specific trap—one where he’s pinned under a weighted net, muscles bulging and snapping the ropes as he snarls up at you.

🔥 You step on his chest lightly, arms crossed, and lean over. “You look good from this angle. All red and sweaty and pissed off~” He’s so stunned that his fire flickers out for a second.

🔥 He starts actively seeking you out. Not to attack—but to test himself. You’ve become a puzzle he has to solve. He memorizes your traps. Analyzes the materials. Learns your habits.

🔥 But no matter how many he dodges, there’s always another one waiting. At some point, it’s not even about winning anymore. It’s about seeing you smirk at him. Hearing your little one-liners. You’re clever, quick, unpredictable—and so infuriatingly pretty when you’re smug.

🔥 The moment he lets himself get caught—just so you’ll stand over him again, foot on his chest, teasing him? That’s when he knows he’s gone. You lean in close, and he growls, “One of these days I’m going to burn that smirk off your face.” And you whisper, “I’d like to see you try, big guy.”

🔥 Everyone assumes it’s the end of you. But instead of roasting you alive, he carries you everywhere like some gremlin trophy. You still tease him. Still trap him for fun. “You know, for someone who swears he’s the strongest, you fall into holes a lot.”

🔥 “You dug them too deep—what do you want from me?!” He gets flustered when you kiss his cheek right after insulting him. He’ll growl and puff fire but still lean down so you can reach better.

🔥 He’ll still challenge you constantly—but now he likes losing. If it means you’ll sit on his chest and call him “pretty boy,” so be it.

[zuko-always-lies]

Shower thought about homosexuality and the Fire Nation elite

Mind you, this is all entirely speculative and extremely unsupported by the show, but it occurs to me that lesbianism might be tolerated and even accepted among the Fire Nation elite, as long as it doesn't interfere with the patriarchal family structure and the duty of women to get married and give birth to heirs. Lesbian relationships, before marriage or during it, don't threaten impregnation or the birth of bastard or cuckold children, and might not even be perceived as "damaging" female virginity, as the Fire Nation understands it. They might also be perceived as a way to create and shore up alliances, between elite women and even between families.

Kind of the idea here is that lesbian "affairs" are seen as a complimentary and subordinate institution to heterosexual marriage (and "courting"), rather than a competing one. For a woman to engage in a lesbian affair or affairs would not be considered cheating, because the only "real sex," and certainly the only "generative sex," is men sticking their penises in women. Heterosexual marriage is supposed to be monogamous (at least for the women), permanent, and essentially obligatory, while lesbian affairs are not so permanent and are not understood as exclusive, with it being perfectly permissible to engage in multiple affairs at once. Lesbianism, of course, does not excuse you from the duties to marry, have heterosexual sex, and give birth to heirs.

At the very extreme, you could lesbian affairs being culturally encouraged and even expected under certain circumstances, both as a way to solidify familial and personal alliances and (perhaps?) due to a cultural belief that engaging in lesbian sexual activity makes women more fertile.

You could also have similar dynamics attached to male homosexuality, if you really wanted, although I think if you were to go in depth there you would want to make the system significantly different. Also, relatively few societies have historically seen female homosexuality as particularly threatening, while male homosexuality tends to have been seen as more dangerous, or at least as more fraught with dangerous power dynamics.

I guess kind of my broader point is that the ATLA fandom really like writing about gay and lesbian relationships, but it mostly does so by portraying the world of ATLA like it has the cultural norms around those typical of early 21st century America. That's fine, but it's important to understood that those are not the only cultural norms around homosexual sex and romantic activity possible.

Anyways, one story idea I had for the "lesbian affair" social system is one, set a few years after canon, which is Maiko/Maizula. Zuko and Mai are married, and Azula and Mai are engaged in an affair, too (and there's nothing hidden about it, because it's socially accepted). Culturally Zuko isn't supposed to be jealous, and he knows it, too, while pragmatically arguably the affair benefits him, by keeping Azula closely tied to his nuclear family. Yet, despite it all, he is jealous, and that creates problems.

[sxprot]

LOOEY x GN!reader

✿——> Woah, have I told yall that I also do other fandoms? If not, you could request but better be checking my bio there, requesters. Anyways, I hope I uhhhh...capture their charms well or I'll explode. OK maybe too much oocs...SORRY...

★A lot of this are based purely on my hcs so it doesn't related to the canon(I'll rewrite when there's more lore). Enjoy it though lol...

TW: None, nervous wreck thing idk, fluff, bad grammar

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♥︎Cherishes your time with him a lot. By all mean, Looey really value you and your patience for him. He knew that sometimes, if one doesn't perform well, friends might left you and all. But really, your concerns and assurance for him lefts Looey at ease when you comfort him with a smile.

♥︎ Feels bad for doubting your love for him. Perharp the thought of you leaving him was such a big deal that hurts his metaphorical heart so much. You love Looey dearly, you would say so, but sometimes he feels bad for thinking like that.

♥︎Tends to forget. Even though some tasks might seem small for them, they forgot very easily until someone reminds Looey. But never about you that he forgets! I'd like to hc him to write things down on his hand with a marker .

♥︎Gets a tad bit nervous when you invite him to do a certain activity to practice(he has stage fright). Would deny it as usual with an exclamation that he's ready(but you knew it through Astro.)

♥︎Quiet a talkative type, happy or not. You might need to knock some sense into him whenever the topic changes to Looey complimenting you and such. And that you might need to yell out,"LOOEY! TAKE THE COMPLIMENT. " in order for him to snap out of his rambling right away. With an apology, he would smile and tangling his hand with yours, talking about other topic to not worry you further.

♥︎If I remember correctly, Looey's tail would wag in happiness. In this scenario, I'd like to imagine him giving every circus trope members compliments, including you, to cheer them up.

♥︎Would give your favorite treats. If you have a sweet tooth, I imagine him either chiding you about eating it less...Or just bought more than usual. But your health matters the most! So he would appreciate it if you didn't eat candies that much!

♥︎Hugs are his favorite to do. I'd like to think he's the type of scoop you up into a bear hug, gentle yet full of warmth , as he grins at you. It's a nice way to start a new day, so Looey would seek you out and give you a hug! What else is better than to bring a smile on other's faces?

♥︎Sometimes, when he gets mad and took it out on you, you could sense his body starting to stiff when you look away. Yelling at you was the last thing he'd do, and yet he's doing the opposite, the things that he swore he would never do. Looey feels ashamed, embarrassed and pathetic for raising his tone, thinking that you would never forgive him as he quickly apologize.

♥︎He wants to make it up for you the next day, so really, any convinces would fell on deaf ears.

♥︎ Yatta and Blot enjoy your company. Yeah that's it lol

Im out of hcs bye

[hood-ex]

Do you know why the fandom insists that Dick’s still a cop? I thought he quit/was fired during the whole thing w/ tarantula? Did he get rehired or something?

I don't know anyone who still insists he's a cop, but there are people who do love his time as Officer Grayson and wish to see him return to the force. I feel like a lot of that died down in 2020 after what happened to George Floyd and the calls to defund the police, but that's just from my own perspective.

Dick did get fired from the force though, yes. I think people were wondering if cop Dick was still considered canon to Dick's history in the current comic timeline, and Tom Taylor did end up bringing it back in his run.

Nightwing (Vol. 4) #80

Though the amnesia arc opened that up for Taylor because characters from Dixon and Grayson's runs were included in Dick's memories, which would imply Dick's time as a cop was included in said memories.

Either way, it confirms Dick's history as a cop in the current timeline. I don't know why people would think he's still an active cop though (if that's what you meant anyway). People might still draw art or write fics of Officer Grayson just because they enjoyed that era or want to explore an aspect of it. That's about all I see on the topic from where I sit in fandom.

[cs-fanfic-archives]

Okay. let's start debunking the glorious 5 DMS I received this morning: I don't hate the ship carmchase. just cause it's not a fave of mine doesn't mean I hate it- oh who am I kidding i'm hetrophobic. i simply only reblog fics that appear on my dash. sometimes I go searching, but i'm a busy gal. you could've dropped an ask or 2 instead of running straight to dms, but forgive me, you don't seem to have the best track record with anons either. what I don't like about the ship: 1.) there's a White Man in it and grr grr I hate Painfully White French Men who are older than the main character 2.) age gap. it's implied to be more than Julia X Carmen, so don't bother arguing with that point. other points: 1.) i wasn't actively avoiding it. can't help it if the majority of fans prefer julethief to chasecarm. 2.) I haven't spotted any chasecarm fics, just fanart. does my blog name say cs-FANART-archives or cs-FANFIC-archives? 3.) you do you, just leave others alone with their ships. you're "considered unworthy" because you're weird about it. not much else to say. 4.) not my circus, not my monkeys. not my fandom, not my shippers. 5.) I don't consider the ship to be a "dirty peton" in the background of julethief. i post ocxcanon things too. i'm not even a julethief shipper.

do you see the big red button asking to submit requests/snippets? you could've been the first to utilise it, perhaps create a sort of tradition where I post your fics unbiased every Friday or whatever. but Noooo, you just HAD to be difficult.

also nice villain monologue. you ever consider getting a degree in theatre?

i would be open to posting your fics and imagines, esp if it means you leave others alone, marina3vesna. however, I don't feel inclined to extend that offer now. :/

[tomatette]

do we still do this here?

I wanna follow more (active) Billy Hargrove / Harringrove / Mungrove / Metalsandwich blogs. I don't mind if you're multi-ship or multi-fandom, but It would be nice if you'd occasionally post something Billy-centric.

Reblogs are more than fine, you don't have to post original stuff (that would only be a bonus lol)

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[deadgayturtles]

Modern AU Chinese!Enjolras who is maybe an idol?

who. who can i even yell about this to??? i’m going to drive myself crazy thinking about zhou zhennan as modern AU chinese!enjolras. like LOOK AT HIMMM

this started bc i was thinking too hard about asian enj who was still blond. and then like zhennan having naturally dark hair but his most iconic look is blond (fandom goes crazy every time he brings it back). also he recently tried red hair and it went crazy, so his hair colours have been: blond, red and black. make of that what you will lol

anw obviously I think that he’s like the most beautiful creature ever. but a lot of people don’t? he definitely has some unconventional features. (side note: he almost got double eyelid surgery to “help” his career and his mom basically forced him off the table and now he wears them like a badge of honour which in this AU yes definitely happened for enj)

but most of the people who think he’s ugly off stage agree that he’s super charismatic and handsome on stage performing (which like in my mind = enj’s charismatic speechifying) not only those things but people often find him scary when he performs, like he has what we call 反差萌 which is that on stage, he’s terrifying and domineering but off stage he’s just a goofy little kid

^ i just think that unconventionally attractive enjolras who is also undeniably gorgeous is so important. it’s his attitude and spirit that’s beautiful you know?

it’s not really that i think enj would be an idol, but if he were one i think he’d be the kind of idol that zhennan is, bc like zhennan has a very strong attitude of doing what he wants and thinks is right, and his music and art are all very unconventional

here’s a playlist of some of his performances (not curated for this lol) and then his 《F.F.F》 music video which might give you an idea of his style and why i think enj would also be like him

zhennan first debuted from a survival show called 《the coming one》 in which the producers forced and rigged in a hologram contestant. when the rules dictated that someone from zhennan’s team had to 1v1 this hologram (where they would essentially be guaranteed to lose) zhennan volunteered and basically saved the rest of his teammates :”)

he was also the leader of R1SE! like enj being the leader of les amis <3 and he’s an amazing leader but i won’t get into that lol (and he also had his own little triumvrate from there haha)

anw i’m not saying that you can map zhennan onto enj 1:1 at all, but the seeds of the idea are too good imo. so some chinese idol enj headcanons:

when they film variety shows, they aren’t allowed to have “unnatural” hair colours so they’ll usually get temporary hair dye or a wig. whenever there’s water activities tho, the hair dye and wig get inevitably washed off so you get to see blond hair peeking out from underneath caps lol. i think enj would exploit this loophole and just any time there’s a water activity his hair dye comes off suspiciously quick

fashion icon enjolras (bc zhennan is) but his fansite photos are always ruined by jehan managing to sneak his way into frame and wearing the most hideous garish outfit that their stylist couldn’t stop them from wearing

constant dating rumours with ferre, R, and feuilly and when people try to pry he’ll give them the most deadpan batshit answers like “yeah we got married last week actually.”

very very embarassed by fan chants about himself but secretly memorised all the other amis’ fanchants. the only fanchant he publicly shows affection for is the group one for les amis

very picky about the products they put out including the physical merchandise, to the point where his company has just given up on regulating him and just accept that the fans are going to hound them again for being slow with production, schedules etc even though it’s literally enj himself that’s holding up releases (yes zhennan does this lol)

started as a dancer but prefers rap and vocals because he loved writing! writes a lot of les amis’ music with jehan and spends a lot of time with main dancer!R who does the main choreo work while enj gives feedback and ideas

from chongqing but is terrible with spicy food. still loves to eat everything as spicy as he can get, just with lots of rice. eats so much spicy food that his manager has to maintain a tracker now because one time he ate mala hotpot four days in a row and his voice gave out for two weeks

only knows a little bit of dialect because he went to an international school and courf and ferre always talk to each other in dialect when he’s being self-destructive and they need to plan wrangling him

okay i’m going to stop bc this got so freaking long already i didn’t realise i would have so many thoughts about this helppp

i’m not mapping r1se onto the other amis but one of them splits his pants like once a day. rb with who that would be in les amis please

+ @asian-les-mis-week does this count as anything?

[annabelle--cane]

hey, feel free not to answer this, as i don't see it as your responsibility to educate ppl on fandom etiquette, but you're one of the big tma blogs to me and you've been around for a good while as far as i can tell. i'm personally super new to the magpod fandom (only really got into the show earlier this summer) and this is my first time really being in a fandom where there are regular updates that contain spoilers. i was pretty careful about avoiding spoilers while i was catching up, but now i am caught up and i'm on the other side. i really appreciate that i was able to avoid spoilers fairly well for a show that's been around and has a sizable fanbase for so long, so i really wanna be able to pay that forward to current and future fans.

so my question is: what's the best way to tag spoilers (if there is one), and is there any sort of timeline for when it's okay to not tag them? or should i just keep tagging spoilers indefinitely for anybody else who is where i was (that is, listening to a podcast with major revelatory moments that they want to be surprised by)? there's also an obvious difference between episodic spoilers about like the contents of a statement vs major spoilers like a character dying, so is there a good way to differentiate between those? the latter sounds like it would be important to tag indefinitely, while the former could probably be dropped off when most or all of the fanbase is caught up, no?

again, no pressure to answer all or any of these questions—i'm genuinely wanting to make my blog friendlier to any other fans who are new like i was (and am), and i'm just looking for some tips since i have no experience, but it's hardly your obligation! thank you! :D

(i wrote this like an email. i feel like i should sign it or something. best, ace.)

dear ace,

many thanks for your cordial letter. I shall readily admit that I'm far more lax about this kind of thing than many others, because for weekly episodic release schedules I only usually spoiler tag for a few days after a drop to give the main body of active audience members time to get around to the newest episode. my rule for protocol episodes is that I spoiler tag anything to do with the new material from the time it releases on thursday to whenever I wake up on monday, and then repeat this cycle for each successive episode.

however, I know other people are often more conscientious about this sort of thing, and I believe they tend to spoiler tag all major narrative revelations basically indefinitely if the spoiler is super blatant in the post. ex., I don't tend to see people spoiler tag discussions of later seasons that vaguely imply certain character deaths, but I do see people tag "god it was so impactful when blorbo bleebus beat glup shitto to death in episode 69 at timecode 04:20." I also see some people use different sets of spoiler tags for individual seasons with the idea the new fans can mute and unmute as they go along. if a person has listened through to the end of season two then they wouldn't need spoilers filtered for mid season one stuff anymore, but they might still not want to know what happens in three through five.

hope that helps!

dutifully yours,

marina

[michilinstar]

Hey it's 🪼Anon again! I also want to ask you what you think that To eat a god think of mc as a mermaids or nymph?sorry if I'm asking too much or too childish ...

To Eat A God - Mermaid!/Nymph! S/O

Hello once again 🪼 , Anon! Glad to see another creative ask! And please don’t think of yourself as a bother or childish, I think all these asks are very creative and I couldn’t have thought of a better prompt myself! So please go ahead and keep asking, I love writing for this fandom since it is still growing, and I want to do my part for the readers! Sorry for the late response! But I think I'll be going on Hiatus! There's nothing wrong with my dear readers; it's just me! I need to focus on myself for a bit! I'll, of course, be active on here and I can answer any questions you may have or update you guys on me! Once again, enjoy the writing! (THIS IS NOT PROOF READ, I'm sorry I'm too lazy)

The AU of this universe is that you are one of the many subjects of the symbols that were created by Sextam. Your origin came from when Sextam grew curious about what she could mix into creating humans. Could she create divine beings or give humans features that technically didn't make them humans? She got deep into experimenting and created you. The first prototype. Depending on the species you choose, you either come out as a mermaid or a nymph. The creator caught on to the things she was creating and ordered her to remove them at once, since it would disrupt the balance of humanity. She was saddened by it, so in retaliation, she kept you, the last species of your kind. She had Tria create a spot on Earth as a sanctuary for you to keep safe from the discovery of humans, and mainly the creator. You’re kinda her pet? She visits you in your sanctuary to take care of you and check up on you to the point you’ve made a name in the garden. Everyone only knows about you, though; they’ve never seen you or know your name.

Nulla -

Out of everyone in the garden, Nulla can say he's quite close with Sextam, so he was there when your species was first created. At first, he lowkey didn't really care about what she was up to. But he liked to protect her happiness, so when the creator ordered her to exterminate the species, he was angered. He didn't find out all the details when the extermination happened, so he didn't know Sextam had kept one alive. It ended up being the one that he didn't know was originally created. Sextam kept you because you were the first one; it would be rude to destroy her first creation! So when word got around in the garden that she was keeping one of her creations still alive on earth, Nulla got curious. He could’ve sworn she had gotten rid of all of them, so he went to investigate. When he met with Sextam, he asked her about what he's been hearing. She knew to trust Nulla, so she showed him where she kept you. She opened up a door in her domain that led them to where your sanctuary was kept on earth.

Mermaid route: 

When Sextam showed the water-filled environment she was keeping you in, he was pleasantly surprised. There were areas where land was, but still soaked with water to accommodate your scales. The area seemed to be like a cave with vines hanging around, and in the middle of it all was a large body of water that was crystal clear and blue as can be. They stopped at the edge of the body of water, and he looked around curiously.

“Sextam, where is the mermaid species that you keep?” He asks her curiously when he spots a shadow under the water, swimming.

“They will be here shortly,” She turns to whistle, calling what lies below the water. In that moment, half a head peeked out of the water bright pupil slit eyes burning holes through him, “Do not be wary, they are only cautious of you since they’ve never had any contact with anyone else besides me.” Nulla watches as you swim to Sextam's side and cling onto her robe with that burning gaze.

“Feels like I should with the way it's staring at me…” He says, despite what he says, he's smitten with you. Ignoring the glare he's getting from you, you’re completely ethereal in his eyes. He kneels to see if you could trust him enough to soften that glare on him, but you stand your ground, splashing water with your fin onto his face. He tells Sextam that she can trust him with you anytime, if something were to happen, even if you have an attitude towards him, he's hoping to get closer to a wondrous being like you. And as if he were manifesting it, something came up the following week, causing Sextam to send Nulla to care for you in her place.

The first day he visited you, you refused to get out of the water, even if you were hungry; you were just too cautious to get near him, so what he resorted to was leaving the food by the edge of the water and watching from a distance. You took notice that he's the one bringing your food now, and so the next day, he was surprised to see you lying on your stomach at the edge of the water staring at the door. You still have that glare, but don't back away when he hands you your plate. He goes the mile and tries to sit down next to you, and surprisingly, you let him. It was peaceful and quiet while you ate. The serene environment with the soothing flow of water and the warm glow of the area, he liked this place better than his unfinished domain. He wanted to make conversation, but it was best not to after the glares you gave him that day.  After you were done, you left the plate and slid back into the water. The next day was the same routine, but something different happened.

“I never asked, but who are you? And where is Sextam?” You broke the silence while eating, and he stared down at you wide eyed as he sat on the floor cross-legged, resting his head on his hand.

“She had gotten caught up in major business, so she sent me to care for you. My name is Nulla.” Your glare was now replaced with a disinterested look, that's some progress being made… “And yours?” he asks, and you squint your eyes before giving your answer.

“Y/n…Sextam allowed me the privilege of naming myself.” He gave you a small smile and watched you eat for a while, and decided to admire your space instead. When he turned to look back at you, you were already done with your food, but you lay there staring up at him, resting your head in your crossed arms. He hadn’t noticed that you were analysing his features, but he did notice that you didn't leave as soon as you were done. He turned away with a small smile. He's happy that you’ve grown comfortable enjoying his company a little bit.

The next couple of days, he took notice of how you’ve been warming up to him, and he's been catching himself spending the whole day with you at certain points. As if you knew, on the last day he was assigned to watch you, you swam to the bottom of the body of water and came back up with something. He sat down on the ground cross-legged, waiting to see what you got. When he sat down, he was caught off guard when you slid over to him and sat yourself in the space on his lap. He watched as you grabbed his arm and tied a seaweed-made bracelet around his wrist with small seashells. If he wasnt smitten before then damn he fell deeper in love.

“I like it, thank you, cariño.” He said as he rested his head on your head.

“What does that mean…?” You ask him.

“Maybe I’ll tell you another time.” After that day, he had to go back to his average work when Sextam had her work cleared up. He felt out of place when he didn't have a schedule for visiting you. You were already at the edge of the water, waiting for Nulla, but were surprised when it was Sextam instead. You asked her where Nulla was. She said he went back to his normal work now that she's done with hers, but she noticed the disappointment you had when he stopped coming. So she did what anyone would do for their precious creation and consulted Nulla. She had asked him if he would like to continue visiting you since you’ve taken a liking to him. He, of course, agreed to see his Sirenita (little mermaid) again, so from then on, he's been given special permission to visit you whenever he likes. You were ecstatic to see him again and hopped out of the water when you saw him, and Nulla knelt to caress your face.

“Where did you go…?” you shyly asked.

“Doesn't matter, I'm here now, aren’t I?” 

“Promise not to leave again?” and he laughs.

“Promise.”

Nymph route:

When Nulla stepped into the environment full of life and nature, he could’ve sworn he entered a divine being's domain. Everywhere he looked, he saw greenery; the forestry that was provided to you was kept in perfect health. Sextam mentioned what she named your species, but didn't exactly know what was special about your kind. What was the name..? A dryad. All he knew was that the species was connected to more of a forest environment.

“Sextam, what exactly is special about this human-like species you created?” He asked as he ducked under a tree branch, mindful not to accidentally break it as he followed her through the forest.

“As I mentioned before, this species is known as a Dryad, they’re main priority is to provide protection and care for the health of the forestry. Their kind is birthed from a tree; typically, the species would be large, but since they’re the last of their kind, this nymph is left alone in a forest full of empty homes left to care for it on its own, and what would’ve been full of its kind. I wish I could’ve done more for it, but alas, it's left as the last of its kind.” Nulla listened attentively to Sextam's words.

“Where might it be? This forest seems quite large-” Nullas' words trailed off when he first caught sight of you. A being that looked angelic sat in a forest clearing holding a wild bunny in their arms. It didn't notice Sextam's and Nulla's presence until Sextam called out to them.

“Y/n dear, could you come over here?” She sweetly called out to them, and the Dryads' attention was caught. Its large doe eyes looked around when its eyes landed on them curiously, it stood up and approached them, still holding the bunny in its arms. Nulla was at a loss for words, he admired the innocent beauty this being has waiting for its next orders as it nervously stands there in silence.

“Go on, introduce yourself, dear.” Sextam encourages the shy thing, urging it by putting her hand on its shoulder, pushing it towards Nulla.

“Hello, I’m Y/N… pleased to meet you, sir..” They squeak out with a little bow as it practically suffocates the poor bunny in nervousness. 

“Nonsense, pleasures all mine,” Nulla says as he reaches out to pet the bunny they hold in their arms. He was fascinated with this being Sextam created, it looked human, but it had this unspoken beauty. He wonders what type of personality it has, could it be as sweet as it looks, or have a sour attitude? He wanted to know it, but he wasn’t sure if Sextam was willing to share it with the rest of the garden just yet. That was when lady luck shone down upon him, and she had something come up, since Nulla was the only one who met you, she asked him to take care of you. It was only a week at most; he didn’t see a problem with it. He was happy to do so. The first day he visited your sanctuary, you were peacefully tending to the health of the trees. He entered it and watched from a distance as you rested your hand on the tree, a yellow glow at your fingertips spreading through the tree, giving it a new vitality of life. He cleared his throat to gain your attention, and you jumped and turned towards the sound.

“Good morning, it seems that I'm back.” He says with his hand in his pocket and the other holding your food. You approach him silently, thanking him, you take the food to eat at a nearby rock, and he follows you.

“Ah, uhm, where might Sextam be?” you ask him as you silently eat, and Nulla leans on one of the trees, careful not to do anything to it that might worry you.

“She has a bunch of work and asked me to watch over you in her stead.” He responds as he watches you feed some of the forest animals while you eat. He waits till you’re done with your meal and watches as you abandon your plate to properly feed the forest animals.

“Do you know when she’ll be back?” You ask as you care to a baby fawn as it falls asleep on your lap. Nulla just shrugs at your question.

“Wish I knew what  to tell you, to at least put your mind at ease.” He says as he approaches you slowly. You’re cautious, but he stands a respectful distance away and kneels to your level, holding a hand out..

“May I?” He asks as he gestures to the baby fawn on your lap, you hesitate a bit before nodding, permitting him to pet the baby. He's gentle with the innocent creature and is careful with his actions to respect your worry for the creature. Aren’t you a naive thing, you let him near you that easily? Not that he was planning to harm you, perhaps being disconnected from other living beings with malicious intent didn’t teach you to be more cautious. He came back the next day and found you in a flower field, tending to the flowers if they’re missing a petal or leaf, you magically make it regrow it back. He silently approached you from behind, which was a big mistake on his part, when you noticed the shadow looming from behind you. You reacted almost to a silent heart attack.

“Woah, woah, sorry! Should’ve been more careful, huh?” He says as he quickly grabs you by your waist before you fall back on your behind. You mutter out a small thanks as you turn back to the flowers you are caring for.

“Seeing you do this makes me wonder,” You turn towards him giving him your attention, “you see, I have a grove of flowers, but I can't identify the species of it. Would it be alright if I brought one of them for you to identify?” 

“Sure, I don't mind. I'm sure I could tell what type of flower it may be,” you say as you turn back to the flowers. The following day, Nulla arrived with instead of a flower he came with a bouquet of flowers. You noticed his entry this time and approached him with a face of concern. 

“You didn't have to bring so much, now I feel bad if these were precious to you.” 

“Nonsense, if I were already bringing a flower, why not more for the lovely being?” He says as he takes a flower out and tucks it into your hair. You hold your hands out to him, silently telling him, ‘May I?’ and he happily hands you the bouquet. You take your time analysing the flowers, from the number of petals to the number of leaves it has.

“I believe this may be a daffodil narcissus. Is this flower dear to you, Mr. Nulla?” You ask, and he gives a weak smile, carefully placing a hand on your head.

“There's no need for Mr, and yes, you can say this flower may be dear to me.”  He hands you the plate of food promised, and you go peacefully eat, that day he sees you more open to questions and gets to know you better. He’s not 100% sure, but he feels that you’re getting more comfortable around him. The next day, when he entered the domain, he was awestruck. When he found you, he saw you surrounded by daffodils in a meadow.

“Where did this come from?” He asks as he walks over to you to stand by you, looking around, he notices that you don't jump in surprise anymore.

“Oh, good morning, Nulla!” You smile up at him before putting a flower crown on him, “Since you said the flowers were dear to you, I used the flowers you gave me to incorporate them into my sanctuary.”

“I would’ve never thought to see these flowers everywhere. I appreciate it.” He says as he takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Nulla had let the week go by and didn't notice it was his last day with you. He couldn’t have a say in it since, technically, you were Sextam's property. He was in the middle of his regular work when Sextam approached him, saying that she gives him permission to visit you from then on. He then found out that you kept asking Sextam when Nulla would be coming, and she kinda felt bad, so she let him go as he pleased. When he finally made an appearance, you rushed over to him, showing him more of the flowers you grew.

“Did Sextam bring you back here?” You ask while Nulla braids some of the daffodils into your hair while you sit between his legs.

“Mhm, seems the hada (fairy) wouldn’t leave her be.” he smiles as he finishes braiding the flowers in.

“Well, I wanted to see you again, you’re not gonna leave again, right?” You say as you turn back towards him, resting your head on his knee.

“I don't think so, that's all up to Sextam.” He watches you get up and look down at him with a smile, letting the hair he styled hang from the side.

“I’m sure you’re gonna stay, I’ll just have to keep bothering her!” He smiles as he watches you wander off to check up on the animals. There was a sense of warmth inside, looking at you with those flowers specifically, it makes him feel like he has some sort of claim over you, and he’ll forever hold onto that value.

Septem -

Septem had heard vague mumbling about the new creation Sextam had been busy experimenting with; he had his concerns. After all, did the creator permit her to be toying with the balance of humanity? Septem wasn’t how to go about this, so he consulted the creator. He didn't hear anything else about the matter after that; all that he knew was that the creator personally instructed Sextam to remove this new species at once. He was known for being closest to the creator in the garden, so when the information got to him that Sextam disobeyed the orders of the creator and kept one of her creations alive, he was a tad upset. But how could he be angry at his dear Sextam? She was the most caring being, so he couldn't blame her, he supposed. But it was inevitable for the creator to discover and remove it before it caused any disruption in the evolution of humanity. He thought he should do what he thought would be best for the garden and sought Sextam out to show him the creature she was keeping. Let's say Sextam was internally panicking when Septem came to ask her about you; she had no choice but to be honest. Septem was second in charge. She opened up the door in her temple to lead him into your sanctuary.

Mermaid route:

At first, he was very uninterested; his only business there was to remove you at once to avoid any issues. I mean, he was vaguely impressed with the sophisticated and comfortable sanctuary that was created for you; it wasn't a cave, but everything was built like Roman architecture. The water provided was also crystal clear, and some waterfalls were running in the background. Sextam kept leading him through the sanctuary when she made a sudden stop at the edge of a body of water. He looked forward and caught his eye on a figure seated at a podium under the waterfall. When he laid his eyes upon you, he was awestruck. (not much changed about his expression, just his eyes slightly widened). You looked like a being that truly had a place by a god; he was almost disappointed that he didn't see your species before its extermination. Pity. he would’ve let you live if it didnt anger the creator so. 

This man is only staring at your side profile, you hadn’t noticed Sextams or his presence. Septem was bothered that you hadn’t greeted them, so he let out a noise by clearing his throat to catch your attention. You turned towards the sound and got startled. You quickly dove into the water once you noticed the unrecognized intruder.

“It completely slipped my mind to mention that they aren’t accustomed to new beings and get startled if it isn't me,” Sextam says with an apologetic look towards Septem. 

“Sorry to bother, could you step back so they could be comfortable to approach the edge?” Sextam asked as she knelt down to the edge of the water. Septem had a grimace, but did what she asked. He watches as a head emerges from the body of water, and Sextam coaxes her out of the water more so she is now seated at the edge.

“Is this the creature? What do you name this species?” Septem asks as he looks down on you, as he hides his grimace behind his robe sleeve.

“I call it a mermaid, but they prefer to go by Y/N,” Sextam says as she brushes out your hair with her fingers.

“You… named it…” Septem then glances at your curious gaze, “You’ve only created a connection to this, its end would be inevitable.” He states and looks back at Sextam with a pleading look.

“You may keep it around. Temporarily. For now, it is under watch, and if it is deemed harmful to the development of humans, then it will be terminated.” He gives you a judgmental look, “Am I understood?” and you silently nod, watching as he turns to leave your sanctuary, when Sextam speaks up.

“Septem, I know this is much to ask of you… but if you didnt mnd, could you watch over them? I’ve become terribly busy.” Septem turns to the side, giving her a side glance.

“What makes you think I'm not equally busy?” He says as he takes a moment to take in her expression before giving in, “I suppose I can,” he says and then leaves, but before he actually exits the domain, he catches another voice asking Sextam questions about him. The following day, he visited the domain according to Sextam's instructions and silently approached the body of water. Sextam told him that she told you to meet him at certain times of the day so he waited a bit and then you hopped out of the water suddenly causing him to step back to avoid water splashing onto him. You still have that damn curious look on your face and he ignores it by handing you your food.

“I ask that you avoid splashing water in the future.” He says as he watches you eat the food as he stands by holding his hands in front, observing you. He takes in this abnormal appearance of a hybrid of fish and human, your scales glint in the light, and your hair is well kept and decorated. Once you are done with your meal, you hold out the plate to him and thank him, but he notices you have something else to say.

“If you have something to say, I suggest that you speak now,” he says as he takes the plate with one hand.

“Who are you..” You say with those god forsaken curious eyes.

“I'm hurt that Sextam hadn’t mentioned me,” He says as he continues to look down on you, trying to assert some sort of dominance. He has no idea why your curious look bothers him so much, “I'm Septem, I run the garden where Sextam is from. There's no need to introduce yourself,  I already know.” There's a long silence between you two until you speak up.

“You don’t talk much, do you? Is that a god thing or a you thing?”

“I have no need to speak to you, I am merely here on Sextam's request.”

“Do you have any friends at all?” There was a long pause.

“I have work to do rather than socialize.”

“Sounds lonely.”

“I have no desire to be bothered with friends.”

“Liar.” It takes all of his willpower not to do anything to you, must you infuriate him with all these inquiries? He watches as you swim off to creator knows what, and he finally leaves, enjoying peace.

The next day, he returns.

Not because he wants to—but because he’s obligated. The air shimmers faintly as he appears, expecting more of your endless chatter. Maybe you'd try to insult his solitude again. But instead, you’re sitting at the edge of the water again, arms crossed, glaring up at him like he’s the one wasting your time.

“You left,” you say flatly.

He raises an eyebrow. “Correct. I have duties.”

“I wasn’t finished talking.”

His jaw tightens. “You speak too much for something that shouldn’t exist.” He watches, disinterested—until you toss something small and sharp toward his feet. A perfect white scale. Your own.

“I shed it on purpose,” you say. “You said I was a mistake, right?” Septem didnt know what to say and just sighs, handing you your plate of food, and you just scoot it way. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do, but he knelt down and hesitated.

“I apologize, I suppose I shouldn’t have said that…” You turned to look at him and jumped into him, embracing him. He was taken aback; he had never done something like this. What does he even do?

“I was just glad to see someone new,” Septem was uncomfortable, you can say, “you’re warm…” But you just kept getting closer, so he just gave in and hugged you back. He was adjusting to this new development, but you did end up eating your food. Just in his lap, he could feel his clothes wet, but he sat through it. But in that moment, he realized why your annoying, curious face irritated him. It made him feel something new, something that he wasn’t ready to feel, so he treated it like a virus. But he shouldn’t have these wretched feelings; the creator didn't approve of your existence. But maybe he can allow Sextam to keep you around as long as the creator doesn’t find out. Septem had continued to visit you, and he still had that distant attitude that almost made you think that encounter was a dream. That was until Septem made an appearance one day with something.

“You’re late.” He says, standing there with your food.

“Missed me?” You tease, and he gives you a disinterested look, handing you your food. You notice he's getting comfortable with the wet environment as he sits down on a damp ledge, crossing his arms, contemplating something.

“I’ve spoken to Sextam,” You perk up at him initiating conversation, “I promised her to let you stick around since I’ve assessed that you can't be harmful to humanity.” He gets up and does something you wouldn’t expect them to do; he smooths out your hair and holds out his hand, offering you something. It was your scale that you plucked out. Except, it was created into a necklace.

“I prefer it that you keep all of you in good condition, so don't go harming yourself anymore.” He says as he goes to hook it around your neck, and you smile at him, Guess you did make some progress.

Nymph route:

Septem had never personally really seen what it was like for humans on Earth; all he knew was that the others were in charge of aspects of it. His main job was to make sure there wasn’t a disruption in the balance. So when he entered your forest environment, it was the first time he had seen a place full of life, and everything in the garden was just. Fake. Sextam led him deeper into the woodland environment, trying to find what she had created. It didn't take long for the forest to open up into a clearing, and that's when he locked eyes with you. Sextam started calling out for you to get down from the tree, so you followed what she asked. He watched as you cautiously approached and stood in front of them, looking up at them with slight curiosity but disinterest.

“What use does this creature have?” Septem asked Sextam as he stared blankly at you as you gave him a look.

“It's a dryad, they are basically tree spirits and protectors of the forest.” She turns to smooth out your hair, “and they’re the last of their kind after the order the creator sent.”

“It doesn’t seem to have a significant use… I apologize, but we must carry out the creator's orders to the end. We mustn’t make exceptions.” He says with that fake ass smile and Sextam gets between you and him.

“Please, I ask this of you, Septem. Allow them to live, they are no harm to the humans-!” 

“Very well, but they are to be under watch by me. Anything I deem harmful will be exterminated.”

“I do need someone to care for them in my place,” she glances behind her, looking at you curiously, peeking out from behind her, looking at Septem. 

“Very well,” He says as he gestures for you to approach him. You silently approach him, and he says something, “I expect the best behavior.” The next day, instead of Sextam, it was, of course, Septem. Septem was walking around searching for you so he could make the trip fast and easy, but he was having trouble looking for you. Perhaps it would be a good idea to put a bell on you… He stopped in his tracks when he heard a distant melody, and he decided to follow it. He entered a familiar meadow and spotted you sitting on a rock playing a flute. He approached you with an uninterested look, placing your food to the side.

“I’ve heard of those. How does one play it?” He asks, and you stop playing once he speaks up.

“You don't even know my name, and you’re asking me questions?” You say, looking back at him.

“I have no need to learn the name of something that was bound to be exterminated,” he says as he scoots the plate over to you. You put the flute away and begin your meal, and you can feel Septem's gaze on you. You ignored it, however, Septem was busy analysing your features. You really did have a look of a divine being, except you weren’t. He shook it off; he has no business wondering when he's only here to keep you alive for Sextam's sake. The next day, he found you at the same spot, except it looked like you were actually expecting him. You greet him with a slight bow of the head and hold out a second flute.

“What's the meaning of this?” He says as he cautiously takes the flute.

“You asked how to play. I don't mind showing you.” 

“I have no time for this-” you then cut him off by holding your hand up and patting the spot next to you on the ground, and he very visibly grimaces. 

“A little dirt is not gonna hurt you…” He lets out a sigh and sits down next to you. You hold up the flute and signal to him to follow. He's exasperated. Why is he just letting you order him around? He's above this, might as well entertain you since you probably won't be around much longer. He sat through the lesson with you, and he surprisingly enjoyed himself. Before he left with the flute, you let him keep it. He stopped in his tracks before crossing the boundary that separates your two worlds.

“I am known as Septem.” You take this moment as a signal for you to tell him your name.

“I go by Y/N,” he nods and leaves. The next day was unexpected; he took the flute back with him, but he hid it in his sleeve on his way over. (embarrassed ahh). When he entered the sanctuary, you were kept in. he went to your usual meet-up spot when he started to hear sniffling. He got closer and found you sniffling with tears streaming down your face in front of an animal that had passed.

“What has happened?” He says as he abandons the flute somewhere nearby and goes to assess the situation.

“I see no use in wasting your tears on something bound to die.” He says, looking down at the body. After these past couple of days, it felt like an anomaly to see you like this; you always wore a smile or had a serious attitude.

“All life is special,” you hiccup in between, “it should be treated with love, not with no care for how short it is…” He wasn't sure what it was, but something clicked in that moment. He didn't have time to figure out what it was when he felt your hand cling to his sleeve for support; he didn't move a muscle. He had time to figure out what it was later; all he knew was that you needed his time to grieve. The next day, you had a smile on your face, but he didn't know why; he knew you were still upset inside.

“I’ve decided against removing you,” he spoke up after getting tired of just watching you play with your food. “You don't have to worry about that now, focus on your mental health… and I’ll be here to give you my time.”

Unum -

To be fair, I'm sure Unum is caught up with everything that goes on in the garden. So when he heard of something that Sextam created, he wanted to see it. The man was already fascinated with humans, so what wouldn’t intrigue him about something that branched off of humans? He instantly went to seek out Sextam to ask her questions about this new species she created. Sextam was happy to answer any of Unum's questions; she even offered to show you to him. As always, it was obvious he took the offer. Sextam led him through the halls of her domain until she stopped in front of a door that took them to where you were kept. He was happy to get to know you and show you to his wives. When he first entered the sanctuary, you were kept in. he was fascinated by the environment you live in and what makes you different from humans.

Mermaid route:

Once he stepped foot into your sanctuary, it felt like a completely new world to him. The water-covered environment in a cave with greenery, his heart was pounding. What would this creature look like? How does it act? How does it stay alive? He was hoping that you would answer his questions. He caught up with Sextam to be able to ask for a hint about what it looks like.

“I heard it has human features. What does it look like?”

“It's half human, half fish.” His eyes lit up when she said that. Does it have a fish head and human legs? Or the other way around?

“Does this new being have a name for its species?” He asks once more.

“I’ve taken to calling it a mermaid.” She happily says as she stops by the edge of the body of water. He stood beside her, eagerly watching the water, when Sextam whistled out a tune. He continued to examine the water when suddenly he spotted something jump out of the water and back into it in front of him. It was as if time had stopped; the fish tail he had seen glimmered under the light, as well as the jewelry that it had worn. Sextam knelt by the water and reached a hand out to the emerging human head. Even with water rushing around him everywhere, he could still hear a beating heart. This new being isn't all human, though, but it's human enough to have what makes a human special.

“Hello, I'm Unum, and I'm hoping you have a name you chose yourself?” He says as he knelt by the water next to Sextam.

“Sextam allowed me the privilege of giving myself a name, it's Y/N,” You say with a smile, looking up at him as you hold onto the ledge where they stand. He reached out a hand to touch you, but he stopped inches away.

“Do you also need consent like humans do?” 

“Mermaids pretty much work like humans; we just need water to move about and live. But you have my permission to touch my hair!” He never thought about it like that; they’re exactly human, like they just have fish counterparts. He reaches out to touch your hair, and he wants to ask to touch your tail or at least get to see it up close. You notice his gaze into the water, and instantly clock that he wants to see your tail.

“Excuse me please,” You say as Sextam and Unum step back and watch you hop onto land, “you wanted to see, right? You can touch it, I don’t mind.” Unum jumped at the opportunity and felt along your shimmering tail, each crevice and shape fascinated him. (Why do I lowkey imagine the tail as the rainbow fish from the children's book?). He had so many questions, and he wanted to show his wives the discovery he had made. He hopped back onto his feet and turned to Sextam.

“Would it be alright if I showed my wives Y/N?” He held both her hands and stared at her eagerly.

“I don't see a problem with it, it's great timing actually, I’ve been getting busy and need someone to watch them.” Before she could say anything else, Unum readily volunteered to watch you. The next day, Unum showed up with his lovely wives. He entered the domain speaking compliments and praises about you to them, and how interesting you are. They followed him with a smile, laughing to themselves about his antics. Using the whistle method that Sextam taught him, he called you to the surface to meet his wives and to eat. You resurfaced and happily hopped onto land to greet them.

“Morning! These are my lovely wives, Solaris, Ignis, and Aeliana!” You greet them each with a smile and a small bow. Unum hands you your food. (Worry not, his wives made sure it was safe beforehand.)

“I made it with the help of my wives!” You thank them all before beginning your meal.

“Unum tells us much about you,” Aeliana spoke up with a smile.

“We’re happy to put a face to this Y/N he loves to talk about!” Solaris speaks up.

“From what he said about you, it was hard to believe such a being existed!” Ignis joined the conversation.

“I'm sure there are a bunch of questions you all have. I'm happy to give some answers!” You say finishing your meal, and Unum's eyes light up since he technically has the most questions.

“I’ll go first! What makes you different from humans?” He asks.

“Ah, let's see…. Well, the biggest difference is that mermaids have to live underwater rather than on land. And we need to stay moisturized to keep our tails from drying up. Otherwise, we’re kind of similar to humans.” 

“What diet do you have?” Ignis asks.

“Pretty much aquatic plants and other fish, we obviously can't access stuff on land.” The rest of the day, you were accompanied by Unum and his wives. The next day, you waited for them again since you had made something from your trinkets. They visited you like the usual routine, and you were already out of the water, waiting for them to arrive.

“Oh, you’re already here!” Unum happily said before handing you your food.

“Mhm! But before I eat, I have something for you guys!” You say, holding up bracelets you made out of seaweed and carefully decorated with seashells, “Take it as a thank you for taking care of me in Sextam's place!” They were all overjoyed that you thought of them, so when Sextam was done with her business, Unum literally BEGGED her to let him and his wives stick around so they could keep seeing you. And you were happy to see them.

Nymph route: 

Sextam had led him to a large forest-covered environment, and he wondered what could possibly be living in the forest. Everything looked the same to him, trees, trees, oh, meadow, oh, and more trees! That's when his eyes caught onto a figure brushing out their hair. But he thought this was a new creature? It looks a lot like a human. He can feel a sort of divine power from it, but it must come from when Sextam created it. Sextam and Unum approached you cautiously, mostly because you were meeting someone new besides Sextam.

“Y/N, dear, could you come over here and greet Unum? He's very curious about you.” Sextam beckons you towards them, and you oblige.

“Hello! Im Unum, you can say im close with Sextam.” He says with a smile and holding his hand out in which you take to shake.

“It looks human to me, what makes it different?” He asks Sextam while you excuse yourself to check on the animals of the forest.

“The broader term for its species is a Nymph, but this one specifically is a branch of it called a Dryad. A spirit of the trees. Its main purpose is to protect the forest and its dwellers.” She explains. (You might be the Lorax, idk man.)

“Does it have some sort of power?” He says as he looks back at you feeding the animals.

“It's not a powerful as Tria if that's what you're referring to, it only has the power to heal nature.”

“What does it eat?” He asks.

“Just plants, it wouldn’t like meat at all.”

“What-” Sextam cuts him off,

“Unum, I'm sure you have so many questions! But rather than get the answer from me, why not get your answers from them?” She gestures to you, “I’ll be gone for a while, so could I trust you with them?” Unum eagerly agreed and wanted to show you his wives as soon as possible. The next day, he visited you and brought along his wives. You were growing new plants for the animals to nibble on when Unum greeted you, kneeling down to your level when you freaked out.

“Unum, Sextam warned you to be careful with them,” Ignis spoke up.

“Ah, good morning, Unum, and uh,” you gesture to the three lovely ladies, and they each introduce themselves.

“Ignis,”

“Aeliana,”

“Solaris,”

“It's nice to meet you ladies,” You say with a smile, and Unum helps you up.

“I hope we’re not intruding. Unum wouldn’t stop insisting that we meet you.” Aeliana speaks up.

“Nonsense! I'm always glad to host new companions!”

“You’re domain is quite beautiful!” Solaris says.

“Indeed, Unum wasn’t exaggerating about the environment and the lovely being that is being housed in it,” Ignis says.

“You ladies are quite lovely yourselves!” You started to engage in conversation with them and got comfortable fast, and Unum stood in the back, feeling left out. (yk that face he makes while you’re actively dying from poison in the game? He makes that one.)

“Are we making you feel left out, Unum?” Solaris asks, and he nods.

“Sorry, we’re just getting to know the being you loved to talk about!” Ignis says and then hands you your food, “Here, sweetheart, sorry to keep you waiting.” You thank them and eat your food. During that amount of time, they asked you questions about you and your species, mostly Unum, but the girls had their fair share of inquiries! They didn't have time to stay the whole day, but you had an enjoyable amount of time with them. The next day, they visited you once more, and you, of course, ate your meal given.

“We were wondering, what exactly do you do in your free time?” Ignis asks.

“Well, I'm not sure what you guys think of entertainment, but I mostly check up on the well-being of the forest and, most importantly, play with the animals kept here.”

“Are there animals here besides Quinque’s domain?” You nod in response to Unum's question.

“That's right, yesterday you didn't see since the animals went into hiding, if a person entered that they didn't know were near.” You got up from where you were sitting and went to fetch the animals. The animals came out, but were too afraid to come any closer. You beckoned a rabbit to come closer, and a brave soul came out and ran into your arms.

“I think I'm starting to see the appeal that Quinque sees in these creatures,” Aeliana says.

“How do we get them to come out?” Unum asks.

“I’ll show you.” You say as you carry the rabbit in one arm and sit down on the grassy floor, “If I may be so bold, follow what I'm doing!” You hold out your hand to the animals hiding, and the others follow suit. Soon enough, the animals come pouring out, surrounding you all. The girls have fun with the fuzzier animals such as bunnies, skunks, and smaller birds. And of course, Unum tamed the bear that hangs around these parts. They made a connection with the forest animals and even took to naming a couple of the animals. The next day, you had a surprise for them, or more like the animals had a surprise for them. (Yes, you are technically snow white, or Aurora?) When they came, the animals had worked together to make flower crowns for everyone. It was a sweet sight, Ignis with the owl that she had taken a liking to, had given her a flower crown, Aeliana with the bunny, who had gifted her a small bouquet, and Solaris with her skunk had gifted her with a flower ring. And last but not least, Unum with the bear who gave him a bear hug. Side note: he took a nap with the bear as soon as that happened.

“We actually wanted to tell you that we’re going to be able to see you from now on,” Aeliana said.

“Unum and along with us had spoken with Sextam, and she gave us her blessing to have free will to see you even after she is done,” Solaris says.

“Really? Well then, I'm glad, and I'm sure the animals are glad to.”

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[fujobritta]

I want to hear your crazy theory for how the MQ writing got so bad after season 2

okay so i have this absolutely . Batshit Insane theory that i dont take seriously at all i just think its funny . and basically its that the reason why mq fell off is that they stopped adding as much braddavid as fanservice . because in 2021 (like right before everlight/s2) there was an incident in the mq fandom that ive dedicated myself to researching where this one braddavid fan got outed for being a weirdo and then suddenly 80% of people stopped liking braddavid . just cause of that One person . so when #yumyum came out people were like Well Fuck Man . and my theory is that for s3 there was like absolutely Zero braddavid sauce after the first couple episodes because they remembered that no one liked the ship anymore . so they changed gears to focus more on grimpop which in turn also took away from danarachel . here is my graph that i made with my girlfriend (with = she was calling me crazy the whole time) about how in order for mq to be good there needs to be an even balance between all the primary/more popular duos in the show

and for s4 because they knew it couldve been the last season they did their best to braddavidbait again because it had a sort of half-revival in late 2023/early 2024 but it was too late . and my theory for why mqs4 got so mid in the second half is that because rob was so uninvolved in s4 (doesnt have a main writing credit at all and doesnt direct a single ep + allowed them to write a grimpop kiss despite being actively against it) the writers decided that they would pivot to appeal to grimpoppers (despite it failing miserably in s3) and so davids storyline was actually meant to have some sense of continuity it just never happened because they replaced the braddavid scenes with grimpop . so theres actually some missing braddavid scenes that either got filmed and then cut or just got scrapped later into the writers room .

anyways i call that The BradDavid Conspiracy

[varian-and-the-crystal-empire]

I'm going to say my piece now, and really it's going to be my pieces but in two parts.

No, it's not because of misogyny that Varian appears to have more fans then any female characters and why people don't like Cass and sometimes Rapunzel. I've seen these things crop up more (Again, for what I know is the second time at least I haven't been THIS active in this fandom in ever but I was a lurker)

Firstly because, I'm gonna be honest, I'm sure if we made a pie chart of the demographic of most people active in any fandom space here, it would usually skew female. Not that men don't interact in fandom, but that they tend to do it differently. My dad spoke elvish and had big fancy maps of middle earth but you would not find that man on a03.

Secondly, if we are meant to be assuming internalized misogyny, because that would skew us against Rapunzel not Cass, because Rapunzel is a more traditionally feminine character.

Varian is wildly popular for a variety of reason, his steampunk clothing design and his voice actor being a popular Broadway actor being surface layer reasons. He's goofy and kind, and had a pretty reasonable crash out that lead to understandable actions.

And realistically, the fact that certain writers and producers hated him and really put him through scenarios we'd usually see in hurt/no comfort or hurt and comfort tags on A03 definitely had something to do with it.

I remember how absolutely astonished I was that Varian was being put through the ringer like he was, and when I found out why I was annoyed because that's a stupid reason for a character people liked to only appear in a short amounts of the show. And to be rude to fans who mention him during questionnaires.

Fans picked up on the fact he was put into the same cell as a full grown man and were rightfully horrified. Intentionally or not, they implied that kid was groomed by that man to join his terrorist organization.

And really, Varian is more relatable to more people. He is outcasted for being different, has a rocky relationship with his father, has signs of being LGBTQ+ before we even take any Vat7k into account. I relate to a lot of those, and add that to the kid being curb stomped when he was down, well it makes him popular.

Now I won't disagree that any random person you meet who saw TTS and hated Cass could be a misogynist, but I will say, as a woman, I disliked her for a long time. She reads as a 'strong woman' written by a man who thinks being mean is being strong to me a lot in s1 especially.

She wasn't properly introduced to the audience, ESPECIALLY those like me who missed Before Ever After and were dropped into What The Hair until catching Before Ever After later. That's also a pretty big deal in a show with characters already introduced in a movie.

I mostly grew to like her during s2 because I too, was frustrated by some of Rapunzel's shenanigans by that point. And that let me go back and see some more of what I think they wanted me to see. There were bones of a good character there, heck in my own writing Cass plays a pivotal role because I do like the idea of her character, but because of the same annoying writers and producers she didn't reach her full potential.

Using 'its misogyny' as a shield when fans disproportionally like a male character is also just kind of sad. Using a buzzword like that to make people reconsider if they're wrong for liking a character. Sometimes it really just is a perfect storm to make a character The Fan Favorite

(and complaining that there's more fan content for Vat7k then the also never existent Cass spin off is wild, go be the change you want to see in the world! Put that girl on a road trip! Don't stop to whine people are putting Varian on a road trip )

[vellichorom]

can you put that out on me

[sabrondabrainrot]

I'm not caught up on laes (WHY AM I SO BEHIND)

but I looked at the thumbnail out of curiosity

This is the thumbnail and idk about anyone else but it's absolutely an angry or embarrassed blush. I think the thumbnail artist totally killed it with the vibes and it's really disappointing people would ever attack an artist for trying cool moody effects. President Earth looks smug and cold at the same time while Lunar looks embarrassed over some insult. He literally looks like a Chihuahua ready to fight to the death.

The thumbnail is just really cool. They even added their own unique details and everything.

Absolutely nailed it in execution.

With that said I have to wonder how an angry blush can spiral into discussion about incest shipping...???

To the point someone feels the need to comb through the live streams to time stamp the exact moments when the VAs said they don't like the ship?

I'm putting a spoiler bar because this is just a generalized ramble on ships and opinions and I don't want to overshadowe the og topic lol

Like first of all, everyone who writes for these shows haven't ever done an incest ship. Won't ever write an incest ship. And actively avoid the topic unless it's brought up by a fan. Why do people suddenly think that sort of content will magically start appearing in laes or the other shows?

Second of all, the current Lunar of laes IS NOT related to president Earth. They're from different dimensions? Lunar in this dimension isn't related to the Earth of the same dimension. President Earth is also not related to her own Lunar either. When you really start to split hairs it's like... They're about as related as adopted siblings are. Also... Everyone is a robot? They're all fictional characters?

With this aside... The topic of incest ships will inevitably move to the Astrotool ship (I think that's the Solar Nexus ship name) and I'm just-

So what if people ship it? It's literally two fictional characters in a made up world. People can ship their weird little ships and not be hated on. I still find it insane people were sending gore anonymously to shippers???? On behalf of the VAs

Who cares if the VAs say they don't like the ship? Even if they did like the ship it won't affect Canon at all. Just because the VAs said they don't like something or something is bad does that automatically mean someone has to personally stop everyone else from doing that thing?

Like if the VAs told the fans to walk off a cliff, would they???

Their word is not law. They can't just completely shut down an entire part of their community just because they don't like something.

Let people have their ships it literally hurts no one. You don't know why someone might like a ship and just because the dynamic to you might be family or sibling coded doesn't mean it is to the shipper.

However, in defense of the VAs if they say they don't like a ship, a ship makes them uncomfortable, that goes without saying just don't send it to them?

Respect someone's boundaries. It's that easy.

I really see both sides of the problem.

Shippers sometimes are far too pushy with their otps to the point when they keep pushing and annoying ppl with the ship it comes to the point where you just dislike everyone who likes that pairing.

Or you say you like a ship and get dog piled because what you like is problematic and suddenly this means you must support xyz and you're disgusting and evil for liking this!

At the end of the day we're all people who think and feel different so why not respect those differences and not try to make everyone conform to the exact same standard?

I've been in fandoms since the early days

What people like in the Tsams community is so tame compared to the big boy fandoms. You guys would absolutely lose your minds if you get into supernatural.

This reminds me of the Twitter community for Lout of the Count's Family saying shippers for Alver and Cale are incest shippers. For context the two jokingly call each other brothers.... And swore a pact to support each other...

love that people who didn't watch the episode (yesterday's) about pres earth and lunar are instantly jumping 2 the worst possible conclusion

the blush was likely not meant in That Context!!!! pres earth has established that she viewed her lunar as a sibling + pres earth is in a relationship with monty none of that shit is happening (to the dismay of the fandom, no, they arent doing ur gross ass incest slop! davis and reed have also openly hated on those kinds of ships, prime example being solarnexus on a stream where they explicitly say that kinda stuff is Gross because of the prior familial relationship the two had)

i wasnt gonna jump in on this given i could usually care less about people having bad takes on the internet but ooh it is so annoying to see people just not watch the episode and later complain about it as if that is Factually What Happened without looking into it to see what the actual intention was. this was also cleared up in the tsbs discord (the thumbnail artist clarified that it was meant to be comedic rather than attraction)

image for proof aswell below, taken from the official TSBS discord in one quick search.

[asingerofdreams]

modern dracula adaptation where instead of letters and diary entries its tumblr posts... because jonathan will blorbo characters no matter what era he's in