#gonna put this in the main tags for you

[mamadarama]

i got round to drawing arashi as joan jett !!! (i need her so bad)

NOOOOOWAAAAAYYYYYYYY IIIHGGHHHHHHG THIS IS SO COOL AND GOOD AND AWESOME HSHSHSHSJDBDBHDHFBF ⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢

[anne-is-confused]

saw @teamingmate 's terror au pathologic posts and uh i may have started spiralling a bit

[svtskneecaps]

i also just want to point out the qsmp members' commitment to like never letting the inactive members die. like dantdm logged on twice and is canonically dead and everyone continues to blame mysterious happenstance on him. spreen is canonically dead and yet people are still like namedropping him even tho the house façade he built has been demolished and also probably consumed by a mountain. they meme on kameto who's barely been on except that time he was a fed spy that was iconic as hell. they just immortalize their members and they're always so happy to see old faces come back and it lowkey makes me emotional lmfaoo like missa barely logged on for a while but goddamn nobody forgot his name bc philza can't go one day without mentioning him and mariana barely logs on but every time fit saw the homeless mariana in roier's city no matter what he'd stop dead and tell it "come home" and when slime came back to the server for elections after having logged off for the last like two months everyone was still excited to meet him bc the others had kept his memories on the server fresh and alive, maxo died canonically in the nuke and pierre pasted his face all over the server, luzu vanished for months and we never forgot him either thanks to the computers and foolish's wack ass family tree. like when purgatory teams were chosen and team red constantly joked about how it would be so over for the other teams once germán logged on despite the fact that germán had only ever logged on ONCE, the way they cheered when they snatched rubius in the split of green despite the fact that rubius hadn't logged on more than twice since march. they just keep the names alive all the time and it's like

it just makes me really happy to see. like it makes me really happy. like the admin team and the members alike are like 'no way in HELL are we letting your memory go' like damn once ur on isla quesadilla you really are stuck as an islander forever :D

[feelo-fick]

doodles from varying times :] kicking my feet and giggling. put your hand in my cage youre safe :]

[tempestvista]

This is probably cringe I don't know its not written to be a fanfiction but instead just a very . Frilly thought-dump heyyyy the demons telling me not to post this

007n7 who is lost to a resolute grief. 007 who wanders aimlessly in a fruitless endeavor against universal laws itself. A father who constantly trudges through environment after environment, the muck and mud of a swamp that threatens to give him trench foot, never warm nor cold enough, yet still always biting. A man who soldiers through the sodden grass, colorless pastures, isolated from near-everyone and everything else. He is not intentionally pathetic or miserable, it could be argued his constant pursuit of a better life for his child speaks volumes to a veiled courage. He does not possess deep strength, and utilizes as many reserves of intellect as possible. In spite of this, it never quite seems to be enough. But that doesn't stop him, why would it?

As long as he breathes, as long as he moves, as long as the moon continues to be set in the sky by an iron-hearted extraterrestrial might, seeking entertainment above all other means, as long as his weak and weary legs (never atrophy, never strengthen, either) are able to function—and even if they weren't, he'd just claw at the ground, using every last means available—he will continue to fight and hope for a day when his son gets out. Where his son is safe, where his son could be with another family, have some sort of guaranteed devoted and providing home. One where he was safe, and away from all of this, and would never be brought back. It was a future he would tear his very latticework apart for. For him, for his son, his child, his baby.

They say the Spectre does not hold favorites, that it merely prefers the hyper-emotional. It could, however, be argued in this sense there is a vague loophole here; 007n7 is a never-ending delicious repast for something as awful as the force, a perfect combination of mournful, frustrated, tired, full of yearning, barely present hopes and desires, a flurry of tempestuous undying things that all make him filled with a deep dread on the hour. And yet, and yet, he continues to move. He continues to shamble weakly. Because he would do anything for his son. He would endure any torture to see his son again. It doesn't matter that he'd get hurt for it, doesn't mean anything if he receives any number of peoples—the whole atomic structure upholding every person's fibers could hate him, for all he cared, and it would not negate the amount of passion and pure unconditional woeful love he holds for the thing everyone else calls a monster. To him, it's always been a boy; his boy. That's his son, the strangest mail delivery of his life, the thing meant and means more than anything to him. A constant reminder in his mind that though he had past misgivings, though he wasn't on top of everything as a parent, he would not fail again, would not give in again, would not lose him ever again.

It caused arguments, but he'd worked out an arrangement, even. There was a silent agreement, and at least some were sympathetic enough to see his angle as a father. Other's were just glad they would get a sense of reprieve before their turn at the gauntlet, viewed it as him "taking one for the team," so to speak. Not that the majority was all that grateful. Let 007n7 grab c00lkidd's attention first, and however long he lasts, he lasts, and then he doesn't have to get in altercations about what he does not see, does not hear, and does not know. In the end, he'll still hate himself, but at least he can buy his poor son some time. There are the rarer events, in which he can convince the boundless child to calm down for a time, and they're able to just spend the round together. It's actually preferred by c00lkidd that they do this, he just can't help but be so energetic, so excited. He wants more friends, after all. It's hard to be in a house with a bunch of adults you don't really know, and few who ever bother to even interact with him consistently. He's not viciously isolated, parallel his father, the circumstances merely make awkwardness the default.

Once, he'd managed to spend the entire ordeal alone with his son, not bothered by other survivors, far away enough that there was no concern over him getting interested at seeing someone tinkering away at a generator nearby.

It felt kind of like a picnic, the spot on the ground they were sitting on had been covered in something. Maybe a tarp, maybe a smoothened sheet of metal, who knew. He couldn't recall every last detail of most anything, no matter how hard he tried. The moon wasn't so frightening to look at, for once, wasn't so scary to recall in the recesses of his mind that it'd been so long since he'd seen the sun, his son. They were talking about something from their former lives, also now a blurry form to his mind. To no avail could he hold onto even the apparitions of conversations, it all just slipped through his hands, not even giving him the reprieve of remembering things about his boy. He remembers the excitement on his face, at least, the muscles contorting into what he had learned was a bright smile, if the open-mouth weren't an indication. Even now he still had that sort of crinkle to his eyes, and if 007n7 looked hard enough (imagined?) he could see where his kid's dimples would be at.

C00lkidd was so happy, so very happy to at last have some free time with his father, to have his attention fully. And he wasn't running from him, and no one was hitting him, either. It was annoying that other people couldn't play nice, but he figured it might've been something like karma or whatever it was called for being too rough with the kids he grew up with. It wasn't his fault, though, he didn't know he was that strong. His dad always told him he'd been born with super-strength, though, and that was what he told himself to try and reign it in. But when he did that now, people still hurt him instead! It didn't matter, he had his dad here with him, and that was what was most important. He wished they could spend more time together.

They both ignored the clock chimes that rang throughout the sky. For once, they both knew what was happening. What it meant. 007n7 didn't bother distracting him or making up some sporadic topic to try (and fail, though c00lkidd continued to indulged him, because he hated seeing his papa sad) and distract them both from the inevitable.

It was different because he didn't even get the mercy of hearing his son finish what he was saying.

"I love," and nothing more.

Limbo, then the sound of rushing water that in the mimic-meditative state he knew indicated they were returning to the cabin and their bodies would be sat at the table, in various positions of distress.

Everyone looked at him for a moment. 007n7 guessed he was not as secluded as he thought he'd been, at least not towards the end, anyhow. Someone said something to him, and it moved through him like oil slipping past water, not a deafened statement; unable to emulsify. They tried to get his attention again, he recalls in flickering thought. Maybe someone snapped or said his name (again, if they had said it before), tapped on the table, scuffed shoes making a dull noise against the timber floor. Someone must've been tapping their leg, that part felt settled in, a part he recalled. Of course, it was always the unnecessary details in which chose to stay tenant. Anything useful or desperately wanted around would get ousted from his mental entrapment.

He stood up, he thinks his feet dragged slightly, which might've made him stumble. If he were feeling much as before, it probably would have hurt his ankles, the rolling motion and having to re-orient one's feet before twisting onto them hard enough that they sprained. Shuddering slightly, he trekked off, everything else disappeared into the fog of his mind.

All 007n7 could think about was how many little splinters made up his vascular system, every little wooden needle tearing away at his veins whenever he tried to think about his son not even being allowed to say "I love you."

He didn't deserve it.

hey so whatif like 007n7 kinned homura akemi i rhink that'dbe really . GO MY GRIEF-RIDDEN YET DETERMINED SORROWFUL MAN!!! SHAMBLE YOUR WAY THROUGH THE KILLER RIDDEN LANDS FOR YOUR ILL-BEGOTTEN SON!!!!

i should actually learn how to write helpp,….. i have little to no ideas for my fanfiction(s) ((at least executable ones.. urgk))

if there are spelling mistakes umm in my defense i just wrote this on the spot and didnt look back so </3

[shourtneytruther]

editor adding a blush on angela after she looks at damien . ok

[onboardsorasora]

My dash is very sad right now and I get it, it feels like the end. But please understand and appreciate that I do not share the sentiments that this is 'it'.

This is allllll too very fishy and weird and the more I think about it, the more i step away from the emotion of it all. The more I'm sticking to my guns that this isn't over.

This is entirely the media's fault.

They kept badgering him while he was mentally and physically exhausted. If he kept hearing it over and over- we can't blame him for starting to believe it.

Anyhoo. I hope he has a lovely break at home, fills his cup and lets his team deal with holding RBR/VCARB responsible for this shit storm. And when he comes to work in COTA I hope he's tanned and happy and doing the most.

[bogkeep]

i haven't been drawing for way too long and i'm So Rusty right now but the power of blorbo is gonna thaw me out of the block!!!!! anyway i'm getting close to how i picture csevet in my head. it's a Process

[unforth]

ngl I've been increasingly struggling with the use of feminizing language and "but make them women" stuff in my main fandoms, all of which are about queer Asian men. It's always bothered me but I feel like it's bothering me even more now, and I'm not sure if that's because it's become more prevalent or if I'm getting more sensitive to it. I just can't help but want to point out, like...

1. If yall want women and lesbians... you know there are fandoms... with women and lesbians... right? Women and lesbians are great! I'm begging you to go read stories that actually are about them.

2. Like seriously if you want stories about women why are you in the gay guy bl fandom

3. White fans please unpack why you think that lithe Asian gay man needs to be a woman, needs to be pregnant, why you are calling him breedable, or babygirl, or malewife. Like I am begging people who do this to spend five minutes considering why they do, why you think it's okay, why it's maybe different than saying even the same things about white people, like yall just collectively forgetting decades of racist feminizing language weaponized against Asian men.

I'm not saying anything I haven't said before but it's just been really A Lot recently if I have to see one more post about any MXTX character needing to be a breedable malewife maid I'm going to scream.

Note: this is NOT about trans head canons or trans stuff. I love trans masc and trans fem stuff. Don't stop.

(Disclaimer: I am also white.)

Also note like... this isn't about any specific fan having a preference. People like mpreg. People like gender swaps. That's great! I support an individual's preferences! But just because behavior is okay on an individual level, that doesn't mean it doesn't start to get a little awkward at a collective fandom level. And idk, it's hard to divorce my personal discomfort with some of these things from an assessment of if it's actually ~a problem~ so maybe I'm just not recognizing my own issues here, but... yeah. I keep starting to write more then deleting it so I guess I'll shut up now.

[amyoffline]

In Defense of the Phandom (Mostly): Dan, Phil, and Our Parasocial Social Club

Refer to my previous pinned post for an explanation of and outline for this project. Now that I'm done going through my old reblogs (god, it took forever), it's time to actually research and write this script! This will be my pinned post for the foreseeable future, so you can come back to it by clicking on my blog for the current status of this part of the process. (Note from February 15 - everything is on hold for now while I wrap up my dissertation!)

Script word count: 2,350 | Last updated: January 9, 2025

Research

Peer-reviewed or published literature: ⚫︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎ Social media, forum archives, and fanwork: ⚫︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎ The great rewatch: ⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎ Discussions with other phannies (hey! that could be you, if you want!): ⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎

Writing

Introduction, background, and conclusion sections: ⚫︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎ 2009-2013: ⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎ 2014-2018: ⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎ 2019-2025: ⚫︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎ Long tangents (fandom, RPF, and PSIs/PSRs): ⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎ Editing: ⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎

More details below the cut!

Research → peer reviewed or published literature:

I read a few things (like Haidt's The Anxious Generation) while I was in the process of searching academic databases, but most of the 403 works I have saved to Zotero for this are currently unread. They're not all the same length or will take the same amount of time to read, so the completion proportion is just getting updated based on vibes. I'm absolutely not referencing all 403 of these things in the script - I just cast a wide net for materials I thought might be relevant. Furthermore, there are some things I didn't save that I know I'll be referencing, like some of the Pew Research Center's work in the early to mid 2010s on teenagers and technology, or the journalistic coverage of what got my school district in huge trouble in 2011.

Research → Social media and forum archives:

The collection of posts, art, and fic (other than mine) to reference in the video. For regular posts and art, especially by people who have long since abandoned their accounts or whose content went pretty viral, I feel comfortable just showing things in the video with credit as examples. For fic, I intend to just discuss trends more broadly and vaguely since, as a fic writer myself, I know we tend to get more flack and less acclaim for our work and therefore prefer to stay out of the spotlight. Let me know if you think I should handle this differently - the academic impulse is to credit sources and reproducible searches for every single thing you do, but that's definitely not best practice for phandom history since we have so much "forbidden" lore. I'll also be reading the IDB forum front-to-back, listening to things like the phandom podcast, reading the current generation of phanzines, and looking at recent (and historical, if anyone has any) surveys done of phannies within the community. I'm assuming those folks would appreciate credit and/or a shoutout.

Research → The great rewatch:

Rewatching everything DNP-related so I can talk about it from more recent memory (and read what's left of the original comments for DNP videos that are still up at their original locations). I know there's a playlist for this but I also know it's incomplete, so I have been doing some poking around myself and will probably continue to.

Research → Discussions with other phannies:

I read a few things (like Haidt's The Anxious Generation) while I was in the process of searching academic databases, but most of the 403 works I have saved to Zotero for this are currently unread. They're not all the same length or will take the same amount of time to read, so the completion proportion is just getting updated based on vibes. I'm absolutely not referencing all 403 of these things in the script - I just cast a wide net for materials I thought might be relevant. Furthermore, there are some things I didn't save that I know I'll be referencing, like some of the Pew Research Center's work in the early to mid 2010s on teenagers and technology, or the journalistic coverage of what got my school district in huge trouble in 2011. The first task is to sort that whole Zotero collection into more manageable sub-collections (on PSR on PSIs, on mental health, on YouTube platform history, etc), which is what I'm currently working on.

Writing → Introduction, background, and conclusion sections

See old pinned post for the outline. Will expand details here once research is mostly done (I plan to read and watch everything in the research section aside from talking to other phannies, then complete the script's rough draft, then talk to others on call, then integrate that with and finalize the script).

Writing → 2009-2013

See above.

Writing → 2014-2018

See above.

Writing → 2019-2025

See above.

Writing → Long tangents (fandom, RPF, and PSRs/PSIs)

See above. These tangents are kind of mini video essays in and olf themselves, so I may write them while I'm reading through my saved stuff in Zotero and before I rewatch all the DNP videos.

[moonpaw]

[starkid-smosh]

So talking about amanda and angela wanting to kiss with tongue is normal but us saying damien and angela are looking at each other more fondly recently and thinking it's sweet is weird and we're freaks.... interesting.. it's almost like shipping real people isn't actually the problem 🧐🤔

[st-louis]

do you think he came up with this one himself or

[nyxi-pixie]

actually incredibly funny to me that ranpos entire thing centres on how his intelligence is not because of an ability or any other great thing, its just him. hes entirely, completely, inarguably human. and Yet, when it comes to dazai, so many people are Desperate that there just Has to be another explanation. his intelligence cant just be that hes unusual, no it must be a marker of separation, of difference so great it disallows the reality of his humanity.

[fricc-darn]

Hi hi!! Just wanted to say you’re my all time fav BEN artist, and your writing of them is jaw droppingly PERFECT😭

Don’t know if this sounds stupid, but what would happen if reader somehow heard a whisper from Luna and BEN somehow found out about it??

I don’t know if this makes any sense🙁

Thank you!

Omg thank you this is so sweet😭💖💖!! Your question wasn't stupid at all, it made perfect sense! Lucky you for being the first ask!

Here's the text & art with no text under the cut!

You can hear her.

She speaks to you during the day and throughout the night. 

In your dreams, the goddess, in her divine righteousness, enigmatically speaks in beats of three: salvation, betrayal, and destruction will befall humanity.

You had accepted her into your heart, your soul. You always have and always will. Yet, her voice struck fear into your core. Had you upset her? Were these whispers your own? Blasphemy for you to doubt her, you could only beg for forgiveness. Her methods were not for you to understand. 

You recited your teachings, lessons taught by Luna's angels. Its voice cooed at your disparagement. It said she chose you; her voice is a blessing for few to hear. Good things were to come. Omitting the truth that your time is numbered, to put your mind at ease.

Her voice grew stronger and clearer as your day approached. You wished the angel's voice would drown out her apocalyptic decrees. The angel bides by your side, like a cat sensing impending death. It repeated its lies. Withholding the truth, for your sake, until your time came to become one with the moon.

[mydarlingclaudia]