#feel free to correct this or ask questions!

[asterafroditis]

Hi, could I request Silver with a platonic know-it-all reader? Like they're blunt and always getting on everybody's nerves by flexing their knowledge on others and nobody really knows why Silver puts up with them, but he's always like "wow, that was really informative :)" whenever they talk and they genuinely enjoy his company. Sorry if this is an odd request!

𐔌 . ⋮ quiet understanding .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Platonic Silver x yapper gn! reader

𓏵 910 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, they/them pronouns used, fluff

teehee, I definitely had fun writing this, hope it caters to your request! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

If there was one thing people knew about you, it was that you knew things. A lot of things. About history, science, magic theory, ancient spell formations—sometimes even completely random trivia that had no relevance to anyone's life. And you made sure people knew that you knew.

"Actually, that's incorrect," you’d interject, arms crossed as you interrupted yet another conversation in the Diasomnia common room. "The proper incantation for that spell dates back to the late Sorcerer's Era, not the early one. If you used that variation, you'd end up setting your own robes on fire."

Sebek groaned loudly, turning on his heel with a scowl. "No one asked for your input!"

"Yeah, but you'd have burned your eyebrows off. You're welcome."

Lilia only chuckled, amused as always, but the rest of the students? Not so much. You had a habit of inserting your knowledge into every discussion, and it wasn’t exactly winning you many friends. Some people saw you as insufferable, others as a walking encyclopedia that never knew when to shut up.

But if there was one person who never seemed annoyed by you, it was Silver.

"That was really informative," he said as he blinked at you, entirely sincere. "I didn’t know that spell variation had such a history."

You smirked, satisfied. "Of course. Most people just assume the modern version is correct, but they don’t consider how—"

"Are you seriously encouraging them, Silver?!" Sebek cut in, looking completely exasperated. "They never stop talking as it is!"

Silver only tilted his head, clearly not understanding why that was an issue. "I think it's nice. They know a lot of useful things."

"Exactly," you agreed smugly, nudging Silver's arm. "At least someone appreciates my genius."

Sebek let out a long-suffering groan and stomped away while you turned back to Silver, pleased as ever.

And that was how it always went. While most people avoided you when you got too deep into an explanation, Silver never brushed you off. He never mocked you, never got irritated—he just listened, nodding along even when your tangents stretched far longer than necessary. He even asked follow-up questions sometimes, which was practically an invitation for you to keep going.

You liked that about him.

One day, as you sat under a tree with Silver during a break, you glanced at him curiously. "You never get tired of me talking your ear off, do you?"

Silver looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head. "No. You always have something interesting to say. And I like learning new things."

You blinked. "...Huh."

That was… unexpected. But nice.

A breeze rustled through the trees, and you hesitated before adding, "Most people think I’m just annoying."

Silver closed his eyes, considering your words. Then, with the same calm sincerity he always carried, he said, "They're missing out, then."

You scoffed lightly, rolling your eyes. "Well, obviously." You leaned back against the tree, folding your arms. "I mean, I know things no one else does. If people don’t want to listen, that's their loss."

Silver hummed in agreement, then after a pause, added, "Still, I think it's nice to have someone who enjoys talking. I spend a lot of time in silence."

You thought about that for a moment. Most people probably assumed he was just a quiet guy, but considering how often he drifted off to sleep, maybe he was just too tired to talk much. If that was the case… maybe he liked having someone around who could carry the conversation.

A moment of silence passed between you before Silver spoke again. "You mentioned something about knight traditions earlier," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Can you tell me more about that?"

Your eyes lit up. "Oh, absolutely! Did you know that in ancient knightly orders, squires would have to recite the entire code of chivalry before they could even touch a sword? It wasn’t just about combat—they had to memorize historical texts, strategy guides, even poetry."

Silver’s lips quirked upward slightly. "I see. I think my father would have liked that tradition."

You paused, momentarily caught off guard. "Huh. Yeah, I guess he would’ve. You probably would’ve excelled at it, too."

Silver blinked at you, mildly surprised. "You think so?"

"Of course," you scoffed. "You're basically already a knight. Just missing the fancy title and dramatic cape."

He chuckled softly. "That’s… nice to hear."

You huffed, nudging his shoulder. "Well, don’t get too cocky about it. I still know more history than you."

Silver smiled faintly. "I don’t mind. That just means I can learn more from you."

For once, you found yourself at a loss for words.

It was easy to brush off other people’s irritation toward you, easy to act like you didn’t care whether they appreciated your knowledge or not. But Silver—he listened. He valued what you had to say. And in a world where people were constantly rolling their eyes or sighing in exasperation at you, that meant more than you wanted to admit.

So, with a quiet hum, you settled in beside him, watching the leaves rustle overhead.

"Alright," you said eventually, voice softer than usual. "I’ll tell you about the old knight tournaments next. You’ll like this one."

Silver nodded, his expression relaxed and content. "I’m listening."

And for once, you felt like someone truly was.

[waylamia]

Little Crawling Things (and Equally Fragile Feelings)

recommended listening: With You by Priscilla Ahn

Caleb is looking for beetles. You are being very brave about it.

reader experience notes: reader is MC but is not addressed by name in this fic, reader is not physically described, reader is 10 and Caleb is 12

content warnings: bugs <3 (barely researched beetles), a very minor injury (cut on hand)

approx. 1.6k words

The summer breeze sways the leaves of the maple you are under, you focus your attention on the little roving spots of light the movement creates. It's a better thing to watch for than-well, the alternative...

Stood up straight but not too straight, your posture intentionally, deliberately relaxed. Teeth biting into your tongue, the inside of your cheek, just enough to calm your nerves. Not enough to be noticed or to really hurt. You have put on a very good show, keeping your composure as you have, against what you are up against. You don't know what it is about little crawling things that makes you so jumpy.

"It'll be hard to see any emerald ash borers with the leaves as vibrant as they are. But that's not gonna stop us from trying!"

Caleb is looking for beetles. You are being very brave about it.

You stand a fair distance from the tree's trunk, where Caleb hunches, closely inspecting the bark for signs of damage. You take to inspecting him for any signs of fear, of hesitation. You find none. And if Caleb isn't afraid of all the bugs and their buzzy wings and their wiggly legs than you need to stop being a baby and be 'not scared' too. That's just how things are with you two. It only took a few short months of safe and calm and together and home for you to fall into this pattern. You are always looking at him. Looking to him. For the right thing to do, the right way to behave, the answers to the questions you haven't asked yet. If you were to look away from him and down at your feet, now, in the dirt before that swaying tree, you would see them stood in his barely bigger footprints. You watch his face and think about what you will say when he asks what you're looking at, he always asks.

The wind picks up and takes his hair with it, he huffs as a hand reaches up to press it flat against his forehead, you fail to suppress a giggle at the scene. His eyes snap to you, warm, like this morning, before the sun got too high. He smiles when he sees you, quick and soft like the breeze. You smile back like a stirred leaf. "Got something on my face?" You shake your head, huffing out a little laugh at your correct prediction. You open your mouth to answer before closing it again. You have yet to come up with an excuse.

"Just... looking." You kick at a pebble at your feet, careful not to disturb yours and Caleb's shared tracks. He chuckles, grin taking on a playful edge.

"You know, you're gonna have a hard time seeing anything from aaall the way back there..." His eyes squint-in a way you will soon come to recognize as knowing- his smile widening as yours drops. He pats the dirt at his side, like you often do for the particularly skittish street cats. "Come on, come here." You are a tree yourself, rooted in place.

'You're not a baby. You're NOT a baby.' You repeat to yourself, willing the breeze to stir up some courage, but the voice in your head is drowned out by the hum and chirp of the cicadas. "Hey." You jolt out of your thoughts, surprised by his proximity. He dusts his hands off on his cargo shorts before reaching out to take one of your own. You squeeze, he squeezes back. "It's okay." Your eyes dart to his. Soothing circles are rubbed into the back of your hand. "It's okay. I'll show you." He tugs gently at you and your roots come up easily. A few short months and you know you trust him, intrinsically.

The sticky air has glued your palms together. That's what you think when you reach the base of the tree and he doesn't let go. His free hand points to a recess in the bark just above your head. "Look." His fingers trace something that you cannot see, you stretch up on the tips of your toes. You release your hand from his to lean into the tree for support, little hops to see inside the little cave. Caleb laughs, and you feel yourself floating, the sensation so familiar you don't even pause for it. The recess reveals the tree's exposed insides, lots of swirly lines in newly exposed bark. His finger traces the path of it. "That's an emerald ash borer. The moms lay the eggs, then the eggs burrow into the tree. That's what those marks are." You ooh and aah, following his tracing finger with your own as you process the information. Your brow creases.

"Does it hurt the tree?" You look down at him, then at the earth, and gently kick your feet. Caleb thinks, hand on his chin as he lets you down.

"It... does." He watches your shoulders fall. "But it's a part of the ecosystem here. In other places, they can be a problem-an invasive species-but here they have predators that-" He pauses. Looking past you and not at you. You turn to see what he sees, which is more maple trees. "Look." When you turn back his eyes are skyward, face dotted with light spots, like freckles. you follow his gaze, squinting at the leaves. "This tree is super healthy and strong, a couple of little bugs aren't going to slow it down." Gran and Caleb have both told you bedtime stories. You've noticed that when Caleb tells one, the ending is always happier. You don't know why you're remembering that now. You frown as you rest a hand on the tree, patting softly.

"You're way way bigger than some little beetles. You'll be okay." you hum to no one in particular, to the tree maybe. "You're okay." Soothing circles rubbed into the bark. You feel Caleb's eyes on you, but you're used to that. What you are not used to, is the tickle-y feeling on your arm. Your entire body goes stock-still. Eyes widening and heart pounding as you move your gaze down... down...

You jerk away from the tree with a shriek, a sudden pain in your opposite hand only increasing your panic. As you back away, flailing aimlessly, a piece of root catches your heel and sends you crashing to the ground. In all your distraction with swirly shapes and floating and Caleb you had forgotten that you were out here to find bugs. "Get it off get it off get it OFF." You continue to thrash, unaware that the equally startled thing has already taken leave from its uneager perch. Unaware too, of Caleb watching it go, catching it in his hands. He cups the creature in his palms, careful not to give it a wide enough opening to take off once more. He tilts his head, first at it, then at you.

Frightened tears have welled up in your eyes, and embarrassment threatens to send them streaming out. You pull your knees close, head tucked in and body made small. You think that maybe you are a baby after all.

"Hey." Caleb crouches behind you, hand patting your shoulder, before moving to sit at your back. Long legs bracket yours, like he's using his body to build a house around you. Safe and calm and together. his hand takes yours, the one that hurts, and he turns it over carefully. Ah, you cut yourself on tree bark when you got scared. "You're way bigger than a beetle." His head rests on your shoulder, you sniffle. His other arm, with the hand closed in a fist, scoops yours up to rest, lengthened, at the height of your shoulder. "Palm up." You trust him intrinsically. You open your hand. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out slow, you copy him without really thinking.

His hand is held out just beside yours, facing up, fist closed. He opens it and you gasp, pushing yourself back into his chest as your extended hand shoots defensively back into your own. The beetle sits docilely in his palm. He hums softly, opposite hand rubbing soothingly at your idle arm. "You don't have to be afraid of anything." He squeezes. Nudges your cheek with his own. You take a deep breath and let it out slow. You trust him. You extend your arm once more, palm up. Three short squeezes on your arm.

"I'll tell you what's safe..." He brings his opened hand close to yours, so the sweat sticky sides of them touch, and nudges the shiny green, crawly thing into your open hand. You tense, closing an eye to get some illusion of distance and pushing back against the boy behind you. Whether in an effort to get away or simply to ground yourself, you haven't the capacity to be sure. Caleb shushes you, arm dropping to his side to balance you both, the other still tracing winding shapes into you. You start to settle, even as the little thing walks across your palm, even as you shake for fear of it.

"...and I'll protect you from what isn't." Your heart picks up another beat, one you won't have a name for for a long time. All you know, for now, as the bug gets bored of you and flies away, is that when Caleb is around, you are safe.

And you are home.

author note: first calebmc fic yippeeeeee. I heart tenderness and protectiveness and having someone to trust…. I have a very specific vision for a calebmc series and cannot WAIT to get into it. Caleb nation please accept me into your loving arms I NEED people to be obsessed about him with. ok I have to go to work now love you bye. <3 (i pinky swear I will proofread this later lmao)

[lulu2992]

Speaking of BioShock Infinite, have I ever told you about that time I made a timeline of the BioShock series?

Tumblr made the image smaller so I’ve uploaded the original here :)

It’s far from being exhaustive because the reason I drew this in the first place was to make sure I really understood Infinite (the ending, especially) and Burial at Sea, so only the most significant and/or pivotal events are featured here. I later added some stuff from the other two games and the Minerva’s Den DLC after playing them. However, the novel BioShock: Rapture isn’t included because I haven’t read it (and it seems it’s generally not considered canon anyway).

I made this 8 years ago (with Paint, haha) but very recently translated it and made some adjustments so I could post it! I didn’t check everything I wrote because it’s been a while since I’ve really thought about the lore of BioShock, so I decided to trust my 2015 self and assume she knew what she was doing :’)

[ladybugkisses]

I absolutely love your Lackadaisy self-insert OC. I was just wondering; would you ever picture a musical dream/fantasy sequence with her and Rocky?

aww thank you, i'm glad you like her! 💕🌹💕

i have several songs in my Roari playlist i'd love to turn into animatics, yeah gdskgds one day maybe... ..

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

well I just finished Queen Unseen (I recommend) and am under the impression that the crew got into more wild stuff than the band did 💀

A somewhat nice story though was Ratty describing how in Japan sometimes they’d put live baby eels in the drinks (?????) and the bodyguards would bite the heads off the eels before eating them (?!?!?!????!!?!) and Brian was so horrified by that, that he would free his eels into the ornamental fountains and rivers and stuff 😭

[shkika]

hey, just wondering how did W1 come to be did V1 take mercy on V2, and scrapped their body into their own?

was it because V1 wanted to get more armored plating or find out how to make the cool robotics V2 does

the process seems to be gradual, so.... it was not a split second decision.

i'm excited to learn more about W1!

I am currently quite confident in HOW they came to be, but not how to share that information.

BUT BUT!! sneak peek!

W1's merge happens before in-game canon events!

It was not V1 that took V2 apart here. Quite the opposite.

I don't think V1 would care to take mercy on V2 in canon. But I do think V2 has the capability of doing someone wrong and feeling guilt. It's just a combination of how I view her personality + how she is more socialized due to being intended as a guard. So I am taking that concept and running with it.

V2 does something she regrets doing. And ends up trying to make up for it.

In whatever means she can manage.

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

Im running into the stage banging the floor demanding to know about the band au as you speak /hj

reveal yourself band au anon, I wish to know who you are cause you’ve allowed me to ramble

I haven’t figure it all out so this is kinda just spitballing ideas lol

Warning long ass post holy moly

So the band au is kinda written like Clone high, I treat it like one of those really serious romance dramas, except the band au is more just relationship focused instead of strictly romance, also there’s a lot of drama

I’ve come up with four main bands at the moment :3

The Grim Reapers - an underground goth band with Coffin as the bassist and Tissue box as the (main) vocalist, they’re most well known for their songs being about pretty grim subject matter, though they’re probably the least popular out the four main bands

Electric Current - A pop-punk family band with Electracey on the electric guitar, Elevator Speaker on the Bass guitar, Laptop on Drums, and Colin on vocals, they have a very futuristic theme and are by far the most popular band out of the four

Malcolm’s Angels - a band started by Shrignold the head of a love “organization” to help spread the gospel of Malcolm, their music is mostly folk type music, with Unicorn on the harp, Frog boy on the flute, Rabbit boy on the mandolin, and Shrignold on guitar and vocals, the other members of the “organization” are also there, to they just aren’t part of the band, but some of them are on the marketing team

Fly To The Stars - i also refer to them as “the rejects”, an obviously space themed rock band, with Gilbert on guitar, Solar system on the keyboard, Magnet on bass guitar, and Lamp as the lead guitarist

there’s also other characters that aren’t in bands but are still pretty important to the main story like

sketchbook - A young college student, currently studying art, she’s a big fan of Electric Current with her favorite member being Electracey, she’s also roomies with Tony

Tony “Anthony” Clock - An older college student studying history, roomies with Sketch and also a small solo music artist in his spare time (hehe)

saxophone - A music artists who’s songs are usually canoe related, has gained a small cult following due to this

Warren W. Eagle - Local homeless person, usually spotted around dumpsters, can play a pretty mean keyboard solo though

there’s more important characters but I these are the ones I’ve currently planned out (Saxophone isn’t really important though, I just found the concept I had for him funny)

and finally, some miscellaneous facts that I can’t fit anywhere else in this incoherent ramble

The two main locations are Clayhill and Mullhoven, though Mullhoven in this au has become a bigger city, well Clayhill has kept its gated community status

The main three do have a minor role in this au, with them being know as the “weird” residents in town, some situation always seems to be happening to them wether that be their house burning down or finding their pillowcases full of ham

Electracey and Sketchbook are both college age with them both being 17

Laptop on the other hand is a highschooler, being 15 years old

All the characters are humanoids, they basically have human proportion’s but still have some of their weird puppet feaures

Lesley is Electric Current’s manager, though it’s not her only job according to her, she won’t tell much about herself, she likes the game of mystery

Electracey’s name in this au is just Tracey, Laptop’s is Lapis, and Elevator Speakers is Alexa

Colin, Laptop, and Electracey are all siblings, Colin being oldest, Tracey being middle, and Laptop being youngest, well Elevator Speaker is their cousin

Tissue box is fine with her and Coffins band being pretty unknown, but Coffin wish’s they could be as popular as some of the others, and he will do anything to make that happen

Laptop is a big fan of Hatsune Miku and and makes references to her in some of Electric Currents songs when it’s her turn to write one

uh that’s it for now :3 *disappears in a cloud of misty smoke*

[mordredsheart]

"somebody who uses the term “walt’s princesses”" spill the tea, the one person who I've seen use this term also tried to argue that the newer princess movies are pro-patriarchy because the princesses are more masculine lol. Tradwifery at its finest tbh

STOP i am 98% percent sure i know who you’re referring to and it truly, truly is. there are so many ways one can express their love and their preference for the golden age gals versus the renaissance or contemporary ones without getting weird and misogynistic and regressive about it! many people manage to do so! but the loudest ones are always the worst.

it also kills me because, like, are these “masculine” disney princesses in the room with us right now??? you cannot even half-jokingly call mulan a nonbinary icon without these people falling over themselves to remind you that, um, she *liked* getting dressed up for the matchmaker and she poured her family’s tea so she’s ackshually super feminine and that’s SO IMPORTANT. if disney gave us a genuinely butch/masc/GNC-descriptor-of-your-choice princess, they would lose their minds.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

work pet retail they said

it'll be fun they said

well i did and now i'm incapable of seeing animals online without immediately foaming at the mouth about improper animal care so.

[most-powerful-kotlc-character]

stats under the cut (idk how to do stats 😭)

Trix

Ability: Guster

Elvin Skills: Presumably Proficient

Physical Strength: Unknown

Brant [REDACTED]

Ability: Pyrokinetic

Elvin Skills: Presumably Proficient

Physical Strength: Average

POWER SCALE

unknown

weak

average

proficient

talented

extremely talented

mastery

[druidx]

The Church of Galana and Grounds

Prior to the Hellmouth, the church of Galana in Toreguard was a small chapel with grounds so modest, as to be nearly non-existent.

After the rebuilding, it was allocated far larger grounds, in part due to the actions of the resident Abuna, Egrim Shiverstaff, who argued that anyone would be allowed access to the grounds on the NE corner. Today, the gardens cover an area of around 340 acres and are kept by a small team of gnomes and woodlings, lead jointly by Turnips and Oakrose O'Toreguarde.

The main church and associated buildings are most unusual in that they are majoritively grown from wisteria and yew by Abuna Shiverstaff with assistance from Ms O'Toreguarde (senior). There are few stone parts, notably the kitchens, however these are merely an extra precaution as the church is said to be protected from fire and blight by the Green Goddess Herself.

While congregational services are held in the main body of the church, adherents of Galana are encouraged to make use of the grounds for personal worship, particularly the contemplation pools. Each contemplation pool is screened by box hedge and offers a chance for the faithful to commune directly with their Goddess - if She so chooses.

In the spring and autumn, the lawn comes alive with merriment as the church holds feasts for Galana's Holy Day and the Harvest. These are often multi-faith affairs, with adherents of Iatro, Argowen, Aegraven, Istarel, Varantar and Ploughman joining the celebrations.

[majorbaby]

I don’t actually know if this is an “unpopular” opinion tbh but. I’ve seen several posts over my time in mash fandom about teaching Jamie Farr about Klinger’s gender identity/trans and nonbinary identity in general and they always rub me the wrong way.

It’s possible I’m mistaken (I’ve heard it said that Jamie Farr was the one that asked for Klinger to stop cross-dressing, but I’ve not found a source for this, and he’s not ever mentioned it in the multiple interviews he’s given since mash ended, at least to my knowledge).

But yeah basically none of the mash cast members are Unproblematic (they’re!! people!!) and I think Farr has a reputation as like, homophobic or transphobic or something when I think that’s really undeserved.

lol, i agree, that's kind of corny. i'm sure i've rb'd posts like that because i think they're silly and fun and i would never seriously consider explaining to an actor what they 'didn't get' about a character they played unless i was being paid to direct them.

i tend not to seek out the political views of creators unless i feel it could help me understand their work a bit more, and even then it's not something i rely on heavily. if you're saying that his asking to not wear dresses anymore is what people are going on when they say he's transphobic like, that's a huge leap imo.

my discomfort comes more from the idea that we're giving credit where it isn't due by claiming farr 'doesn't get' that klinger is a canonically trans icon (which i don't think i've seen anyone claim but tbh, and i've complained about this a lot recently, i have no fucking clue when people are talking about their headcanons and when they're talking about a narrative read).

the unspoken part of my 'klinger is canonically a rebel' post was that i wanted to point out that that's a real thing, and sometimes i think we're looking very hard for things to project onto our favourite characters that actually already exist, but in a different or less specific way. other times you're simply patting someone on the back who didn't ask for it, and doesn't deserve to be congratulated for whatever is being claimed they've done. i got no problem with gender and sexuality headcanons, but that's just one way to engage with a text, i'm providing alternatives that give me what i want in the realm of canon, which is less work than making up my own stuff and also acknowledges the efforts of the creators :)

i've also read he asked to stop wearing dresses because he didn't want his kids being made fun of - and that's fair. that might even be a legitimate concern for an actor to have today. it's important we still acknowledge that he was the 'man in a dress' - they knew that would get laughs they played into that, even if part of it was about his rebellion against the army. being willing to 'act crazy' by wearing a dress was a bankable character beat, few people were likely saying to themselves at the time 'hey, why is it crazy for a man to wear skirts?' - there's intent, and then there's impact. nowadays here on the insular tumblr dot com, people are calling klinger beautiful and attractive and inspiring because of his dresses, and i'm sure some people did back then too, but that's not what the creators were counting on happening.

[totentnz]

every day i sit in my room and wonder why tf samurai is called samurai, i think its a weird choice for a band name considering what they stood for

[alexa-barajas]

Why didn't Louis just cancel the concert even a few hours before same as many others did? Now Louis is 100% liable in lawsuits and a very wealthy target for all ambulance chasers. 

hi anon. so, i’m not the best person to ask this because i don’t know much about how this works, but i asked people who work in the industry about how these things work.

according to reports from fans who were there, the weather was forecasted for some rain and possibly hail, however not to the extent of how it ended up being. at 9:02pm, the weather forecast sent out an alert for the hail storm. the venue then proceeded to announce that the concert was delayed and for people to take cover in their cars. however, it was the same wording they had given previously when the first delay happened, they said nothing about hail, so fans decided to stay in their seats thinking it was just another delay and nothing more. 20 minutes later the venue gives the hail storm alert, which only gave fans 2-3 minutes to leave their seats, ergo not enough time, and then we know what happened.

we don’t know what louis was told during all of this. assuming he was also told the same thing fans were told, that it was just a normal weather delay and he could perform as soon as it passed, then it’s the venue and local authorities responsibility for not alerting the fans of what was coming. not to mention the fact that after it began hailing the venue workers did nothing to help fans, and instead screamed at them, closed doors on them, laughed and recorded them. if i recall correctly, while people were taking cover, someone asked one of the employees about canceling, and they said they wanted to but local authorities didn’t want to.

so in case of a lawsuit, it would potentially be against the organizers, employees and local authorities. if someone wanted to sue louis he could potentially say the organizers and local authorities gave him the all clear to perform, and the venue was responsible for giving the fans the alert.

[stopao3csam]

Isn't it possible to report these fics to relevant channels for CSEM?

I don't think so, unfortunately. I'm glad that art that's photorealistic is illegal, at least (again, in the US), but I do wish all mediums that portray an identifiable real child in a sexual way would receive the same treatment.