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thedarkmistress16 · 2 years ago

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Yan!RPF Headcanons: RDJ Edition (1/2)

This entire thing is just sexual content so consenting adults only here. That's all I got. And apparently it's a lot because I crossed the word limit for Tumblr. Change the she to whomever you desire! Part 2 Link.

Yandere!Robert Downey Junior (Insp. from Iron Man)

He sucks as a yan honestly, lol.

Gets attracted to anyone that looks or holds herself better than he does. Tight, fitting clothes on any body that accentuates appealing features is his downfall. And accessories; he loves it yet has no fashion sense himself.

He knows he’s hot shit and people flock toward him for attention and whatnot. Ergo, he expects you to come crawling to him when he sets his sights on you and makes his move. Welcomes the arousing challenge if you play hard-to-get more than he thought. Though quite impatient about it, he knows you’ll be his in the end.

If you have similar hobbies as him or work in the same field, he’ll not only be more interested in you, but will absolutely use this knowledge to his advantage.

Will act like the idea of you visiting him during his filming would be a nice surprise as he leaves you an open-ended ticket before departing, but honestly prefers to just bring you with him to stay in his trailer and/or a hotel closeby without even asking. Just wants you to have an illusion of a choice and make it seem like the offer isn’t a big deal. If you’re resistant enough, he’ll just bring you with him without so much as a warning. He either packs your bags in advance, or completely forgets and buys you more clothes in the new town, nonchalant about your already filled wardrobe.

Doesn't really need cameras when he leaves because typically you're with him, but at the times you’re both apart, he'll keep texting and calling you to relay constant updates on his journey and to hear your voice. Would install a tracker just so he doesn't worry about you so much, especially when there are wifi issues.

Honestly, if you willingly accept him, he won't find any flaw in you and lets you live your life to the fullest with the only thing you need to give is yourself- to be tied to him for the rest of your life. Seriously. You're his goddamn angel that fell from the sky and his happy ending to his shitty past. Give into him completely and accept his attention and he'll put you in the highest regard.

The only way he’s going to let you live independently for a time is if you entertain him with sex- constantly. He wants you to consider moving in with him so you’re not so far away. Don’t be surprised when he moves in right next to you if you refuse living together but still wanna keep the benefits of being friends.

If you start being actual friends with him, he’ll tone down the perviness in favor of friendly charm with constant undertones of flirtiness to make you feel wanted and coming back for more of his praise. If you reject going steady and emphasize you want to stay platonic, he’ll be put off but tries having a relationship with you on your terms. He gets frustrated at your frustration caused by his endless flirting and lack of space, so he decides the best way to solve both of your problems is to just accept your new role as his girlfriend and follow him everywhere.

A huge pervert and has a high libido. Even if you aren’t into sex, he’ll still be very suggestive about it and almost try to guilt you into sleeping with him or iniciating a sloppier makeout most of the time. Oh look, he’s grown hard from all the struggling you did against him. Why don’t you come a little closer and fix what you caused~?

Will absolutely kidnap you and make the whole thing kinky with the restraints and touches and explanations laced with quirky innuendos. It’s a tactic to minimize the severity of the situation and let your guard down. It also shows you how you make him feel physically, as well as testing what your turn ons are. You’re his everything who’s finally here with him and he wants to show you how good he can make you feel.

Uses sex to placate you from any negative emotion or distract you, but it's mainly to wear you out so he can feel assured knowing he could be gone for an hour or two and you'll still be right where he left you. The marking you on the inside part is a bonus, too.

Has no shame to speak of being caught in the act. Will keep pounding into you with the new audience, despite your reaction. Walk in on him jerking it so he has an excuse to ravish you out of horniness, even though it was his fault for not locking the door. If he walks in on you, however, he won't leave until he knows you're too sore to touch yourself again without pain.

Expects you to sleep naked together in a spooning position. Claims you’re the one making it naughty when his hard-on is painfully pressing into your skin.

Will tease you about sharing a bed with another if you’re not up for it at the time, but is lying through his teeth. Really just wants to see how you react, hoping you’ll pounce on him with possessive jealousy. Would never actually cheat on you, but still shamelessly flirts with everyone.

Part 2 Link.

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oneoftheprettynerds · 4 years ago

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Misplaced Theatrics: Dark! Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Hi lovely people! Surprise! I know I said no fics till July but my exam dates literally shifted the next day lol. My most important paper is still scheduled to be on 1st August but hopefully it will shift too. Until that happens, my June and July are still scheduled to be super busy but I’ll try to update LaCs and also share this brand new series I’m in love with! Meanwhile take care cookies, I’m sorry I have a tendency to ramble. Also this my first time writing RPF so be kind.

Warning: Non-Con, RPF, Breaking and Entering. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT ENGAGE.

Genres + Characters: Acting AU/RPF.

Summary: You realise too late that the lines between acting and reality have blurred between you and your co-star.

Word count: 3.5K

Another bouquet of roses, another bunch of stuffed animals, a sweatshirt, one of his sweatshirts that he had been seen wearing in public all the time. Your eyes scrunched as you found a mauve velvet box this time, eyes widening at the brand’s name, Tiffany and Co.

You opened the box, your eyes finding the most gorgeous piece of jewelry you’ve ever laid eyes on, perhaps the most expensive one too; a necklace laced with diamonds, both white and blue.

This was too much.

Emptying the entire box, you kept the articles aside and folded the box so it occupied less space and slid it over one of the cabinets. You knew the pap outside had stopped the delivery chap and was now bombarding him with questions which he’d so happily answer. The sender and the contents and whatnot.

This was a PR stunt after all, a means to promote your movie.

You were starring in the upcoming movie, “Secret of the College Dorm” with the one and only Chris Evans, both of you the protagnists. Being relatively new, you were excited to make your debut with the talented artist and to be in a movie whose storyline you actually liked.

For the plot, you were both University students whose worlds collided when your common tormentor, his douchebag competitor and your sexually frustrated, not-so-secret admirer committed suicide. The whole campus fell for the staged letter and crime scene but not you two who somehow came together and solved the mystery but not without romance blossoming between you two.

You had refused to do any nude scenes for the relationship development scenes, aware of the never-ending repercussions of the internet, especially for a female. However, the plot the audience would require the steamy romance and so, there was really heavy making-out and under the sheets stuff between you and Evans, a lot of it actually.

Evans was such a good actor and you swore he got lost in the feels, in the moment so very often that you might have believed him to be your lover from the third person’s POV if you didn’t know the truth yourself. A little harmless touching even went under the sheets, off camera but it was all acting, right?

However, with each new release of a still of the steamy scenes, the media went outrageous. And when a behind the scenes photo of him blowing air into your burning eyes went viral, the people went crazy over the photo that looked like a kiss to your forehead when taken from behind him and without any context. The support for the beloved actor’s love life was overwhelming, and despite the hate some people had to give, you were actually surprised by the appreciation of his large fan base. However, you had to correct the media and every attempt of yours to do so was seen as deflection to avoid questions about the relationship.

Your worry about the issue which surprisingly did not bother Chris, was solved by your director who told you to go along with it and use it as an advertising tool, about how people and the critics actually loved to see established couples in romance movies, how people could feel the chemistry through the screen. When he argued that your acting was off-the-charts and so unbelievably real, you gave in to both the men, mind a stuttering mess.

Chris was built like a Greek God, had the manners of one and was so supportive the entire time. Hearing praise from such an esteemed artist made your mind go haywire, and the fact you got such a beautiful and charming man as your make -believe boyfriend was cherry on top. You see, you had to give in when this polite hunk of muscle asked.

Then began the media spotting and some PDA; you didn’t overfeed the media with content, just enough that it was believable and how you were just being caught off-guard every time.

Chris loved to spoil you with gifts and dates and you were worried about the lengths he went to and how much money he spent for a PR stunt. Dare you say, you felt slightly jealous of his future significant other. If he crossed oceans just for you, he might travel through planets for them.

But this is where you drew the line. Getting gifts from him was one thing, it was another thing to get presents as expensive as fourteen times your housekeeper’s salary. Diamonds? Diamonds? You surely weren’t worth that, the movie might not even be worth that.

Making note of giving the expensive piece of jewelry back to him at one of your next interviews, you took your phone and dialed his number to thank him and scold him as well. As you mindlessly hummed and put things to their places, you could hear the soothing tune of Chris's ringtone, as if it came from up the stairs, faint but present. You shook your head and it stopped, making you question if you had been spending too much time with the handsome man.

Pulling you out of your reverie, he picked up and greeted you sarcastically as he always did, “How's my ‘girlfriend’ doing today?” You could picture him smiling at the other end, probably playing with Dodger.

“I’m doing alright. Just received your package, that’s all.”

“I know. And?” You could again picture his eyebrows raised in question, awaiting a thanks he would never accept.

“You know?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes darling, I know what time the delivery was supposed to reach. And you called me immediately after, didn’t you? Interesting.” The smugness in his voice made your cheeks heat as you stuttered over your next set of words. A lot of the times when he did things like these, you wondered if he knew of your attraction to him or If your attraction was reciprocated.

“It isn’t like I just sit ready to talk to you, you goofball! I-I am sort of bound to when, when you keep sending me these expensive gifts. We agreed Chris, no more extravagance. You honestly do more than what’s required already.” You sighed, hoping you’d get your point across the gold-hearted prankster.

“Is it so wrong to want the absolute best for my best girl?” Your heart skipped a beat at ‘his best girl’, the sincerity in his voice making your heart ache for something that wasn’t there, almost believing his genuineness for affection.

You sighed and answered after gathering your wits, “But I’m not your best girl, am I?”

His release of breath could easily be misinterpreted as longing if you weren’t sure that you had made the atmosphere gauche. The absolute silence for 30 seconds made you reflect on what you said, if you had offended him. Not wanting things to end awkwardly, you continued, “I’m bringing the necklace back to you at the next conference, it might be costlier than my house Evans! And that’s final.” You chuckled and he hummed slightly as well and you took that as your cue to end the call.

“Okay I need to shower, talk to you tomorrow and pet Dodger for me, will you?” You cut the call with that, and made you way upstairs to your bedroom, overthinking the entire way there as you did.

There’s no way he’s interested in you, is he? And why would you even wonder that. You just had an immature crush on the guy, that too because you associated intimacy with feelings and this being your first time acting. You convinced yourself that everything will be the same when you returned to the conferences, your friendship dynamics still the same and ever nasty.

You reached your room, put your playlist on shuffle and sang your worries away. Seriously, people who didn’t have a concert in the shower were psychopaths.

The hot shower relaxed your muscles and after putting your silk bathrobe on, switching the songs off and applying creams, you moved outside. You were definitely new to skincare, doing it on demand of your make-up artist now.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw an all too familiar face sitting on your king size bed, his eyes ever so blue and skin ever so smooth.

Seeing Chris, you squealed, your hand immediately going to your heart. Embarrassment came later, first came suspicion. Your mind still grasping seeing your coworker in your house, in your room, in your bed, uninvited. You didn’t bid him inside the main door, how was he inside?

You believed Chris was a nice guy, yet doubt filled your head. You couldn’t blatantly ignore the creepiness of the situation. How was one supposed to handle a situation such as this?

“Hey honey, you sure do take your sweet time in the shower.” He chuckled, his boisterous laugh in heavy in the otherwise silent air.

“Chris, what are you doing here? How did you get in?” You inquired; your face serious as your hands crossed over your cleavage.

“Well, we are ‘dating’ aren’t we? The media needs to believe the story we are selling. It’s only normal I drop by here sometimes.” He used air-quotes, still not seeing his erroneous ways.

“Chris, I didn’t give you a key. How are you inside? You need to get out.”

“You seriously think I’d not have a key to my girlfriend’s house?” He looked offended, but still joyful to say the least.

“You have a key to my house?! I never gave you one! You of all people know we aren’t actually dating, this excuse is bullshit and this, this is highly inappropriate, I suggest you leave. You are making me uncomfortable.” You stared the man down, agitated by his antics and still perplexed what to make of this situation. What was even happening?

Before you could even register, your back slammed to the wall near the bathroom door, Chris’s bulky biceps delivering force to his palms that held you there. You had never been on the receiving end of his strength and you could feel it bruising.

“What the fu-”

“I didn’t like the tone you just used, wanna try again?”

“This isn’t funny Evans. If this is one of your pranks, stop! I’m calling security otherwise.”

The menace in your glare was countered by sheer mischievousness in his blue orbs. “I’ve already dismissed them for the night. They know I’m here and how I don’t plant to leave until tomorrow. They were more than happy to give the ‘star’ couple some privacy.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you grew stiff, were you in a bad dream? This wasn’t really happening, was it? A guy you adored and respected, assaulting your boundaries and maybe you as well. You shook your head at that, scared shitless.

“Chris, you are hurting me. Please stop and we can talk it out. I’m scared.” You confessed honestly, a part of you, an infinitesimal part of you hoping it was a prank. However, his grip didn’t relent, rather it tightened holding your shoulders captive.

“And what about how you hurt me?” His hand went to pocket to take out the necklace you put maybe an hour ago into its velvet box. The diamonds shone even more brightly than they did downstairs; the sapphire of his eyes sparkly as dazzlingly and blazingly as the blue of the diamonds.

Your mind was slow to register the fact that he had been long enough in the house to find that, maybe even longer if he had himself witnessed you put that away.

“My sister helped me pick it out.” He grinned at the mention of his family but it was soon replaced by a scowl when he looked at you. “And you showed such blatant disrespect to it, kinda offensive you know?”

“I’m sorry Chris, I didn’t know. Is that why you are mad?” You couldn’t for the life of you grasp his sudden change in demeanor. The golden retriever for whatever reason had turned into an aggressive pit bull.

Had this provoked him? It was still no excuse for the lengths he was going to, the boundaries he was imposing.

“Well, part of the reason, yes. Why don’t you wear it?” His eyes showed hopefulness, maybe glee? Had he always been this deranged and you this oblivious?

His grip intensified and you shrieked out. “Okay, okay! Can you allow me some time and space to change, please? I don’t think I-”

He slammed you again, not enough to hurt but sufficient to shut you up and growled out, “Now. And I mean it. Turn around.”

You whimpered and tuned around, Chris’s hands snaking around and clasping the string of overpriced jewels at the nape of your neck. He rotated you back to face him, his sapphire eyes lighting up akin to the diamonds.

“See, so pretty.” You eyed his hands toying with the gems and his lips caught you off-guard. Kissing his velvety soft blush pink lips was different today; the emotions you always felt even while being into character were intensified tenfold this time. There was passion, frustration and dare you say, even affection. Was paparazzi outside?

You groaned and turned your face away, done with the kiss but he wasn’t. Soft kisses were placed soothingly on your neck, the collarbone and then the top of your breasts. You jerked in his grip and pushed him away; the immediacy caught him off guard as he stumbled and you made your way to the door.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side, his hands pulling at your bathrobe and sending you bouncing on your bed, face first. He was quick to straddle you, his hands pining your wrist as you cried out.

“You were doing so good, sweetheart, why did you ruin it?”

“Chris, stop. You are hurting me-”

“Shhh, you are making no sense, honey, blabbering like this. You know that we belong together, our directors knew that and now I made sure even the world knows that.”

“You are delusional! It was fake, al-”

“You are lying to yourself if you didn’t feel the sparks when we kissed. I fell for you on the set, hard, and you are lying if you disagree.” His insanity, his assurance and his acceptance scared you and rightfully so. Chris was an affluent man, wealthy and had the world at his feet. If he really wanted to hurt you bad, he could. Although bidding his love wasn’t something you planned on doing, you knew that if push came to shove, it would be the better way out.

He turned you around, his beefy hand still holding your wrists as his other hand opened your already slipping bathrobe. His azure eyes drank your glowing skin in, moisturized and smooth; his free hand groping your fleshy arcs. He leaned to take one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling and biting like a little toddler.

His hand slid down and reached your warm heat, your skin supple and your folds fleshy. He pressed down on the bud there, you jolted and your back involuntarily arched.

“If I knew you this underneath back on the set, my hands would have ventured further under the sheets.” His skilled fingers circled your clit, and as you grew damp, two entered your cavern, prodding at angles and points you had failed to find yourself countless times.

Your protests came out as whimpers, eyes glistening with tears at the pleasure you were being enforced to, your mind mushy and thoughts a mess. You were inexperienced in the bed department, a sheer amateur in comparison to the sculpted man, who commanded your bliss in ways you could only hope.

His lips left no skin on your torso unkissed, and his soft bites and nibbling someone were aimed just right in amplifying every stroke of his fingers. Your hands twisted and body arched even more as you neared your cliff, the waterfall of ecstasy just below. As you rode out the blissful journey, his fingers didn’t cease even once, burrowing themselves in the tight heat pushing you.

As you came out and about, your struggles ceased, the orgasm washing over and tiring out your limbs in the process. Your eyes traced Chris’s wicked eyes and his sculpted cheekbones that gave way to his smirking pink lips. This would have been your best experience in intimacy if it was not forced on you.

“Having fun, aren’t you baby?” Your hands jerked again, itching to slap the bastard but your unexpected abruptness was unable to overpower his brawns.

“I’ve never seen you this frantic, kinda hot honestly.” His lips descended on yours again and there was a new fire to this caress, a new appreciation in every movement. You hated the way you were able to read him, the numerous nights you spent drunk together watching Youtube a bittersweet memory now. It was an irony in itself, knowing him well to read him but not enough to have avoided this.

You thrashed, your head trying to headbutt his but it was shameful how your entire was overpowered by half his strength. The jingling of a belt buckle, his belt buckle opening made your eyes widen more, your face becoming wet with tears again real fast.

“No Chris, don’t do this. You need to stop, I can’t-” You cried out, determined to stop his actions but got silenced just as quickly by the intrusion in your worked pussy.

Your fingers curled into your palms, the slightly overgrown nails leaving crescent marks there as his length split you apart inch by inch. The pain and the leisure provided by his still cock rivaled any other sexual experienced you had had, your eyes bleary and red and mind incapable of thinking. The deed was done, it could now not be undid.

He left kisses in the column of your neck, soothing you as your walls snuggled him close. He started moving again with praises leaving his lips every thrust, the pace increasing periodically. You resisted the onslaught of excitement they brought but were ultimately defeated when his cock hit all the spots his fingers had nudged minutes ago. Each snap of his made you putty in his hands as you literally lost your composure, being pushed towards the dangerous cliff again.

His hands left yours and instead cradled your face as he kissed the ever-loving fuck out of you, a kiss that left your breathless and incapable of coherent thought when coupled with his thrusts hitting you just right. You bit down on his luscious lips as you tumbled down the peak, your core clenching around him in a similar way. Chris swore it was the best feeling ever.

With your body fatigued perfectly beneath his, you both knew he wasn’t far anymore. Your heavy breathing brushing your chest against his and your dazed eyes staring into his only prompted him more, his orbs never leaving your face, relishing in your beauty as emotions drowned him. He couldn’t believe you were finally his, that this moment existed in the sphere of reality. The longing and yearning in his azure eyes scared you, this was definitely no act he was putting on.

As his thrusts became slower, your exhausted mind realized something. “Chris, not inside, please! I’m not on anything! Please!”

You feebly pushed him, that doing absolutely nothing to deter him and soon after you felt warmth coating your inside, his seed also smothering out the fire in the pit of your belly. You hated the way you kept crying, as if the tears would sojourn your helplessness. His nose skimming your neck and inhaling your sent made you close your eyes; your distraught self having no strength to face your assaulter, a former confidante of yours.

You could feel his stare burning your skin but you refused to glance at him, give him any sense of acknowledgement. You only opened your eyes when you felt something on your fingers as he took your hands from between you both.

“It is only fair if the set is complete.” Your heart ached at the smile on his face; how could the Gods let such a flawed man have a flawless face? His eyes twinkled as he stared adoringly between you both and your eyes trailed down to find a huge diamond ring on your finger. The hoop matched the necklace you wore on your otherwise naked body, the white diamonds surrounding a beautiful blue one in the middle, its shine complementing Chris’s eyes.

“Chris, I hate you! You’ve gone mad.” You sobbed loudly as he cradled you, a quite ‘why me?’ escaping your lips which surprisingly Chris heard and chose to answer.

“Because it’s time for me to settle down, time for us.” He smiled staring into your soul as you hiccupped, body sweaty and tired and sticky. He intertwined both your hands together and kissed your knuckles lovingly.

“Besides didn’t you see my last interview; Chris wants to be daddy.” His voiced dropped and so did your non existent panties hope.

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menhera-worm · 2 years ago

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Rant incoming

I think what rly bothers me about how most sm//osh fans on here is that they treat all the cast members(and crew just not as much) like children who can’t do anything.

Especially in regards to shipping n whatnot. RPF has always and probably will always be a thing in fandoms surrounding irl creators, while it can go too far(Septiplier, Larry) it isn’t the norm most of the time. Crazy obsessive fans exist for all ships RPF or not but fandoms act like it’s only an issue when it’s irl ships.

Lots of people here in the sm//osh fandom seem to think shourtney or courtmien are like the WOSRT possible thing to have come from the community when that’s literally so dumb. With the amount of ppl saying we shouldn’t baby these grown adults(the whole saige Shayne discourse) they sure love to baby them without directly saying it, Shayne and Courtney are grown ass adults, they can make choices for themselves including what they are comfortable with at their jobs.

The fact most of the shourtney tag here is filled with ppl bitching over the ship then actual shippers say a lot about how weird ppl get over things that are easy to just ignore, so what if the channel is using it for clicks? It works obviously and they are a company of course they would do what makes money, no one is forcing the cast to do these things anymore if they don’t like it they have the power and right to say so.

(Also the fact ppl STILL treat shourtney like a m/f or “token cishet” ship even tho court has come out as queer + non-binary is fucked, respect their identity and sexuality at least when ur ranting. Especially since I myself am bisexual n non-binary and get the same treatment from ppl who just assume. Okay cool thankies)

Anyway rant over, this isn’t about anyone specifically more just what I’ve observed from the uh community on here. Anyway slay happy pride and take ur medication

#sorry for the rant #rant post #smosh #smoshblr #smosh rant #respect these grown ass adults anatomy challenge failed #both sides have rly bad ppl #shipping rant #shourtney #putting that their incase anti ship ppl hate read

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remythologise · 3 years ago

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Hello! I found your blog via you amazingly summarizing all that's going on with the spn drama. Due to my schedules, rl stuff, some of the arcs that didn't vibe with me, my availability to find a place to watch...the rollercoaster I was used to with this fandom was more me binging it in a weekend to going months to over a year without watching it. I still haven't watched the last season(but with a fandom this big it's pretty impossible not be spoiled so I more or less know what happened) BUT oh great one I ask of thee for more information if you have it...other than being busy and whatnot, I'm not really one to keep up with the actors as well. So could you also maybe do a summary of all the stans? I'im seeing terms I haven't seen before. Who is Kelios(sp?)? Hellions?? probably messed it up but like...I guess what are the name of each legion? Who do they have alliance towards? What was their desires? Que paso?!?!?!?

Hi there! 'Some of the arcs that didn't vibe with me' me emotionally quitting Supernatural in Season 7 after they killed Castiel 😂 Anyway I totally get it, I went through the same culture shock mid-last year when I got back into SPN and tried to find where fandom was at! There's really a LOT of lore and content after 15 years though so I'll just do the broad brushstrokes based on my impressions and personal stereotypes PLEASE remember this is oversimplifying groups and individuals to tendencies and I'm very biased! Also important that there are sub-factions within sub-factions - again, I'm simplifying here!

I've also linked to the 'Super-wiki' in terms of some definitions because the Super-wiki has pages for them where the Fandom-wiki does not. Great introduction actually - only in the Supernatural fandom. There are two Supernatural wikis. One, through curation and twitter activity, supports BiBro/Wincest factions and does not support Destiel users. One is more neutral or Destiel-friendly (I don't know that the Fandom wiki has a personality/social media presence per se). You cannot make this up. There is a factional war... within use of fandom wikis.

Destiel faction

People who primarily ship Dean/Cas, love Castiel and (often, although not always) Jack, and the 'found family' of Supernatural as well as the brothers, and like the post s3 seasons too. Hated 15.19 and 15.20 for killing Dean and ignoring the other characters/narrative arc of the show. Nicknamed 'Destihellers' by the Wincest faction as a derogatory term, 'reclaimed' and shortened as 'Hellers', a nickname they use affectionately to describe each other. See more info on nicknames here.

Sometimes also ship ‘Cockles’ (the ship between Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles) although generally speaking they're more respectful of the wives of the actors than J2 shippers, who are notoriously responsible for... a vast series of insane-fan misdemeanours. Historically most were also good at keeping RPF to themselves and not harassing celebrities with it directly, although recently, particularly with younger twitter fans, that has not been the case.

Sub-factions:

The ‘Desticule’ or ‘Destiel tumblr’ - general grouping of Destiel-shipping tumblr users around 20-30 years old, usually LGBT+, most who came back to the show post-15.18 after leaving it for various reasons including getting sick of the queerbaiting. Funniest bitches alive etc. and responsible for the best text posts you’ve ever seen. Can also start stupid discourse and in-group drama when they’re bored.

'POLOL' - People of Lots of Letters, a discord group (of tumblr and twitter users) that ran on the assumption Andrew Dabb was playing a hugely intricate game of 3D chess to do with gnostic symbolism among other things, and would make Destiel canon. Have since had their own factional sub-wars and fallen apart a bit. Some of their meta was and is good and interesting! Some of it was wildly off the mark. Now generally insist that Dabb/the writers were all pushing for Destiel canon and the network is entirely to blame.

Twitter fans (TikTok edition) - younger fans around 18 and younger who (FOR REASONS BEYOND ME) started watching the show around 2018-2020. Definition of 'stans'. Tend to be very loud and aggressive on twitter when Events Happen, which like. I do get, because they've grown up in a completely different media environment and this kind of Dinosaur Politicking around LGBT+ issues is beyond them. Fancam central. Anyway stream #CASTIEL for clear skin!

Twitter fans (AO3 edition) - older fans around 30+ who kept going with the show but either don't have a large tumblr presence or just prefer twitter. A lot of fic writers, GISH-ers, and BNFs in this group. Some of them are very cool and reasonable in their opinions, some of them act like the younger stans. Some of them too accepting of what happened wrt 15.19-20 in my opinion, because, in contrast to the younger twitter stans, they grew up expecting Destiel to NEVER be canon or respected. 'Can't believe we got this far' etc.

Multiship faction

Multishippers or shippers of things not as large as the two main behemoths . Sub-factions based on shipping, e.g. Megstiel and Sastiel. I don't think these groups are very large though, and seem to have very little influence in the Discourse.

Wincest faction

LARGE overlap with the 'BiBro' faction and their opinions, which I'll get to. Ship Sam and Dean romantically. Often pretend to be BiBros on places like twitter and reddit in order for outside groups to take their opinions more seriously. 'Wincesties' etc. are derogatory nicknames given by the Destiel faction.

Sub-factions:

Multiship fans - ship Sam and Dean but respect Castiel/the 'found family'. Politically overlap with the faction of multishippers, I think. I don't have a lot of insight on this group of people honestly, but I know they exist.

Bronlies - the typical BiBro and 'Wincest' shippers most people think of, twitter user 'Kelios' is one of the would-be ringleaders of this faction - typically tend to be older white midwestern women. Historically have been pretty nasty on twitter (leading to Robert Berens, writer who made Destiel canon, occasionally subtweeting Kelios). Also tend to ship 'J2' - and take it very seriously as a legitimate thing that is really real. This is called 'tinhatting'.

BiBro faction

People who think the show should JUST be about the brothers, love Supernatural s1-3 and everything after it should have been just like Supernatural s1-3. Hate Castiel, Jack, and the 'found family'. Largely loved 15.20. Go to literally any comments section on any Supernatural article and You Will Find Them complaining about how the show should just be about the Brothers. Tend to be older, straighter, and more conservative/Republican (and male) fans. (I am aware that the definition of 'BiBro' used to refer to people who just liked the brothers but there's no definitional difference now in the discourse.) The Wincest and BiBro faction are generally much more wealthy than the Destiel faction (they being younger and more diverse/queer/left-leaning in general) and would be the biggest revenue generators at conventions etc.

Sub-factions:

Reddit bros - literally anyone who visits r/supernatural. Well, that's not fair - there are people who post reasonable opinions on there, but it's pretty rare and they get downvoted a lot. Like to talk about 'toxic Destiel fans' 'ruining the show' and how Dean is a straight man who is straight and could never possibly be gay. Might even think the confession was platonic despite all evidence to the contrary. I'm Not Homophobic I Have Gay Friends, But No Gays on MY Show!

Old Guard - group of older fans who overlap strongly with the Wincest faction, but might not necessarily ship Wincest.

GA faction

'General Audience' - These are the group of audience members that aren't 'online' so to speak; most watch the show on TV as a Casual Viewing Experience (are therefore also sometimes referred to as 'casuals'. Mostly their opinions tend towards BiBros, but they have a vast range of baffling views thanks to being Not Online and usually Not caring about Supernatural that much or thinking that deeply about it.

Sub-factions:

People who simply watch Supernatural on TV and then don't think about it very much after that.

I said they weren't 'online' but that's not entirely true; I'd probably classify people on Supernatural Facebook Groups as GA, along with friends of friends who post statuses about how 15.20 was a neat finale that wrapped up the series.

Conclusion

Supernatural is famously the show that appeals to both Republicans and Democrats, literally All Orientations, so there's a WIDE range of factions. However, most warring online boils down to Destiel vs. Wincest/BiBro - the war that started in Season 4 and has simply never ended. In terms of the 'actors' and their stans, in general, Wincest/BiBro fans love Jared, like Jensen, and dislike Misha. Destiel fans love Misha, like Jensen, and dislike Jared. Of course as with everything, there are variations and this is just a generalisation. But that's the summary of it, from my perspective!

This didn't even get into Sam girls, Dean girls and Cas girls. God. Anyway.

Hope that answered your question, anon!

#for some reason read more does not work on my blog main page now? you'll have to click the permalink #season 17 time for a theme change tumblr has broken this one too much sigh #ask #anonymous #this might be the most controversial thing I've ever posted or I might escape with nobody noticing it. Only Two Outcomes #didn't mention any other factional ringleaders because well #I value my life etc.#unironically who will fund me writing the PhD on supernatural fandom etc. etc.#the graphs. the statistics. the sociological insights #kira for ts #supernatural spoilers #spn spoilers

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orsumeuphoria · 3 years ago

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Lucky Lectures. Gender politics in homosexual ships.

Are you a consumer of fanfiction? Do you live in a society?

There may be heteronormative patterns in your gay fanfiction!

“But how?” you ask, “It’s two dudes!”

Well, funny thing is, when you live in a patriarchal society that has worked hard to establish that submissive = female and dominant = male, it becomes very easy to transpose these traits onto any individuals ever and perpetuate heteronormativity and gender structures of power!

Let me explain.

First, we must accept the reality that we do exist in a patriarchal society that has taught us that Man always comes out on top (pun perhaps intended) and Woman has three essential roles: be pretty, be submissive, and be quiet.

Of course, with the different waves of feminism, the portrayal of Woman in media has shifted and now we have Girlbosses and whatnot. Except, the root of the problem hasn’t yet been addressed and millions of people who grew up either before or during these periods of change were still influenced by patriarchal teachings, and that’s not something one can easily get rid of, especially when media and other cultural artifacts that help spread and reaffirm societal cues were (and are still) plagued by this “Man strong, Woman weak” mentality (that is of course far more nuanced than that but this is not a gender studies course).

Now, what does this have to do with homoerotic fanfiction?

Short answer: the people who write fanfiction exist in the same society you and I do, and literature like any other artform is inherently a mimicking of the real world. Anything we see in the real world will end up, whether by choice or not, in that which we create.

There’s more to this, though.

Romance specifically is a big point of interest for us if we’re going to be diving into this subject.

When you look at the population who’s creating fanfiction, a lot of them are, in fact, very young AFABs. Let the record show I’m not exerting criticism or opinion in these lines, merely stating a fact.

The thing with these very young AFABs is that they: a) grew up in a patriarchal society; b) were exposed to patriarchal media that portrayed a very specific type of “romance”; c) likely also read fanfiction written by other very young AFABs with little to no real-world experience to help diversify or add nuance to their writing, so they exist in an echo chamber of, “This is definitely what romance is.”

You may be inclined to disagree and point me toward examples of fanfics and/or fanfic writers who do not fall into this pattern, and I see you, I have my own exceptions too, but for the sake of argument, we have to look at the very broad patterns because they are the most worrisome; the minority, in this case, is actually the one with the advantage.

So, let’s look at some examples of my thesis. Specifically within heterosexual fanfiction.

Some prime examples of this would be After (2014), Twilight (2005), and 50 Shades of Gray (2011). Do you see the pattern yet? The main romance arc in these novels is not a great example of actual romance, right? In After we have an abusive main male character. Twilight leaves us with a main male character who’s mostly emotionally absent and who leads to the main female character to, quite literally, jump off a cliff to try and get his attention. 50 Shades is abuse disguised as kink, leaning heavily into the excuse of a D/s dynamic. And what do the female main characters in these three do? Continue to thirst after the main male character even while suffering at their hands.

“Those are awful examples, Luck!”

Yeah, well, I’m a hyperbolic motherfucker, sue me.

Seriously though, I don’t think they are bad examples. They may be the worst of the worst but that’s exactly why they serve perfectly to illustrate my points. The fact that these three do exist points towards an underlying issue wherein we see these pieces of media and, even when they’re awful, we let them happen. We let them become cultural phenomena. None of this would happen, theoretically, if it didn’t have space to exist, if the ground wasn’t primed with centuries of patriarchal brainwashing to permit, if not encourage, these representations of romance.

If people weren’t still consuming stories like these, where abuse and unhealthy interpersonal dynamics are thinly disguised as romance, they wouldn’t exist; but people do consume these stories because they subscribe to patriarchal thinking and that creates a market, blah blah blah, I’m not here to give you a lesson on supply and demand. I’m merely here to tell you that people, even in 2021, are misogynistic and openly enjoy consuming misogynistic media, because they don’t perceive it as misogynistic! They think it’s normal!

“What does this have to do with my sacred homoerotic fics, Luck?” you ask. To quote Siken (2005): “Shut up/ I’m getting to it.”

I ask you, what is the big difference between heterosexual fics and homosexual fics in their representation of romance?

I say, none, really.

I’ve read plenty of fic in many different fandoms, raging from anime, literature, TV shows, RPF, and I can tell you the fics that portray queer relationships with any sort of nuance are few and far in between.

And this is where I remind you that most fanfic writers are people who were socialized as girls, who haven’t experienced enough to portray romance much differently than how their main examples (the misogynistic media, as we established) do.

So we have a bunch of young AFABs whose vision of love has been heavily influenced by out-of-whack power dynamics and a lack of affective responsibility. And what do they often do?

They buy into yet another set of absurd ideals! Remember when gay relationships were stereotyped as being between a Dom Top and a Sub Bottom? I’m sad to inform that it’s a prevalent thing and a vehicle for heteronormative structures of power to be passed onto queer fiction. Because, what are Dom Tops if not Man and Sub Bottoms if not Woman?

These kids, because they are kids, will take one look at a pairing and call the big dominant one a top and the dainty quiet one the bottom. Sometimes, they’ll cling to these ideas with a vice and start arguments if you challenge their structure.

“Why is this a big deal?” you ask, and I appreciate your curiosity.

It’s harmful because it continues to perpetuate some awful ideas about relationships and it ends in the fetishizing of homosexuality, and that’s not even mentioning how inaccurate of a portrayal they are of real life. Impressionable kids can, and do, and will, interact with this content and grow up with a twisted perception of reality that they, too, might reinforce in their own immensely flawed works of fiction. It could harm them in their real life too, there’s studies going on right as I type this regarding porn addiction in young AFABs because they start consuming smut fiction at very early ages. Kids could grow up desensitized to abuse. Kids could get in harmful relationships and miss the warning signs because they were romanticized in their favorite fic.

And this isn’t to say that all the responsibility lies in the hands of the fanfic writer, because anyone who engages in fandom does it out of their own volition and because of that should do so carefully. But this is to say that if you are a fanfic writer, you need to look at your own biases and be a little more critical with yourself and your world view, lest you continue this cycle of patriarchal nonsense.

#lucky lectures #your lucky day #this wouldn't leave my head #fanfiction

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letitrainathousandflames · 4 years ago

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Hiya! I’ve seen you talking about ao3 a lot and up until recently I agreed with many of the posts you’ve been reblogging, but I think you have a little bit of a misinterpretation about why people r presently pissed off at ao3?

Sure, many people (perhaps even most) are angry for the usual puritanical reasons that you’ve been discussing, and I agree that for the most part fiction is fiction and idc what anyone does so long as I can filter it all out. You do you and all that.

But the most recent swell of criticism is bc ao3 has refused to take down rpf (real person fic) smut of minors—not fictional characters, real life children who happen to be particularly popular right now. The specific fic that spawned recent outrage is about a minecraft YouTuber/Twitch streamer who’s 16 years old, but obviously there’s many more which include his friends and other similar instances of rpf involving children.

I don’t think it’s a slippery slope to set the boundary at “don’t write about actual living children fucking” and to pretend as if this criticism of ao3 is equivalent those who want to wipe out all taboo topics or troubling fics involving fictional characters is just absurd. These are real people, real children, who are directly affected by people sexualizing them, especially if it’s left unchecked and allowed to happen more and more.

I hope you can understand where I’m coming from. Again, if this were just the same fandom bullshit over again, I’d fully agree with your opinion; I’m telling you this in the hopes of informing you more about the situation.

Ohh I didn’t know about this particular bit. First of all, let me just make it clear - that’s the most disgusting shit I’ve ever read - and I’m a die-hard “let people ship what they want” person. This sheds a new light on the whole thing.

Personally, i never liked the concept of real person fic. I see a lot of fics about bands like Rammstein where the members hook up and whatnot just as characters in fic do and not only it is not my cup of tea, it actually squicks me.

I wasn’t part of the Dan and Phil fandom generation but i do remember hearing about them being super uncomfortable with people shipping them, as I would be if I were a vlogging with my friend and people suddenly started writing stories about us falling in love/kissing/having sex ect etc.

The thing is, I don’t know if messing with the tags is even an effective form of protest - Ao3 already had a nearly finished, now released new skin that hides excessive tags. Anyway, that’s not the point.

It’s a complex situation. Older fandom people remember and dread events like the strikethrough - tons of stories lost forever because the “think of the children” crowd didn’t want anyone reading or writing smut fics about anne rice’s vampires or something, mainly driven by homophobia.

The Ao3 was built to be a space safe from censorship, and I, as an author of themes such as torture, abuse, gore, etc, am glad that my work won’t be suddenly pulled out thanks to their team of lawyers and their flexible terms of use. I believe that their issue with censoring these works is falling into a slippery slope of “ok so if you blocked rpf now you have to ban other ‘wrong’ content such as noncon/dubcon, abusive relationships, etc etc.” and then suddenly you can’t write anakin/padmé content anymore no matter how OOC bc he choked her to death in canon.

I have no answers for this particular conundrum. Like, me, personally, I would ban rpf. It’s in poor taste and there are actual living, breathing people whose lives could be affected by that. If I found a fic where someone had written my bff and I having raunchy, explicit sex, I would feel awkward being around them.

The whole ship-and-let-ship policy means - at least to me - “let people write what they want, these fictional characters are fictional and therefore they don’t care” and that argument just doesn’t hold up when it comes to rpf.

TL;DR (bullet points for easier reading):

Real Person Fiction is objectively harmful, character fanfic isn’t.

Yes, I get that being traumatized makes one want to write dark shit to process their pain. Been there, done - and still do - that. BUT if I write the billionth fic of Bucky Barnes getting tortured/maimed/raped there isn’t a real life Bucky who’s gonna read it and be grossed out of his mind or possibly traumatized. Thats the difference between fic and rpf

I don’t think fucking with the tags is an effective form of protest. No, I don’t know what is, but i have a few thoughts:

Maybe not giving reads, kudos or comments to this kind of fic is a start. Reporting these fics upon finding them outside of Ao3 (i.e: on twitter), too.

Report any and all attempts to send these fics to the kids themselves, they shouldn’t have to see/deal with this crap (seriously, have y’all learned nothing from the whole avengers mess, where ppl would send graphic porn art to the actors??), don’t do that shit! Aside from being abusive and gross, that’s a whole ass fucking CRIME. These are kids!!!

I guess it’s more or less this. I hope this gets sorted out soon. As I say, I would rather if Ao3 just removed the rpf option of their website. After all fanFICTION is supposed to be written about... well, fiction. Not real people, much less children. Yikes.

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t100ficrecsblog · 4 years ago

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an interview with @osleyakomwonkru (she/her) what are you working on right now? Several things! I’m the queen of many WIPs (let’s not even talk about the ones that are languishing in the limbo of old fandoms). But my priorities right now are my own Season 7 and the promptfills that I’m doing for Bellarke Writers for BLM (but not for Bellarke). I started working on my Season 7 fic last summer as soon as 6x13 aired because I couldn’t wait nine months to find out what happened to Octavia, I needed to answer that myself. So I spent months writing and planning and researching and compiling lore so that I could answer that question myself. Started posting it episode by episode at the beginning of 2020. Then pandemic got in the way of me finishing it before the official season 7 started airing, so right now the first 9 episodes are up, and the last 7 will be up after the official season 7 is finished. So if you want a season 7 that has a bit less planet hopping, more Bellamy, more TALKING and characters taking the time to sort through issues rather than the season 7 we’ve been having, then please check it out! what’s something you’d like to write one day? I’d like to actually finish and publish the myriad of original works I have in a state of perpetual incompleteness. I’ve been writing stories ever since I could hold a crayon, and I’ve never stopped. But the past decade I’ve been focused on a lot of fanfic. what is the fanwork you’re most proud of? Well, I love all of my word-babies, and I’m super proud of my S7 fic as mentioned above, but outside of that series, the fic that holds a special place in my heart is “fly away to heal my broken spirit (there might be peace on the other side)”, which is an Octavia-centric character study written between seasons 5 and 6, whereupon landing on the new planet, Octavia takes off on her own and takes the time she needs to heal from the pain of her past. why did you first start writing fic? Well, the reasons why I first started writing fic are perhaps different than what they are now. I started writing fic when I was a child, when I didn’t even know it was something other people did, let alone something people shared with one another (this was back in the Days of Yore before the Internet, so while now I know fanfic was going on at that time, it wasn’t easily accessible). The longest fic I’ve ever written was when I was a preteen, and it was 943 pages, handwritten, and it was a self-insert RPF where I became best friends with Alanis Morissette. Back then, I wrote fic because I wanted more stories, more adventures with the characters I loved, and in the case of that self-insert, I wanted to be a part of those adventures. But now I write fic for different reasons. Now I write mostly because I want to address the parts that canon leaves out. The parts that aren’t “exciting” for a TV audience, because they’re not full of flashy explosions and fights and whatnot, but that I want to see because they’re a vital part of the character journeys - the talking, the healing, the things that should be addressed so it makes sense to go from A to B in the storyline but tend to be swept under the rug. I’m in a fandom for the characters, so I want to see them and their thoughts and feelings addressed properly and not just get shuttled from one Plot to the next. So as this applies in this fandom, that mostly revolves around letting characters take the time to talk to each other, to sort out their issues, stuff like that. Because after everything they’ve been through, they need this! what frustrates you most about fic writing? Too many ideas. I have so much I want to write, but I also don’t want to abandon projects so it hurts to have to put ideas on the backburner. Also - middles. I often know how I want a story to start and how I want it to end, but the part in the middle is always a bit fuzzier. Middles are hard. what are your top five songs right now? Lunatica - Heart of a Lion (perfect Octavia song!) Icon for Hire - Supposed to Be (also a good Octavia song) Beth Crowley - Don’t Think Just Run (ditto) Really Slow Motion - Unbroken (same) Miley Cyrus - Mother’s Daughter (Hope’s theme song) what are your inspirations? Music is a lot of my inspiration. I have an entire Octavia playlist, and Spotify is really good at recommending more songs to go on it. Spotify has the only useful Internet algorithm. Also, just those moments in canon where you go WTF and you’re like… I need to fix this. Or, “there has to be more than just this”. A lot of scenes demand more than what we saw on screen, so I’m here to provide.

what first attracted you to Octavia? what attracts you now? I started watching t100 between seasons 4 and 5. The specific reason why I started watching was Chai Hansen (Ilian), because he’d just been cast on Shadowhunters, and he was hot, so I went looking to see where else he’d appeared and happened upon this show. So I watched some of his scenes on YouTube, and was intrigued by this chick (Octavia) he was with. Then the next scene I saw was Octavia winning the Conclave in 4x10 and making her speech of unity, and I was sold. I was all “I need to know who this girl is and how she got here”.

So I went back to the beginning, and yes, she was the one. I have A Type when it comes to fandom favourites, and she fits it to a T - the misunderstood badass with a tragic past and a dark side. Octavia Blake, Regina Mills, Magnus Bane, Eliot Spencer, James “Sawyer” Ford, Juliet Burke, they all fit that same archetype.

I just love Octavia so much, because she’s been through so much and she’s still standing and she’s grown and changed and evolved and it’s all been beautiful. Even the dark parts. Especially the dark parts. Because without them she wouldn’t be who she is now. I hate it when people say she’s “back to her old self” now. No. No she’s not. She’s a stronger, wiser and more mature version of herself, and she wouldn’t be that without her darkness or without her healing. I could go on more, but for that you can just go to my blog and read all of my meta. BESIDES Octavia, what character or pairing do you like best on t100? Uhhh… well, Octavia’s kind of my brand. So everything does kind of revolve around her. But I also adore Echo, Diyoza (sob!) and Hope, and I’m so glad that canon Hope is like the Hope I wrote in my S7 fic - fearless, reckless, committed to her family and questioning what makes otherwise sensible women willing to die for Bellamy Blake. I ship Niytavia, and a fair amount of my Niytavia fic is written from Niylah’s point of view rather than Octavia’s. I’ve also written some bunker-era Mackson as best friends to Niytavia, but Miller being a jerk in season 6 has kind of soured that ship for me. But after 7x10 I’m hopeful that he’ll pull his head out of his ass so that I can like that ship again, because Jackson is still all kinds of lovely.

But if we REALLY need to depart from the Octavia sphere, then Murphy’s my man. I don’t have a horse in the race as to which ship he’s a part of, because I can low-key ship him with just about everybody (even Octavia).

why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm? Because I wanted to do something to contribute to the BLM movement, but since I live in a tiny northeastern European country and have no money, going to protests or making donations myself isn’t something I can do. But I can write words so other people donate money, so here I am!

what’s your writing process like? I don’t have a set process. Sometimes a story just FLOWS and I’ll get it done in a few hours. Sometimes it involves a lot of throwing stuff at the wall and hoping it sticks and days and weeks of contemplation and starting to write and hoping it’ll come together at the end. Same applies regardless of what I’m writing, be it my own idea or someone else’s. what are some things you’d like to recommend? My partner in crime in plotting my S7 epic, who I’ll message at 3 in the morning looking to brainstorm ideas, @easilydistractedbyfanfic . You want Murven? They’ve got you covered. Also, tacos, cheesy pasta, and sushi. Because food is delicious and I’d like to be in a country where I can get tacos again, so if you’re in a position to be able to eat tacos, eat tacos. They’re not available everywhere in the world. You can find @osleyakomwonkru here on Tumblr, or you can find her on AO3 here. If you’d like to request a fic written by her, you can do so via @bellarkefic-for-blm.

#bellarkefic4blm #octavia blake #illian #the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #bellarkefics for blm interview

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rushingheadlong · 4 years ago

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Ugh I feel you with your friend regarding rpf and stuff, it’s why I had to make this blog. Your one point is what gets me—this stuff has literally been around for decades but ppl act like it’s an example of the internet going “too far.” I know rpf has issues but ppl getting holier than thou abt it really annoys me

Exactly!! I literally made this blog for the same reason and I’m glad to have this space, don’t get me wrong, but it is frustrating to feel like you need to have separate accounts/blogs/spaces for rpf vs everything else.

I mean, real-person fanfic has been passed around in fanzines as early as the original Star Trek days in the late 60s. And I’m sure people were writing personal stories about marrying celebrities or whatnot well before then, even if they weren’t being widely shared.

But even beyond that like... no one bats an eye at Shakespeare’s “historical plays”, even though (for example) Henry VIII died less than a decade before Shakespeare was born, and no one calls his works “fanfic” or accuses him of being disrespectful towards real people by writing these plays? So the blind accusations that all rpf works are inherently morally wrong just... yeah, really rubs me the wrong way.

Obviously everyone is going to have different areas of comfort with this, and I’m never going to force someone to enjoy all the things I enjoy. (And god knows there’s parts of the Queen fandom that I don’t enjoy! Like how some fans interact with Brian and Roger on instagram, or fans who insist that they have some “deeper” knowledge about these people even though they’ve never met any of them.)

But the point is that people writing fake stories about real-life people isn’t anything new. People shipping real-life people together isn’t a new thing brought about by social media. People engaging in conversations about the minutia of celebrity lives and speculating on things to fill in the gaps has been happening for ages now.

And yes, there’s a way to go about all of that that crosses lines and invades people’s privacy and is generally gross and should be criticized. Just like there should be criticisms about the unhealthy obsession with celebrity and stanning culture in general. But those conversations shouldn’t happen every time someone even mentions a single random thing about rpf, and people shouldn’t be demonized simply for engaging with rpf if they’re doing it in a respectful way (namely, in spaces where the actual people can’t see it and keeping a distinct line between real life and fiction).

#ask #rubadubababyoil #not queen //#fandom wank //#sorry for like Going Off but apparently I'm more angry about this than I originally thought and I Have Words dasklfjaslkj

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edit: 9/7/2023

thanks for taking an interest in my page! before you follow, here is a general overview of my page and some stuff i ask you to tag if i follow you

if you have any issue with these, especially my dni list, please block me

if you need anything tagged that isnt tagged, please let me know! i want to make your experience as comfy as possible

this is lengthy, so more after jump!

(general what i post, what i tag, dni list, and what i need tagged included)

what i post

the yakuza games

genshin impact

honkai star rail

obey me

a3!

resident evil

red dead redemption

cute animals

zodiac

graphics

shitposts

cinderella phenomeon

xoxo droplets

the ikemen series

the soul calibur series

wrestling (wrestling only page is @hyo-watanabe)

fanfic (fanfic only page is @kristenssinbin. all reblogs of smuttiness will come from there)

romantic shit

personal shit

digimon

castlevania

persona 5

far cry series

food

flowers

fashion/jewelry

nopixel!! (nopixel sideblog is @nicholas-simone)

twisted wonderland

court of darkness

dead by daylight

the call of duty reboot from 2022 (gaz is kind of a babe)

aes stuff such as flowers and sunsets

stimboard / stimming gifs / satisfying gifs

my tags

yakuza

genshin

obey me

rdr

fave

ref

cinderella

xoxo

ikesen

ikevamp

ikerev

rasslin

rom

shut up kristen

replies

messages

digimon

castle

personal blahness tag retired due to it bringing back bad memories

my edit

my edits

my icons

my gifs

my lockscreens

discourse

sova

hanzo

fc3

fc4

fc5

fc6

fcnd

twst

cod

nopixel

hsr

i tw sensitive content. i either go tw: (sensitive thing) or tw (sensitive thing)

i also try to tag spoiler/spoilers. i do a general rule of after 1 month of me seeing something or it being out for 1 month+ , i don’t spoiler tag then

what i need tagged

insects

spiders

body horror (a little blood is ok because i play m rated games)

the arcana, fuck that stupid fucking game

ships!!! (please tag your ships. i don’t ship anything, but there are some ships that i am super uncomfy with due to age difference and things bringing back bad memories and whatnot)

dni if

fujoshi

pro shipping (especially incest and adult x child ships)

DDlg/CGl(re)/any related age play kink blogs

MAPs/NoMAPs/PEARs/lolicon

maga/conservative

TERFs/Radfems

Bigots/supporters of hateful viewpoints or ideologies (racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, islamophobia, nazism, fatphobic, white supremacy, aphobic etc.)

pro-life

anti BLM

if you see nothing wrong with rpf

anti-vaxxers/anti-mask

thinspo

animal abuse

LGBT-exclusionist

overwatch league blog, its still a v sensitive topic so i dont want to see anything that reminds me of it despite him not being in the league anymore

xqc fan; dude is a piece of shit with a gross fanbase. dude has been banned from like 4 different games and owl because of how awful he is

cg/st/hydra fan; fuck em and the toxic vibes they bring to the np community

old scu fan; what they (a large chunk of scu) did to jakka re: their chats is super fucking shitty, fuck em

serval x gepard shippers

jing yuan x yanqing shippers

brian knight fans, only because i talk shit about him a lot and it's for your protection, not mine :3

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scribble-scribble-scrabble · 5 years ago

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Once in a while it’s really interesting to slide toward fanfic in a random different fandom and see what the most popular works/tropes are over there

For instance the differences between ‘hockey rpf’ and ‘check please’ tropes and stories are so massive — like hockey rpf has mostly tended toward most popular works being about yearning for forbidden love or finding out you share a secret with your bud or realizing just how good of buds you are or doing/being something-in-defiance-of-norms or even just idiot-does-all-the-above ... whereas the most popular check please fics I’ve felt have leaned more toward ...repurcussions of the above? Or succeeding in spite of or while doing or at the above? With really heavy doses of overlap with disability issues or mental health concerns, too.

And I just wonder is this a founder effect? Is this a ...symptom isn’t the right word... of the social media where each became popular? ((So far as I can tell, hockey rpf was almost self-quarantined back in the live journal and kink meme days of its most active points; it’s also the sort of thing that would spread amongst people with similar Tastes, not similar Interests (IMO) ..-/ check please started on tumblr and left once it gained enough popularity to be viable elsewhere - a venue where people are united mainly by having common Interests, regardless of taste, and by YELLING about how those could and should intersect

Hockey rpf I think has its roots in something like celebrity culture - parasocial relationships and whatnot ; check please canon is its canon, but I think it’s interesting on a personal level that I only like the fics where interpretations of main character are close to canon but minor side characters have been set free to roam and characterized wildly - the Kent Parsons and Chowders as explorations of relationship dynamics not seen in the comic.

I also tend to feel like fics that actually show the main comic couple tend to absolutely destroy one of their dreams - here is Jack, but he is AFAB trans and a double amputee and his backstory is still the same except for the horrific trauma of the two above changes intersecting to destroy all of his dreams ... but he’s exactly the same otherwise , so what made him different absolutely ruined his life but changed nothing about him as a person .. it’s this horrific intersection of burying your gays and ugh I don’t know where I’m going with this except !

If angryspaceravenclaw is still out there

And has never reclaimed/un-anonymized their ao3 works so that I can block them by username

I want them to feel deep shame for being such a godawful fandom participant

#I’m just rambling and this doesn’t have a conclusion other than one personalized to me #which is that

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momo-de-avis · 6 years ago

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If I were to write a story about me having a relationship with my favorite artist I'd want them to be nice to me, and have the conflict be something external, but what do I know. And yeah, rpf is weird af, even when it starts as just a joke it escalates really quickly, and people have NO sense of boundaries and end up harassing the artists they claim to love

Do you know what I ‘fantasized’ about when I was a teen? Having a beer with celebs LMAO I was that boring. But seriously, even way into my early adult years I continued to think about it cause I really fantasized about the chance to just sit down with a beer and talk about stuff, I don’t know like, what’s your opinion on this and that. That was something I really wasted my time thinking about lmao

When it’s pre-teens and teens, there’s always that thought: we can still teach them, direct them towards something healthier. But the issue is when it comes from adult people. 50 Shades, even as a fanfic, was written by a grown ass woman, and when you look at wattpad, the majority of the most popular stories along the same lines are also by grown ass women - they’re just replicated by teens a lot

Now I already find it weird that there is fanfiction of real people but it hits really bizarre points when it’s pending towards the abusive, daddy shit and whatnot.

We as a society really need to rethink our priorities.......

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Icy Fairytale

Boyinaband (Dave Brown) x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Falling in love is walking on thin ice in and of itself, but what happens when it's literal? Yeah that's right - two ambitious individuals fall head over heels for one another on the delicate icy ground of a Brighton ice skating rink.

Requested by @onceuponadie Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I'm so sorry for the long wait but I still hope you find the time to enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

No matter how hard I try, I can't tie the laces of my skates properly. I can't tell what's wrong with me today but I know something's seriously not right. To be perfectly honest though, I might have an idea or two as to why this is happening to me but I'd rather keep my mouth shut on the subject to avoid the intense blush and the flock of butterflies that will inevitably attack my stomach. And I can't have that many distractions while I'm on the ice.

Oh who am I kidding, my main distraction is always there, either in front of me or by my side. Sometimes even holding onto me for support.

Dave Brown is the name of it.

The name I was completely indifferent to when it was first brought to my attention.

It was a cold rainy day in Brighton, the town I was still on-the-fence about at the time. My trainer had been wanting to collaborate with a trainer from the UK for a while and had finally scheduled and arranged for the two of us to be able to fly out there and meet with him. I thought my trainer was ambitious, but this this new guy was a whole new level of ambitious. I could tell right away he'd be hard to please and I had no issue with that - I am and I always have been a goal-getter; I myself am hard to please and I've often been called an 'obsessed artist' by my trainer so I was beyond excited for this new extraordinary and challenging journey.

I just didn't know that the challenging part wouldn't be the skating.

After a particularly long practice session, once I was finally left alone by my trainers, I stuck around at the skating rink to wind down and feel the freedom of skating how I want and how I know I'm supposed to. Free like a bird gliding through the sky, not bound by any choreography or anyone's rules and opinions. That's when I'm most myself.

And that's when I met him.

The rink was closed and suppose to be reserved for only me and my coaches for the day but him and his friends - now my friend too - Joel probably didn't think much of the notice on the door considering they had waltzed in with zero idea the vicinity was booked.

I was too entranced in my own world to notice their presence by the seats. I only took notice of the fact I wasn't alone when Joel called out to me.

"Are we interrupting? Is this a private session or something? We can leave, sorry for bothering you."

While the other boy was talking, Dave remained silent, blending into the background and not drawing any of my attention to him. And yes, maybe I was supposed to turn them back, tell them to leave and whatnot, but I did the exact opposite.

"Private session's over, you can stick around, it's not a problem." I said, slowly gliding over to the entrance of the rink where the boys were now standing after they finished climbing down the stairs to approach the ice rink.

I stopped in my tracks rather abruptly as to not crash into them, stabilizing myself before offering them my hand for a handshake. "I'm Y/N. Professional figure skater."

I couldn't help but let out a little giggle when their jaws went loose, hanging open in surprise. They were quick to regain their composure, Joel being the one to accept my hand first, followed by Dave, both of them introducing themselves as they did so.

"Cool streak." I casually pointed at the red streak in Dave's hair, "I've always wanted to dye my hair but I'm not allowed to by my trainer."

He scoffed at my remark, "Your trainer? He's got the audacity to boss you around? Does he not realize how lucky he is to have a skater like you to his name?"

I was understandably taken aback by this compliment. I'm used to being given compliments after my performances in competitions, but I've never considered my unchoreographed skating as anything more than mediocre. It was surprising to receive such a positive remark, heartwarming nonetheless though.

"That's so kind of you to say, Dave, thanks." I'm still a long way from knowing how to properly respond to compliments - mostly cause I don't believe them - but I'd like to think I handled that one well. No, I know I handled it well considering Dave, Joel and I have been friends ever since.

As to why they were at the skating rink that day - they wanted to fulfill a New Year's resolution they had made at the start of the year: learning how to ice skate because apparently they were hopeless at it. And yes, they were - they got on the ice with me that day and were dropping like flies. I considered it a miracle if they were even able to get off their asses on their own. I had to pull them up a couple of times - a gesture they paid me back for with lunch afterwards. Following that day, only Dave remained determined to make his resolution count and he kept coming to the ice rink to practice (read: fall and get back up) and learn with my help of course. It's safe to say I've never laughed so much in such a short period of time and never have I ever established a friendship so quickly with anyone ever. I guess being someone's ice skating buddy is a whole different level of a friendship where the rules of a regular friendship don't apply.

I soon came to realize why that was...

Because I suddenly found myself wanting more than a friendship with Dave. It's ridiculous as hell, as all goddamn hell, but I couldn't and still can't help myself. It's these little subtle signs that shine through my behavior, all completely unintentional. The lingering hold meant to keep him stable on his skates. The firm eye contact when I'm trying to get him to focus on his balance. The little touches and hugs all gestures meant to congratulate him on his little wins like falling and managing to get to his feet on his own; managing to make three solid strides without sprawling out on the ice, etc. I must be the worst ice skating instructor ever - as Dave gained more balance and needed my assistance less, I found myself missing the times I literally had to hold him up, his arms wrapped around me and mine around him. I miss the times he held my hand to avoid falling and still fell, sometimes dragging me down with him.

And I'm only gonna miss those times even more after tomorrow because after tomorrow, I'll no longer be in the UK and I'll no longer be there to see Dave's successes and fails. I'll no longer have him be my distraction, the only distraction I've ever approved of and wanted around. I'll no longer have a chance to feed into the temptation of telling Dave what I feel for him. It's a temptation and a fear and excites me just as much as it terrifies me, paralyzes me just thinking of the outcome, especially when I know I won't get my feelings reciprocated. I won't get anything better than a soft rejection from him yet I still want to come clean.

Why, you might be asking - well, it's rather simple, actually. I think he deserves to know how special he's made these last few months. How much he's made me fall in love with this city and the UK as a whole. How much I enjoyed our adventures both on and off the ice. How much fun I had going sightseeing with him as my tour guide.

How much I enjoyed his company and how hard I fell for him in the process.

Today's the last day of 'class' for the both of us but I just so happen to be the only one who's aware of it. Yeah, I've been one hell of a coward and never brought up my inevitable departure despite having been informed over a week ago. Exactly, I had a week to come clean about more things than one, but I chose silence.

And boy did that bad decision come to hit me against the back of the head like a boomerang. A mocking and particularly painful one at that.

Get it together, Y/N. One of these news you'll have to tell him, he has to know you're leaving. And the other...

"Sorry I'm late!" The familiar voice coming in a breathy yell from somewhere in the darkness surrounding the seats awakens me and frees me from my mind's battle with itself. "The rain only makes traffic worse."

Now or never. Don't drag it out and keep adding salt to the wound!

"I'm leaving!" I say, loud enough to be heard clearly despite our distance. Also loud enough to cover up the tremble in my voice. It took a lot of power just to say that one sentence, I wonder how I'm gonna power through having to explain it to him.

"Jeez, did I upset you that badly?" Dave surprises the hell out of me when he steps on the ice, already in his skates which I didn't even notice him put on. I'm not surprised by that to be honest, I'm too caught up in my own thoughts and how I'm displaying them in my demeanor to notice my surroundings.

"N-no, I..." so much for covering up that tremble in my voice, "I have to leave the UK...tomorrow...I'm going back home for a competition and to, you know, get ready for the Olympics...I don't know when or if I'll be back but I was hoping..."

"What? When'd you hear about this? Why so suddenly? Is it that big of an emergency that they inform you literally five minutes in advance?" There are enough emotions in his voice to prevent me from looking at his face, especially his eyes. I'm afraid of what kind of hurt or whatever other emotion I might see there.

I bite the inside of my cheek, "My trainer told me last week...", I admit, gritting my teeth and cringing as my stomach ties itself is several knots that are causing me great discomfort.

There's a pause which I'm assuming is meant for him to collect all his thoughts and properly process them. I'm afraid of what he'll say when he does.

"So I'm the one finding out five minutes before your departure?" He finally asks, the tone of voice he uses making my heart sink a little.

Damn it, Dave I already feel guilty enough, this is unnecessary!

No, no, he has a point and has every right to be upset. Friends don't keep friends in the dark about things like this. About any things really.

Then why do you keep him in the dark about literally EVERYTHING?

This is what I was afraid of - getting the temptation of coming clean. I have nothing to lose after all, I'm leaving tomorrow anyway. I'll lose him one way or another.

"Listen, Dave...", I didn't think this through but I'll improvise it, that's a better option than shutting my mouth and not saying another word, "I was gonna tell you, I really wanted to, but I couldn't...I couldn't bring myself to do it. I still don't want to believe that I'm leaving. I love it here and just the thought of leaving it all behind...it hurts, you know. And 'the more people know the realer it is' is a real thing so I didn't want...." I stop, my voice cutting off completely as I find myself weak on balance. Maybe standing in the middle of an ice rink isn't the best setting for this conversation. "I'm being ridiculous and I'm stalling like a coward." I say that more to myself than to him but I don't let him speak. Instead, I continue my rambling after a brief sigh.

Dave, God bless his soul, stays silent and just looks at me with this curious gaze which is letting me know he's holding back for my sanity's sake, allowing me to take a breather and collect my thoughts before I express them to avoid misunderstanding me.

I inhale, finally ready to start talking, "Alright, here we go...Look, I don't want to end this...friendship between us on a bad note but I don't want it to end with there still being secrets between us so I'm gonna finally say what I've been wanting and not wanting to tell you for a while now. It's on you whether it'll be a bad ending to a good story or not, but I just need to get it off my chest, ok?"

He nods, not at all as hesitantly as I thought he would which is relieving to see, so I continue.

"This is gonna sound pathetic and downright laughable but here it goes - I like you, Dave. The kind of like where I see you as more than a friend and sometimes even wish you would see me the same way as well despite being sure you don't. And please, if you plan on pulling a pity act give me a heads up so I can just walk aw-"

My ramble is put to an end when Dave puts his hand up, pointer finger in the air and almost touching my lips as a gesture to shush me. I am typically one of the hardest people to shut up EVER, but now the words die down on their own as if they are even happy to be put to rest at his request.

"Y/N you are the most talented, most graceful, the kindest and most beautiful and smartest person I have ever met and yet you still also happen to be the densest and most ignorant when it comes to the people around you. You're a people pleaser, I've figured out as much, but goddamn it, you rarely know what a person actually wants. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, this could just be the case with me and an inability to show emotion which I haven't known about all this time, but still - if your dense ass hasn't noticed it yet I'll say it out loud for you and if you still find a way to misinterpret it, I'll spell it out for you in huge neon letters, got it?" He makes something barely alike a pause before sighing, "Y/N L/N, the most densest person in this whole word, you've had me star-struck since day one and I've only been falling deeper and harder in love with you ever since. And you don't have even the slightest clue of what happened to me and my heart a couple minutes ago when you said you were leaving. Believe what you wanna, but words have never crushed me harder ever before and trust me, that says a lot. So, before you go and think you have my emotions figured out, remember that I actually know how to skate."

That's A LOT to take in. It's got layers upon layers of questions followed by answers followed by even more questions that I'm not sure I'm prepared to ask or answer.

So he's liked me since the day we met? Love at first sight? Nah, that shit only exists in movies.

He was hurt by that? I hurt him by not telling him then I hurt him by telling him and I'll hurt him the hardest when I leave tomorrow. How am I supposed to not feel responsible for putting so much pain on him without even realizing it?

And wait - he knows how to skate???

"You can skate? Like, you can can skate? Like, you're not a hopeless case like you've made me believe?" I ask, one of my eyebrows shooting up suspiciously.

Dave goes from looking puzzled to cracking up with laughter within a second after hearing my question, "Oh Y/N, you're so adorable. That's what's got you puzzled the most out of all I just said?"

I narrow my eyes at him, folding my arms over my chest defensively, "Well the rest seems pretty cut-and-dry, if you ask me." I say sarcastically, earning another laugh from him.

It's only now that I notice how confidently he's standing on the ice - as though he's standing on solid, non-slippery ground which is far from the image I have of Dave while on ice. The uncertainty, the lack of stability, it's all disappeared from his still demeanor which now makes a lot more sense.

He smirks at me, "Does it now, densey?"

I frown at the nickname, "Don't call me th-"

He doesn't let me finish, instead presses his lips against mine, the contact making me lose balance on my skates. Luckily, he probably calculated this risk in advance cause his arms wrap around me instantly, preventing me from slipping more than an inch.

"Who needs to be held up now?" He asks, pressing his forehead against mine when we pull away from the kiss.

I keep my eyes closed despite the urge to roll them in playful annoyance, "Oh, shut it."

And he does so by pressing his lips against mine once again.

What will happen once I leave, I have not the slightest clue. Hell, I don't even know what'll happen when we pull away permanently and get off the ice we're standing on. But I do know what's happening right now - I'm kissing Dave Brown and nothing's ever felt this right before.

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