#dead fandoms are always fun

[kizzer55555]

Little Artist

So I saw this

and had an idea for Danny X Damian. Where Danny likes making various stories he publishes online. Everyone said he needed a hobby and he can’t be an astronount (or join a sport since it would be more suspicious if he left in the middle of a game or practice for a ghost attack) and Ghost Writer got him to try writing, saying it’s relaxing. And honestly? It was. Danny enjoyed making stories. Sometimes he would just type what crazy thing happened to him that day while tweaking names and a few details to not give away his identity. Sometimes he made fanfiction of some stories he liked. And sometimes he tested out making original stories, taking and first hand knowledge from various ghosts and cultures to make his writing more authentic. And after much encouragement from Jazz, he posted some of his work online.

Cue Damian coming across one of his brother’s laptops. He didn’t mean to look for long but he thought the file was for a case and wanted to know more about it. ….then he got invested.

There was an author on this sight who wrote amazing stories. The emotions captured were so vivid, and he even fact checked a few historical facts and languages used. Everything from the dialogue, to the accent, and culture. Each new story completely enraptured him.

It made his fingers twitch for a piece of paper. Some paint, perhaps charcoal?

Damian started putting heavy encryption on his computer and search history. And locked his art room up. Then came a story that truly resonated with him. An original work about a boy from a different place, trying to fit into his new reality and the new rules and expectations placed on him…worried if his family would accept him. It sounded so much like when Damian first came to Wayne Manor. And it sparked his inspiration. He spent days working on his newest piece. Trying different angles and lighting, mixing colors. It looked like a collage between charcoal and watercolor, showing someone leaving a world of darkness into the light, yet this new world was unstable and strange compared to the rigid structure of his old one. When it was finally done, Damian felt like he was both looking at himself and a stranger. The character from the story brought to life.

It felt both freeing and settling, like he finally had a name for what he had been feeling. AstroBoi13’s fics always had that affect on him.

And for the first time, Damian did something he thought he’d never do. He snapped a picture of his masterpiece and sent it to the author. Quickly so he didn’t lose his nerve.

It was fine. It’s just one picture. It’s not like this would be a repeat occurrence.

[anemonet]

[Outtake from iterator Prosperity of Populace final speach to her citizen before its disassembly.]

[junosmindpalace]

“Have you posted any photos of Y/N?”

Ushijima blinked as the words from his best friend processed through his head.

“Why does it matter?”

“I mean, the two of you are together! Couples are always taking photos together and showing them off on social media, y'know! It’s like a love language all on its own.” 

Suddenly, Wakatoshi is panicked. Is this something you wanted from him but never asked for the fear of sounding silly? Was he being a bad boyfriend because he hasn’t been taking to his Facebook to proclaim his love for you?

It’s an offhand comment Tendou makes to fill the silence between them. He was scrolling through his Instagram and shared a small observation. What he doesn’t expect is to gradually see his best friend grow increasingly active on his socials, uploading pictures from his travels but primarily ones with you in them. 

He isn’t the only one taken aback; you too start to grow suspicious of Wakatoshi’s sudden, newfound love of photography. 

He was hardly attached to his phone, especially when he was out in public. He did most of his work on his laptop when it was required of him and was rarely active on his social media. For the most part, he only ever remembered to check his phone for texts, emails, calendar reminders and the like before dedicating the rest of the night to winding down with you. 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had seen your boyfriend take a picture, yet suddenly he seemed to be very adamant on capturing all of your moments together. On dates, on away games you decided to come along on, even on simple walks through the park. You found it sweet that he seemed to be taking up a new hobby, and even more flattered when more often than not you were his muse. You can’t deny that his adamance on wanting “to capture your beauty” didn’t make you blush. But you could see the look of internal conflict on his face as he played around with his phone’s camera settings, his weird disappointment in himself when he deflates and tells you he missed a bunch of moments he could’ve captured. 

You always insisted that it was better for the two of you to enjoy the moment, knowing that Wakatoshi feels the same. Yet the look of frustration only dulls a slight bit, a conflicting expression on his face as he mulls over both yours and Tendou’s words in his head. 

“I don’t have much to post today.”

You blinked at his response to your voiced concern over this dejected look of his as you stood by a boardwalk with an ice cream cone in hand, looking at him as he stared distressingly at his phone. It was one of those times when Wakatoshi took you to see the sights in an area he was playing in, and the sun was starting to set under the horizon to conclude the eventful day of sightseeing. 

“To post? Are you talking about your socials?”

He nodded as he continued going through the sparse amount of photos he did remember to snag, most of them blurry from snapping them on the go. “Tendou told me it’s a thing couples do.”

“Well, you don’t need to do it. Why do you?”

“To show you off. I thought you might’ve liked that stuff.”

Wakatoshi did not have any particularly strong feelings toward his phone or social media, but in general you know that he tended to only spend the amount of time he needed to on them. At best, he had no interest, and at worst, they were a harmful distraction. 

So for your boyfriend to expand his online presence simply for your sake-- for your potential desires from him-- made your heart swell as you eyed his frown and brows creased in distress. 

You laughed as you walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist, chin digging into his chest as you tilted your head up to look at him. 

“You know that stuff doesn’t matter to me. I care more about you being in the moment with me than some silly Instagram post.”

And now that you’ve reassured him, this insistence of his to capture every moment feels a little silly. The bombardment of social media notifications from posting you hasn’t helped ease his anxiety either. He’s grateful that he doesn't need to prioritize it so heavily anymore. 

This would probably be one of the moments he should be capturing right now, but Wakatoshi can’t bring himself to care. Not when he could be holding you and admiring your beautiful smile as it gleams up at him, big and bright. A camera could never do your beauty enough justice, anyway. 

(He takes a photo a couple of minutes later as you greedily finish off the ice cream he bought you, with the chocolate staining the ring of your mouth and the sun setting into the harbor, and your bright eyes turned upward into tiny crescents as you smile in a bashful attempt to escape from Wakatoshi’s lens. He posts it. A camera could never do your beauty enough justice, but this was the closest it could get. Tendou tells him to quit his socials the next time they meet.)

[siriuslygay1981]

Favorite | @rosekillermicrofic |May 24th| Word Count: 879

Pandora shoves Regulus to the side and plops down on the seat he was just in. Regulus huffs in faux annoyance as if she didn't do this everytime she came over. She ignores him and unscrews her nail polish bottle.

Evan just grins at her and sits on the floor next to Barty. Barty rubs his hands over his knees, a small grin on his face. Evan smelt mischief immediately, he sighs and rolls his eyes before settling in completely.

There wasn't much that could stop Barty, whether he wanted to ask absurd questions, try new spells, even eating a bug at one point. So Evan didn't try to stop whatever it was that Barty decided to do today, maybe for entertainment or something else, doesn't matter. Evan let Barty get away with a lot and rarely stopped him from doing anything, he found it much more entertaining to watch things play out.

"Whose your favorite, Regulus?" Barty asks as he turns around and lays his head on Regulus' lap

He bats his eyes up at him and smirks, his fingers drumming against his own legs. Evan glances at the two, his lips twitching up. He shakes his head and opens his transfiguration homework.

"Pandora says it's her and I say it's me, settle this bet," he licks his lips and tilts his head to the side

Regulus glances down at Barty with annoyance, he lifts his leg a bit to push Barty off. Barty simply throws himself back and lays down, his feet on Evans lap. Evan sighs and moves his work over, his arms resting on Barty's legs.

"You annoy me and she terrorizes me...why, pray tell, would I ever choose either of you?" Regulus asks exasperated

He tries to go back to reading but Pandora gasps and acts betrayed for a total of three seconds before grabbing his book and throwing it. She sticks her tongue out and goes back to ignoring everybody again. She balances a bottle of nail polish on her knee as she paints the rest of her nails slowly, not caring that Regulus is glaring at her.

"oh no...I'm not the emo's favorite...how will I ever survive.." she murmurs

Regulus scowls and shoves her thigh with his socked foot, Barty cackles and sits up on his elbows

"So Rosie is your favorite then?" Barty asks

Evan grins and pats Barty's leg comfortingly

"Awe don't worry b, I was always the first option-"

Regulus simply rolls his eyes and gets up to grab the book that's across the room

"You're my favorite too.." Barty says suddenly

Evans hand twitches where he holds Barty's ankle, his face warms up from the comment. Gulping Evan shakes his head and looks over at Barty nervously, he isn't sure why he's nervous. He likes to lie to himself.

"Yea?..." He murmurs unsure

Barty bites his lips, his cheeks are pink and he avoids eye contact. Evan searches his face for a moment, he glances at Pandora who is too focused on her nails to listen in.

"Yeah..." He lets out breathless, he swallows harshly and pulls himself up completely so they're face to face

"Well....you're ok sometimes.." Evan whispers into the small space between the two

Barty who is bewildered, shoves Evan, Evan laughs, head thrown back and eyes shut.

He can feel his body shake as he cracks up, he leans back against his sister's legs and kicks Barty softly. Barty watches him in awe, his eyes trying to memorize the bright smile on Evans face. It's funny how neither realizes the others feelings.

Regulus plops back into his seat and looks at them fondly, you wouldn't be able to tell with his frown but they know.

"What's with the idiots on the floor?" He asks Pandora

She glances up and hums

"I think they were flirting-"

Evan laughs harder as he watches Barty start to pillow fight Pandora. Pandora rolls her sleeves up and stands. Regulus and Evan scramble up and quickly stand to the side, they watch Barty get obliterated with a pillow.

By the time they're done everyone is tired, Regulus offers to walk Pandora to her common room while Evan and Barty clean up. They don't talk as they clean, only yawning and complaining here and there.

It's when they're getting into bed that Evan says something. He makes sure Regulus has his curtains closed before he turns towards Barty. He wrings his hands together for a moment before clearing his throat, Barty glances over as he shoves books off his bed.

"You're my favorite ...if you- in case you were wondering.." he whispers, he throws a quick glance at Barty to make sure he heard before sending him a small nervous smile.

Evan quickly climbs into bed and shuts his curtains his heart hammering rapidly in his chest. He doesn't hear a single sound from where Barty is, but right before he got in he caught a glimpse of Barty's face. Red , his cheeks and his ears were painted red. His eyes were wide and his lips parted in surprise.

Evan turns over to his side and groans in embarrassment

"iN cAsE yOu WeRe WoNdErIng- you're so stupid Evan..." He whispers to himself harshly, flicking himself on the forehead.

[yanderespamton78]

i made a thing

my friend told me to draw them iceskating so here we are

i couldnt be arsed to do a background raugh. also the dress blue is wearing is was inspired by the dress pink addison was wearing in that cool aurora borealis snowgrave MAP here (GO WATCH IT ITS SO COOL AND AURORA BOREALIS IS A BANGER). idk not my best work i feel like the anatomy looks a bit stiff but i might as well post it bc tumblr nice and wont bully me. im happy with the colour choices tho (i actually swatched the colours to see how they would look next to eachother instead of winging it for once wow). also i spend like all yesterday afternoon working on this and when i was finished i left the file open in case i wanted to do a bg and then MY WHOLE ASS COMPUTER RESET IT HAS NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE WTF. thank fuck krita has an autosave feature but if it didnt i would jump into oncoming traffic.

sketch below the cut bc why not i already have it

i made addispams coat longer cus it was bugging me

[furbovision]

a selection of banners from adoptafurby.com

[ribbononline]

New fic by @silverjirachi out wahoo wahoo! Go support it!!

[todayisafridaynight]

Dunno why the rgg fandom has been so dead lately hoping that the announcement brings people back cause it really doesn’t feel like how it did before ☹️

it hasnt even been two weeks since i got an ask like this i need yall to wait a minute

[bradleysbradshaws]

I think I had always wanted to write/draw a sexy hooker!Rooster AU. There have been sad hooker!Rooster stories, and I have enjoyed some of them (and I am happy for everyone who enjoys what they enjoy) - but have we considered that Rooster is Sexy, and I (Maverick) would pay money to fuck him? Like a sexy, fun fuck involving a penthouse and lingerie?

And Rooster in sexy lingerie? That I never got to draw it makes me very sad...I was imagining the vibes of something like this Michael Bay Victoria's Secret commercial (it's the legs...it's always the legs).

Like, Rooster is HOT. I have functioned for a long time solely on this fact and feeling.

[superlc529]

"10 people I'd like to know better"

Thank you to the sweet @duttisart for tagging me ❤️

Last Song: "Brother" but sung by Jensen Ackles

Last Book: Honestly, I haven't really read books lately. Just fanfics. If we're gonna go with books, I think the last one I read actively might've been "Night" by Elie Wiesel.

Last Movie: If we're talking in the theater, it'd be "Wicked."

Last TV show: Honestly, it's just Supernatural, Lucifer, and Dead Boy Detectives on a loop, but for TV Shows on the air that I watch, it was the latest episode of Fire Country.

Last Thing I Googled: I Google so many things to get to certain websites, but probably an IMDb for a show or movie.

Favorite Color: Blue.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Sweet for sure. Savory's okay and I can't do spicy (unless it's reading it in fanfiction - 😏).

Relationship Status: Perpetually Single.

Looking forward to: My first Supernatural Creation con in July (we're 159 days away now)

Current Obsession: My usual... Supernatural, Lucifer, and Dead Boy Detectives... I only add obsessions/fandoms. I'm a collector. LOL.

No pressure tags: Anybody who would like to do this.

[glitteredbubbles]

The true backbone of ao3 is the people who read and comment on WIPs!! I know what it’s like as a reader to be wary of starting an incomplete fic since I’ve gotten invested in so many just for them to be abandoned, but nothing motivates me more as a writer than the readers who comment and keep up with my in-progress fics for every update. Like I am eternally grateful to anyone who has ever commented on my fics because it’s one of the best parts of writing :)

[zouisexo]

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[hershelchocolateart]

Something I forgot about the difference between Tumblr and Instagram (or at least the one I'm thinking about right now) is that I'll post something on Instagram, get the handful of likes from the regulars, and then poof. It's gone. Off to the ether with you. Guess I'll have to post something new

Meanwhile on Tumblr, I am STILL regularly getting likes on the bifrost incident stained glass piece. Definitely not as many but they're still coming. USUALLY it's the few people I'm friends with sharing a thing once or twice and then that goes into the ether too, but when one of my drawings goes past the normal circle of friends I'm getting notifs on that for DAYS.

Plus, it's never fully gone! I can go reblog my older art whenever I want! Whereas on Instagram you'd just. I don't know. Post the same thing again? Which sucks. What if I just want to remind someone that something exists? What if I don't have anything new or special to say? What if I just went "Oh yeah I still really like this piece" and then I bring it back to the top so other people can see it too.

Also the you can only post squares thing. Who the HELL made a site around sharing art and images and said you can only use perfect squares. FUCK you

[glimpsesofeuterpe]

oh no i remembered about it and now i feel petty x))

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

(I would love to hear your explanations in the tags, as always, share to get a larger data pool!)

[leonardalphachurch]

i think it’s really funny that all the people in the tags of that poll saying to vote chucker are people who are still active participants in the fandom meanwhile there’s like one person saying to vote lolix who’s still active. it’s what i’ve always said felix girlies are NOT loyal you’re coming crawling back to vote on a poll well we all know where your loyalties lie.