#i have nothing against other people's headcanons and they should have nothing against mine. that's basically the bottom line here.

[ellecdc]

We need dating remus lupin general headcanons with YOUR wonderful writing. Please. 🫶🏻

I don't know if this is my best work - but hopefully this is what you were looking for. Thanks for being here with me <3

Dating Remus Lupin Headcanons

This man was completely oblivious to the draw he had on other people – including you. His quiet, sarcastic, mischievous but kind persona meant he had a lot of admirers that he never did anything about 

I fully believe Remus Lupin was the biggest flirt without necessarily realizing it (or if he did realize it, it wasn’t a conscious action - he really didn’t mean to be flirty, he just was)

Also don’t believe he knew how fuckin’ hot he was: denim jackets, oversized cardigans and knitted jumpers, converse, beanies - like he always looked so comfortable and casual but so put together despite of it?

Stealing his clothes is actually a dream of mine – his denim jacket with patches sewed on and a hole or two????? Need it

Curling up in one of his sweaters and warm socks by the fire? Fuckin’ hell 

His friends knew better than to ever try to (outwardly) set him up with anyone since he was so damn stubborn, so they would just happen to be in the library at the same time as you [the person they’d seen him bantering with in class time and time again] and also just happen to say hey and decide to catch up with you and then also just happen to sit at your table since they were already standing here talking to you anyway.

Forced library dates that neither of you really realized were dates, courtesy of his friends 

Remus caught on after a little while what his friends were trying to do, but didn’t mention anything in case you hadn’t realized yourself; he wouldn’t want to embarrass you

And welcome to the one thing we all sort of hate about Remus Lupin: he of course believed nothing would/could/should ever come about between the two of you

I believe him to be somewhat flighty – the second he realizes he’s falling for you, or, God forbid, realizes you’re falling for him – he hightails it 

Not for long though, I really don’t see James Potter letting him get away with that (Remus is stubborn so he gets ‘his way’ for at least a little before James forces the two of your out of your mutual misery)

I think you guys would grow closer and closer without ever actually saying anything about it:

Sitting beside each other would turn into leaning against one another

Leaning against one another would become the odd cuddle session 

Walking together to class would turn into a gentle hand on the small of your back guiding you through the castle (but also to keep you close) [this is that mentioned unknowingly flirty side] 

Hand on the small of your back would turn into his arm around your shoulder or your hand in his 

And he would prefer it this way, afraid that saying anything would make it too real (flighty), or, that you would deny having feelings for him and that would hurt in an entirely different way

You tried to be okay with it – to pretend that you were satisfied with whatever Remus was willing to give you because, come on, he was one of the most popular boys in school, he was the most well-liked Marauder, he was super smart and a powerful wizard, and he was so sweet to you.

But after a while, you couldn’t deny how much this unspoken space between you was weighing on you – particularly the somewhat routine periods where he’d completely shut you out

Was it you? Had you done something? 

Was he seeing someone else?

Were you just imaging this whole ‘thing’ between you?

He’d get increasingly agitated – almost like he simultaneously wanted you closer to him and further away from him; you’d never know how to help him in these moments

He’d speak more sharply to you, spoke less in general, and downplayed your friendship/relationship when other people would comment on it 

“We’re not even that close, we just study together sometimes” you head him say to Marlene McKinnon

“It’s not like that” he told Benjy Fenwick when he asked if you two were dating 

“She’s just a friend.” He’d said to Sirius, and that one hurt because why would he lie to his best friend? And what about you made it so difficult to see you as more than a friend?

Maybe you really had completely imagined the whole thing in your mind? Maybe he really didn’t care for you at all.

You began to pull away – less study dates, more excuses as to why you couldn’t meet up after class, sitting with Lily or Mary at quidditch games instead, staying at Hogwarts on Hogsmeade weekends – anything to avoid having to face the friend that you quickly realized you were halfway in love with who never even gave you a second thought

He did give you a second thought, though – in fact, he gave you a first thought as well as a third, fourth, fifth and sixth

“Do you think I did something to offend Y/N?” He asked James and Sirius one day – the two exchanged a knowing look 

“Why do you ask?” James asked with a smirk

“I think she might be avoiding me.”

“Does that bother you, Moons?”

Remus scoffed “of course it bothers me”

“I thought she was just a friend?” Sirius taunted

“Sod off...”

Remus couldn’t ignore it anymore – you weren’t just a friend. Never could be in his mind, he doubts. He would be your friend for the rest of your life if that’s all you ever wanted from him – but he’d probably always hold a candle for you; that’s why this divot you seemed to be carving between you two hurt like hell

He decides to do something very un-Remus like and face this head on (thoughts and prayers)

“Hey Y/N” he said gently as he approached your table in the library 

You seemed surprised at seeing him and started packing your things up

“Oh, hi Remus...” and the lack of your usual ‘hey Rem’ furthered his suspicions. “I was just finishing up, actually.”

“Have I done something to upset you?” He blurted suddenly. His assertiveness threw you off kilter – was he...talking? About feelings? You paused in your haste to pack your things

“No?” you said in the form of a question – you knew he picked up on it when the space between his eyebrows dwindled 

“Are you sure? I just feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

You were starting to get frustrated. “What do you want, Remus?” You asked sharply. He winced.

“I just miss you, is all.” He admitted quietly as he played with a fray on his sweater between his tantalizingly long fingers.

“What exactly about me do you miss, Remus? You have plenty of friends; I hardly see how Sirius, James or Peter can’t fill the same role.”

He guffaws – actually guffawed! The bastard. “What are you on about?”

“What are you on about, Lupin? I’m tired; I’m tired of being called a friend while you keep me closer. I’m tired of feeling like I’m being played by arguably the most important person in my life. I’m fucking exhausted – so tell me exactly what you’re ‘on about’ Remus, and make it count because I’m done.”

“No! No, not done; don’t be done.”

“What do you want, Remus.” You whispered dismally. 

“You.” He whispered back

“Don’t fuck with me, Lupin.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at you a little bit. “I’m not. I’m not, I swear it – I’m sorry if you’ve felt played by me. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel anything but loved because... because I do – I love you.”

“Love me?”

“Love you. So much.” He professed as he dared to step closer to you. When you didn’t seem entirely averse to his proximity, he moved to close the gap – enveloping you in a long-needed hug. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again.

“You should be” you murmured petulantly from his chest.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to the top of your head “let me make it up to you?”

And he did – you spent that evening on the astronomy tower, enjoying the view of the stars as they melted into the forbidden forest along the horizon and the rest of the Hogwarts grounds – and he told you his secret, that he was a werewolf

You were the first person he willingly told – James, Sirius, and Peter just figured it out on their own and there was no hiding from them

You were the first person he chose to let in – so uncharacteristic of the lycanthrope, but that just went to show how serious he was about making it up to you and garnering your trust

This changed everything 

There was no more pushing you away near full moons, in fact – he got nearly downright territorial 

No one else was allowed to sit beside you – that was Remus’ spot

He was irritable and snappy with everyone, but instinctively melted at the sight of you

“I can’t believe we survived Moony all these years without Y/N – she’s like a sedative” Peter muttered as he picked up the cards Remus had thrown at him in a fit during their game of exploding snap. There was no sign of that Moony now – smiling down at you as you sat curled up in his lap like he had nowhere else he’d rather be

I believe Remus was the king of trinkets – his dorm was littered with little bits and bobs he found that he thought were cool/interesting

He started gifting you little things once you began dating 

An enamel pin that made him think of you 

A small pewter wolf 

A cool rock that he thought looked like the colour of your eyes (you didn’t see it, but who were you to argue?) 

Little themed snow globes

Flowers he found on his walks 

Pretty beads/crystals 

Tealight candle holders 

The ribbon from a box of chocolates he got from his mum that he thought you would like

Acts. Of. Service. This man didn’t come from money, the way he saw his dad spoiling his mum was through his actions – so this caring attitude came super naturally to him 

Fixing up your tea/coffee the way you like before you’ve even thought about it 

Carrying your bags/books for you 

“Your shoe’s untied, dovey. Give ‘er here.” He said as he patted his thigh for you to place your foot so he could tie it for you

If you got sick/under the weather, he’d totally do your homework for you (his friends have done the same for him due to the moons – pay it forward)

I think he’d be so soft and needy after a moon – just melt into whatever love and care you’re willing to show him; give you complete control and take care of him.

It may have been super hard to get Remus to give love a chance – but once you got it, you were stuck with him because he was not going anywhere 

Loyal to a fault 

He’s so afraid of losing good things that he’s willing (and desperate) to do anything and everything he can to keep it [i.e., you]

Thankfully, you make it very easy to do <3 

[snaggletoothedbastard]

Y'know what, I'm going to go into this in a bit more detail.

Fiction can be interpreted in all sorts of different ways. Everyone has different ideas about what something means to them. Therefore, when presented a Thing, two people are likely to interpret it differently to each other. It's the same Thing for both people, but because their lives and experiences and identities are different, they may connect to it in different ways.

And that is okay.

An example of a Thing that causes a lot of debate in this topic is the relationship between the characters Frodo and Sam from Lord of the Rings. Some people ship them, some people don't. An aro and/or ace person, or someone who is just less interested in romance and sex, might look at their relationship and think, "That's the kind of relationship I have/would like to have with my friends, therefore I see it as platonic." Another person, perhaps a gay or m-spec person, or someone who is just more interested in romance and sex, might look at the same relationship and think, "That's the kind of relationship I have/would like to have with a romantic partner, therefore I see it as romantic."

And you know what? Neither person is wrong. They've been given a Thing, and that Thing connects to each person in a different way, and because in the case of Frodo and Sam neither character's sexuality is specifically mentioned or even hinted at (except for Sam and Rosie but let's be real, that's not a big part of the story) there is no evidence against and no way to disprove either claim. It is simply a matter of preference.

Now, sometimes you do get characters who are canonically supposed to represent a marginalised identity, for example, Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives, who is canonically asexual and ends up in a romantic relationship with Martin. If a fan of The Magnus Archives were to say, "Actually, Jon isn't ace," that would be incorrect. Likewise, if someone were to say, "Actually, Jon and Martin aren't romantic partners," (when referring to the later seasons, of course) that would also be incorrect. But when it comes to headcanons, because those can't really be proven either way, you don't get to say whether they're right or wrong. With heacanons, nobody is right and nobody is wrong, but everyone has the freedom to come up with whatever interpretation they want. And when it comes to marginalised identities in particular, headcanons are often someone's way of feeling represented by a Thing when there might not be a lot of good canon representation available. And this can apply to many different people, and all those people are well within their right to connect a Thing to their own experiences, even if it's different from how others connect to the same Thing.

I'm allowed to enjoy content in which Frodo and Sam are a romantic couple, because 1. I just like it, and 2. as someone who is asexual and alloromantic, I feel that they represent the kind of relationship I'd like to have with a romantic partner, and with a friend. I just happen to consume more of the romantic content because I think romance is nice. But other people feel differently, and that's good, and they are allowed to enjoy content in which they're not a romantic couple, and their reasons for doing so are just as valid as mine. It only becomes a problem when people try to dictate the interpretations that others can and cannot have about a Thing. You don't have to enjoy other people's headcanons and content, but the solution to that problem is to use the block button, so you can go on your merry way enjoying whatever content you like, and everyone else can do the same.

i know this is a thing that Literally Everyone says, but some people really do need to stop viewing their personal headcanons as Facts.

[rita-repulsa-ke]

jealousy

post-finale, set in the past. Death is a jealous lover, they are both exceedingly petty. They are doing their normal fighting and flirting thing, maybe a bit more fighting. This is probably PG-13.

Going with two headcanons, that Death can’t kill people directly and that Agatha and Death have a deal where Agatha kills for her to keep herself alive, thus the murders.

Also Agatha speaks incredibly anachronistically on purpose, because she should be able to.

In 1780, Agatha takes a woman to bed.

No one who matters, a younger woman she passes on the street, doubles back to compliment the sewing on her dress, and then to compliment the blush on her cheeks. She forces herself listening to the girl's concerns about her upcoming nuptials, plies her with beer and sympathy until finally she gets her bodice off and things proceed from there as they have for the centuries before and will for the centuries after.

Her plaything has run off home when the air currents in the room change and the scent of grave dirt fills the room. Agatha, lying naked on the bed, opens her eyes, her expression twisting to one of malevolent, contemptuous hatred, and looks up at Death.

"Oh," she says. "It's you."

"I want her," Rio says with no precursor, motioning in the vague direction of the door and presumably the girl who had recently exited through it.

"Sure," Agatha says, easing up to sitting, reaching for her clothes, aware of the way she is being stared at, hungry, possessive. "I don't mind if you have my sloppy seconds."

"Agatha," Rio complains, because they both know Agatha is being purposefully uncooperative. "I want her dead." She slices her knife lazily through the air, a slow cut across an invisible throat.

"Do it yourself then," Agatha says, then gasps in mock-shock. "Oh, but that's right, you can't! It isn't her time. That's too bad for you, I'm so sorry."

Rio rolls her eyes. "I'll let you skip the next tithe."

Agatha stops and considers that. It's a good offer. That's time she could use for things other than finding and killing a coven of witches, time for her own personal projects, of which she was many. And it would be easy, she wouldn't even have to watch. There's hair all over her pillow, one of those and the right spell and the woman will sicken and die by morning.

She should say yes. It's just that she's very, very petty.

"Nope. Don't feel like it. She wasn't that bad in bed, honestly. Better than you ever were," she says, hopping into her pants, still shirtless and aware of where Rio's eyes are.

Look all you want, she thinks, you'll never get to touch. It's a stupid, small, petty victory, how much Death wants and can't have her, but such little victories are some of the few joys left to her.

"You're so immature," Rio murmurs and Agatha snorts.

"I'm getting better. Remember when I went through my bad boy phase?"

Rio studies her, head tilted to one side, hip cocked, aggressive and deadly, but Agatha isn't worried. Death can't touch her. There are rules.

And then Rio has her down on the bed, straddling her, the knife against her abdomen and Agatha remembers the fine print of those rules.

Rio can't take her life, but there's nothing stopping her from causing Agatha pain. And that knife is positioned in a way that could cause quite a bit of pain.

"Reconsider," Rio says, looking down at her with unnerving adoration.

"Hey, when we're talking about immature, can we talk about your sudden desire to have me kill the first woman I've had in my bed since—" she stops what she might have said, self-corrects. "In thirty years?"

In answer, Rio trails her fingers over Agatha's neck, down to her collarbone, but no further. Agatha finds herself wishing she had gotten her shirt on before they'd ended up like this. Those warm fingers on her skin evoke memories she could do without.

"Mine," Rio says. "All mine. No one else touches you."

Agatha bursts into snorting laughter, quickly restrained by the blade indenting her skin. "Wow, this is incentive to turn into the biggest slut possible. Feel free to do your creepy lurking, though. Watch all you want." Her hand cups Rio's cheek and with great care, she levers herself up on her elbow. "Miss me, baby?"

"Yes," Rio says, turning lighting-quick, pressing a kiss to Agatha's palm. Agatha jerks her hand back, wipes it on the bed with the expression of someone who squashed a bug barehanded.

"Ew," she complains, and okay, maybe Rio is right and she is petty, but the flicker of real fury in Rio's eyes, behind the more obvious exasperation, is very rewarding.

Then the knife bites in, sends a trickle of blood down her stomach and she hisses in pain. "Do what I want," Rio singsongs. "Or take your medicine."

"How about option C?" Agatha snarls, magic slamming into Rio's chest, throwing her across the room. She scrambles up, snatches her shirt, but has to shield against the next attack before she can put it on. Black tendrils of magic try to find a way around her shields, crawling bits of craft probing for any weakness.

"Still so sloppy," she taunts.

"How so?" Rio asks, not bothering to hide her amusement at Agatha trying to pull a shirt on with one hand while she continues to cast with the other. "And when did you get so modest, anyway?"

"Honey, no one likes to be ogled by their ex," Agatha says. "As for how, you are using so much power for that little exploratory spell, if you didn't have literally endless limits, you'd burn out before—"

She stops abruptly, because this is starting to get fun. She's starting to smile, a wild, exhilarated smile. She's starting to feel the urge to giggle, to experiment with spells, to find out if she can remove the floor from under Rio before she notices and send her plummeting into the room below.

For one breath, one heartbeat, she's forgotten to grieve.

She drops her shields at the same time Rio launches a real attack. It won't kill her, but it will hurt.

That's all right. It should.

Then there is a shape in front of her, only very slightly a woman, the impression of arms spread wide and an all-encompassing, welcoming darkness, the space behind the world.

The spell hits, and then there is only Rio, staggering, holding her side and Agatha's instinct is to reach for her, catch her, offer comfort or more likely, a scolding about not being able to better redirect her own energy—

Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest and watches, impassive, unmoved.

Rio whirls on her, nostrils flared, eyes wide. "What was that—" she stops, looks at Agatha. Snorts without mirth. "Oooh. Ags, if you want it to hurt that badly, you only have to ask." The knife is back in her hand, as much a part of her as any of her limbs. Perhaps more so, who can say what real shape lies under her favored guise? "I've got better ways than magic." She pauses, then adds, softer, more careful, "And that could have really hurt you."

"Can't have your favorite killing machine injured, hmm?" Agatha purrs. "Who'd get you all those bodies you love so much?"

"You know that isn't why," Rio says, colder, unimpressed.

Agatha shrugs, indifferent, resummoning her magic. "So are we going to do this or—"

Rio doesn't answer. She looks away from Agatha, always a bad idea. "…ss me," she murmurs, syllables too soft to be properly made out.

"What was that?"

"Kiss me. And I'll let it go." She still can't make herself look at Agatha.

"Wow," Agatha says, then repeats. "Wooooow. This is a new low, even for you. I know you're obsessed with me," she tosses her hair, preens a little. "And who could blame you. Still, that is really pitiful."

Rio taps her knife against the air, her expression one of grim patience, as though Agatha is a trial she’s trying to will herself through. "You can't beat me."

Agatha snorts. "We'll see about that. But all right, Romeo. Let me skip the next tithe and I'll do it."

Rio nods at once, as easy as that.

Agatha swaggers toward her, places her hand on her former lover's cheek, shockingly warm against her palm. "Close your eyes," she whispers, her voice gone husky. "I'll make it good."

Rio trembles ever-so-slightly and obeys.

Agatha spins her free hand in the air, mouths a silent incantation and the floor drops out from Rio, sends her plummeting into the room below as Agatha cackles with delight and for just a moment, forgets to grieve.

if you haven’t read it, I recommend the mistake.

[patchiko]

Thank you for responding 😭😭😭 lol he IS a runner dog. Leave the door open for even a tiny bit and he’s gone in the blink of an eye.

So speaking of dogs/cats do you think AK Jason would ever get a pet?

I’ve always thought of Jason as a dog person (I think in the comics it’s mentioned he had a dog named sparky and he had a pitbull (❤️) in RHATO) but as for AK Jason I don’t really have any thoughts on a pet situation. If he did get a dog I could see it maybe as a move for mental or emotional support… (I mean I got my own dog so I could have company, learn responsibilities and get exercise. I love him so much 🥺)

But ohhhh just thinking of Jason coming home and the dogs going nuts cause “dads” home just melts my heart

(Gunna be 🌻 anon in case I do any future requests haha 😂)

FIRST OFFICIAL REGULAR ANON THIS FEELS SO COOL!

🌻 anon, in my brain he has or gets a dobermann. (mainly bc i have one) BUT UR SO REAL, a dog’s responsibility and bond is something he slowly comes to accept and love AND UR SO RIGHHT HIS DOG WOULD LOVE HIM SMMM

THIS GOT SO LONG SO IM JUST TURNING IT INTO

Ak!Jason Todd With A Dog Headcanon

I think a dog would be really helpful with Jason accepting love.

I think at first itd be hard to him but as the dog grows, jason starts getting it. Why people love having animals so much, their simplicity of love, loyalty, and innocence becomes a virtue to him.

the routine and companionship <3

jasons dog ends up being the reason he has to get up everyday, a responsibility that isn’t based on the foundation of a legacy but a bond, a seemingly simple bond.

nothing over the top either. a simple transaction of ill give you anything you need and ill give you everything i have.

and once he comprehends his dog’s loyalty, and how much his dog gives him and the little he gives his dog compared to as much as hes given others

ITS SO OVER, HE’D LIGHT UP 80 MFS IN A WALMART PARKING LOT FOR HIS FUCKIN DOG—

just him thinking about the fact how such little things can turn into an oddly complex relationship

realistically this dog doesn’t even get to see most of his life, but he’d be there for all of the dogs

and then he gets it, how much it means.

FUCK I LOVE MY DOGGG MY BABY MY BABY

and your honor, he’d love a dobermann so much.

OKAY, a lot of people see Dobermanns as big scary breeds but i have one and he is so the opposite (turns out a lot of dobermanns are)

The whole reason Dobermanns couldnt be uses as war dogs anymore is because of how loyal they are. They couldn’t function properly if they weren’t with the person that trained them.

They latch onto someone and will only ever fully listen to that ONE person.

So I think a dog like this would be really nice for jason, with this along with thinking about how much mine helped me out / the way mine improved my mental.

yes im projecting bc i love my dog so much

Dobes are high maintenance when it comes to exercise, so i think Jason would really enjoy the scheduling one puts him on.

one walk should be an hour and some change long and they need at the very least TWO of these a day

so i think i like that it gets him outside and he gets to bond with his dog without having to do some over the top play session

jason also canonically did track if I’m not wrong, and because of him having a military schedule, i can totally see him doing morning jogs or just some random long ass walk with his dog at like 4AM

My dobes follows me, even if i move to a separate part of my couch he always moves to lay by my feet. so ill think of Jays dog just laying in a room where he trains, jason just enjoys the presence of his dog.

NOT TO PROJECT ON HIM TOOOO MUCH but jason definitely has full blown conversations with his dog, or just randomly starts venting to him

and the dog always does some silly shit that has him biting back a smile

or the dog just rests his body against his and jason just feels like its listening so he just keeps goin

idk if you guys every see a dobermann get excited but they start running around and they look like a stupid deer and Jason can’t not smile at it.

makes jason feel especially good when he comes home and the dogs so excited

jason could come home after the worst night shift in his fuckign vigilante life and can’t help his smile bc of the way his dog runs up to him

he’ll be so fuckin annoyed but as soon as his silly long faced ahh dobermann run up to him, hes cheesing so hard.

especially bc of the way the dog slips around bc of his smooth tile/wooden floor

Dobermann also have weirdly distinct and human personalities, a long with being smart as shit so i think itd stimulate jasons brain a lot

jason would try to teach his dobermann to be more of a guard dog, but the dobes would only show his training when hes protective of jason. Everything else, he just like jason is just.. standing.

his dog is also awkward, but i also think his dog has anxiety, more specifically attachment anxiety bc Jason spoils the shit out of him.

projecting so bad but jason could be having a mental breakdown and his dobes will come up to him and start whining for a walk, and that walk, that schedule just helps jason get back on track so much.

gets his gears turning, just the sense of normalcy he finally is getting.

he stops crying while leaving the house or getting ready to go, by the end of the walk, hes still sad, really fucking sad, but a calm kind of sad, he doesn’t wanna punch a wall, or fight someone, or drown himself in whiskey, he just wants to lay down with his dog and go to bed.

and then when he gets home he continues his dogs routine

he gives him water and food, he checks his paws for glass of anything stuck while he drinks or eats so he’ll stay still because his dog always waddles away if hes not pre-occupied, he’ll wipe his dogs face cause its always so wet and messy after he eats, and they lay down on a his couch and falls asleep.

:( loves his dog sm, just grounds him

and what kills jason about it, is the dog probably doesn’t even comprehend that.

he’d literally die for his dog.

dobes just walking up to jay and wanting his affection and jason will always at the very least rest his hand on his head which for most dobermann’s is the only thing they need.

the first time jason ever really felt connected to his dog is when it comes up to him and lays by him while he’s sitting on the floor after a bad night, he likes it because the dog has the full ability to go lay on a bed or his couch but he chooses to cold, hard floor, just because jasons there.

just how mundane it is having a dog makes him feel so normal kefhidjdkd kisses him

i love dogs, i like dogs with training issues, i like dogs that get a little more nervous then others, i like dogs that have been through something, i like dogs that seem just a little more human then other dogs. i love dogs

anyway heres my dog

sniffle sniffle sob sob laying on the floor with my dog as we speak, requests / inbox is open if you wanna drop something

[death-munchkin]

I have come to the conclusion that there is a very very large overlap in the people who assume that Astarion is "secretly uncomfortable" with a polyam relationship with Halsin and people who a) have zero social awareness, or b) are polyphobic, or c) both. Astarion is not uncomfortable with polyamory, he is uncomfortable participating in sex. Those are two very different things. Astarion is insecure about his ability to be a 'fulfilling' partner to Tav due to his aversion to sex, and that is a perfectly natural fear almost everyone who's ever been repulsed by or reluctant to participate in sex can attest to. My fellow Ace and/or sex repulsed people you should know well how scary it can be to not feel sure that your partner is satisfied. Astarion at no point sounds sad about the proposal, with the exception when specifically asking if it's because he hasn't been putting out enough recently (Note, Astarion and Tav would not have had sex at this point for a wee while), and if Tav reassures him that he is special to them just the way he is, he is genuinely happy.

"But he doesn't enjoy having sex with the Drow twins." My dear sweet child, he explicitly says he's not ready for that yet. At no point does he pretend to be okay with it only to secretly not be. He clearly and firmly says he is not okay with it, and you only get the narration about him seeming empty if you pressure him into it. This does not happen with Halsin. I repeat. This does not happen with Halsin! Astarion never, I repeat NEVER says anything akin to "not being sure" or "I don't know", or "I'm not ready for this" in regards to Halsin's proposition, while he CLEARLY says that about the Drow twins.

Why, you may then ask, is he uncomfortable with the Drow twins but not Halsin? Well, for one, the Drow twins are sex workers. And while in this house we 100% respect love and support all sex workers, they were unfortunately likely targets during his thrall days, and they almost certainly open up some wounds he's not ready to explore yet. Secondly, with the Drow twins he is pressured to participate. Again, Astarion is uncomfortable participating in sex, not with polyamory as a whole. Astarion would be uncomfortable being pressured into basic vanilla christian one on one sex with Tav just as much as he would be uncomfortable being pressured into sex with the Drow twins. That has nothing to do with polyamory. He would not be and is not uncomfortable with Tav having sex with, kissing or flirting with Halsin, as long as he is at no point forced to or pressured to physically participate himself.

Consider why every other character who is against a relationship with Halsin explicitly says so (for those of you who compare Astarion to Karlach, Karlach does explicitly say she is against it.) Consider how every single time Astarion is against something, with the exception of some events in Act 1, he explicitly says so. Consider how Astarion literally does bring up something that concerns him in that very conversation, and clearly states his concerns regarding his own sexual availability, but at no point even hints at being uncomfortable with Tav's romantic/sexual interests. And perhaps consider why you are so intent on having characters be "secretly against polyamory".

Because I will die on the hill that Astarion is a sex repulsed polyam sexual (possibly mono-romantic) pan gremlin of a man. edit to clarify: This post is about people who are insistent on that assumption, as in, refuse to accept that they may be mistaken, or that their assumption is exactly that, an assumption with no direct proof to support it. I don't mind people who headcanon, you live your life I'll live mine, I mind people who assume he's secretly against it, and then state that as fact and canon when it simply isn't, it's a headcanon, an assumption, a plot you would like to believe, NOT something established by direct canon evidence. If you prefer to read him as uncomfortable, that's fine and none of my business. If you prefer to read him as secretly strictly monogamous and either too insecure to speak up or doesn't realize it himself, that's fine and none of my business. Hell, if you draw fanart about it and write a whole ass 100 million word fanfic creating a whole new alternate universe which becomes more popular than the game itself, it's still fine and none of my business. But the second you speak your opinion and assert that it's fact, I have just as much a right to speak my opinion and tell you you're wrong.

[greeen-bean]

Trans!Nick Nelson headcanons

He came out/started transitioning quite young, like 7/8 (like jimmy)

His mum was always really supportive and would help him and fight for him

David not so much :/ he would tease him and make "jokes" about it like he does with the bisexuality

and his dad doesn't get it either but sort of goes along with it because he's never there anyway

Both of them definitely give him some toxic masculinity mind set

He has to be big and strong and not emotional etc etc etc

His mum fought for him to get into the boys school

I could imagine him spending a year or so at Higgs maybe before transferring but it doesn't work with my other thoughts on this so let's put a pin in that

He would love playing rugby and as he got older would work more on bulking himself up and getting more muscular to try and hide his more feminine features

At school nobody knows he's trans (other than the teachers and stuff), he looks masculine enough and had been socially living as a boy for so long nobody really notices

(Also are age 11 everyone kinda looks the same and after that kids just go with things)

He's on the rugby team but because of stupid rules of boys and girls playing against each other he isn't actually allowed to play any matches

ACTUALLY I've just looked it up and apparently "In exceptional circumstances, a player over 12 years of age may play on a mixed gender team where no other option in continuing to play Rugby exists." (<- from the World Rugby website, there's more info about it there)

More on that, from what I'm gathering, that is allowed up until age 15, so not really applicable to heartstopper era nick but my point stands

He's on the team, probably still captain/on his way to being captain, but doesn't play matches

Back to regularly scheduled programing

He also gets changed ina separate room

He brushes all of this off with a vague "medical reasons" explanations

Coach Singh is him BIGGEST supporter

She is ride or die for him

If ever anyone makes a comment about anything regarding Nick Nelson she is ON THEM

2 laps round the pitch

3 laps

Anything to get people to stfu because she gets him

He's kinda paranoid about people finding out he's trans and of being thought of as a girl (definitely David's fault)

I can imagine him getting really stressed when he hears about this gay kid being bullied aswell in a like "what would they do to/think of me if they all knew the truth" so he keeps his head down

Same when Elle comes out, he doesn't know her that well and knows he should say something to Harry and everyone but he can't get himself to (more on Elle later)

When he starts hanging round Charlie it's kinda the first time he's being confronted with queerness that isn't his own

He is stuck in this constant loop of "I can't like him because I'm straight and that means I like girls and not boys" and "if I like him does that mean I'm gay? And arnt gay boys usually more feminine? I can't be feminine" and "if I like a boy that's just the same as me being a girl" and "even if I did like him which i definitely do not if Charlie knew the truth he wouldn't like me back because he is gay and likes men and I wouldn't be that"

They do get together tho like they do in the comics and it's fine except Nick hasn't told Charlie that he's trans and can't get himself to, and he feels crazy guilty about it

When Charlie introduces Nick to Elle he is kinda scared of her

In the sense that, he felt so guilty about what happened to her and how he did nothing

But also he's scared she'll figure him out

When Charlie starts talking about Tao and Elle liking each other nick gets confused

Tao is straight and knows Elle is trans so... how is he okay with that?????

Nick starts asking Charlie all these questions about Elle and her transition and her relationship woth Tao

And its not a fight but they have a small disagreement about it

"I get that you're interested but these things you're asking are not your business and they are different not mine to share with you. If you want to know something about Elle then you need to ask her yourself, if she doesn't wanna tell you then drop it"

So nick goes to Elle himself... after building up the courage to do so

He's perfectly respectful and all but Elle understandably gets cagey to begin with

Last thing she needs rn is some rugby lad sticking his nose in somewhere

But she soon catches on that there is something else going, she just doesn't know what

Whist Nick is going through the stages of for the first time ever having someone understand how he feels

He comes out to her

"I'm... I was... um... I'm also... trangender 😶"

And at first Elle thinks he means mtf, and trys to be supportive of that

"No no no... like... I was born um a girl... so the other way"

"Oh. Oh!"

"You're actually the first person I've told about that haha"

And they talk about it, talk about nicks experience and how it's different to Elle and how its the same as elles and how shitty people can be and how wonderful people can be and about how

Also he apologies to her for not saying anything back when she was at truham

She doesn't think it's needed but appreciates it nonetheless

She asks about him not telling anyone else and specifically about Charlie not know

He tells her what he's so scared off and insecure about

"This isn't about Charlie, nick, he doesn't need to know until you're ready to talk about it. Or ever, maybe, if that's how you want you relationship to go."

"Yeah :/"

"And take it from someone who knows Charlie and has known Charlie, he'll be okay with it"

"Yeah :) anyway what about Tao?????c

"Stfu"

And Nick does tell Charlie. But I couldn't tell you how cuz after the conversation with Elle my mind stops thinking so :) i guess we (and Charlie) will never know

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

Definitely not an attempt to change your mind about the scene or how it makes you feel, I also have my own characters and scenes I can't be sympathetic about for my own reasons (Mahiru and Kirumi come to mind). Just wanted to talk a bit about how it makes me feel and why.

I don't necessarily think that thinking the "You're alone and you always will be" was deserved has to be at odds with being sympathetic toward Kokichi. I think it was entirely deserved and that's part of why it hurts for me on a deep and personal level. Kokichi did it to himself, he pushed everyone away and made them hate him on purpose, he has no one to blame but himself. When I think about the lengths he went to in order to make the others hate him, and I imagine that in the context of a VR style post-game that's when it becomes an emotional punch in the gut for me. At the time his own emotional needs and feelings didn't matter and in a way he was self sabotaging by hurting others without needing to really think about the potential long term effects, but after all is said and done, if Kokichi had to realize that he's still alive and now he has to deal with the consequences of pushing everyone away, that's when it hurts. He's alone and he did it to himself and he can't blame anyone if they want nothing to do with him, and that's exactly why I can emphasize as someone who once lashed out and pushed people away because I was hurting, it gets to me because if someone said that to me it might break me, maybe even more if I fully deserved it.

I can totally see what you mean! Kokichi's self sabotage and isolation are really really interesting to me. Its part of why in my own vr post-game headcanons he makes himself hard to find, unable to cope with having to face the consequences of everything he did and also no longer able to keep up as strong of a facade (it broke down beyond repair in the exisal hanger, he's just too tired now).

Through how you're describing it, I can see why this scene can be so good for Kokichi angst. And this is kinda what I meant by "besides the angst that only lives in my head" (i guess not only mine!)- exploring it as something that just further drove the wedge between him and the group and worsened his self isolation- or as a consequence to what he had been doing to himself, still cutting deep- thats cool! I want to see more of it!

I guess it comes down to the fact that most fan art I've seen about this moment that focuses on Kokichi as the sympathetic figure rubs me wrong for a couple key reasons. One is just because of my own personal emotional experience of ch4, I find it Extremely difficult to connect with art sympathizing with him during this chapter. Before and after I can do it, but I get too blinded by everything that happened to Gonta in ch4 to really sympathize with him in the moment.

The second thing is the delivery. The work that triggered that post last night was a comic of Shuichi berating himself for ever saying something like that to kokichi- cause god forbid Kokichi face any consequences for the things he did, right? Cause everyone should immediately forgive him and he should be treated as a saint, right? Sorry, I just think it ignores the very interesting exploration possible in Kokichi having to overcome his self-isolating tendencies and realize that its okay to rely on others, or that he needs to face the things he did and how he hurt people. This is a trend I see a lot in older (2017-2019ish) v3 fanworks that is a massive pet peeve of mine in general. Kokichi should be allowed to have the flaws the he has, cause fanworks that explore them are SO GOOD.

I've also unfortunately seen it in a lot of older kokichi fanworks that feel OOC to me, where he like, goes back to his room and cries his eyes out over how mean shuichi was to him, or other things along those lines. It goes so against my own view of how Kokichi experiences his emotions (extreme repression! "Hit the reset button on your feelings and you'll feel okay in no time", anyone?) that it makes me black out from cognitive dissonance.

So yeah, I really like how you described it anon!! I wish more fanworks actually got into that moment in this way.

[waterfire1848]

Hi!

I was just wondering if you were going to expand on your "The Southern Raider With No Voice" story? It's such a interesting concept.

Hello, anon!!!

I have no plans to expand on the story. I’d be happy to write some headcanons for it if you want to see how the story would be planned out but I don’t think it’ll be turned into an actual multi chapter fic. I’m really glad you find it interesting though!!!!

But here’s a mini scene as a small thank you for the ask!

Hakoda leaned against the small wall that circled their village. His eyes quickly landed on his son, happily laughing with his new friend: Azula. He was not the only one to watch them with a close eye but he was the only one watching them with a small bit of hope—well, him and his mother. It had been so long since someone in the South Pole was friends with someone from the Fire Nation.

“Azula! You have to wait until I get behind my barrier before you start throwing snowball!” Sokka complained.

“You should be faster.” She signed, “I’ve seen faster sloth-slugs.”

“Oh yeah? Well, take this!” The second the snowball left his hand, Azula easily dodged it, letting the snow fly past her face and straight to Hakoda. Sokka laughed when he saw that his snowball hit his dad. Azula froze.

That was another thing Hakoda was noticing. Azula, despite how she acted with his son and daughter, seemed terrified of him. In a way he understood, seeing as he was the enemy but she’d been living with them for 5 months now. He assumed she would understand that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

“Sorry, dad!” Sokka called.

“It’s okay.” Hakoda chuckled, “Why don’t you two get inside for the evening? It’s going to get dark soon.”

“Okay! Come on, Azula!”

“Are we not in trouble? Sign your response!” It wasn’t completely uncommon for Azula and Sokka to just sign back and forth but mostly they did it to annoy Katara and not for regular conversations.

Sokka looked at her with a funny gaze but answered, “No. Why would we be?”

“You hit the chief! Your father! Will we not be punished?”

“No. Dad knows it was a mistake and it didn’t hurt. We won’t we punished.”

Azula’s mind raced. They wouldn’t be punished for such a clear act of disrespect? Not even denied dinner? This was so weird. This entire family and tribe was weird. They seemed to operate by her mother’s rules where weakness was rewarded and it made her insides twist into knots. She was always punished by her mother so why weren’t these people punishing her?

“Okay.”

“Now can we go inside? I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“There’s always great food to want.” Sokka replied.

The two went into the house, following Hakoda, and took their spots at the table. By now, Azula was given her own plate and food at every meal time. Hakoda and Kanna seemed to understand that firebenders needed more food than other people and filled her plate with a bit more meat so she could keep her inner flame alive. Azula might not have completely understood life here in the South Pole but she happily accepted whenever they gave her more food.

“What did you three do today?” Hakoda asked.

“Yuki taught us about how to make baskets!” Katara chirped, “I made one all on my own!”

“That’s great, Kat! I’ll have to see it after dinner. How about you, Sokka?”

“Mine…ummm….it needs a bit more time.” Sokka nervously smiled.

Hakoda just laughed and ruffled Sokka’s hair, “You need to learn this skills. Everyone in the tribe does. But it takes time. Maybe your sister can teach you her technique later.”

Another thing that confused Azula to no end. Sokka just admitted he was worse at something than his sister and his dad was fine with it. No punishment, no lecture, no yelling, nothing! It made no sense. Hakoda then turned to her and Azula held herself up.

“My basket was done well. I even tested it to make sure it would work.” Sokka translated.

“Amazing! We need to make sure all our stuff works.” Weird place or not, Azula glowed under Hakoda’s praise. It felt different—better—than her father’s praise, “I spoke with that Earth Kingdom merchant and I think we’ll be able to get you some medicine for your scar soon.” The firebender brought a hand to her scarf. Her scar had been aching a bit without her medicine—which she left with the Southern Raiders—but she never expected Hakoda to care about that let alone get her more.

“Does that mean she’s staying?” Katara grumbled.

“Katara.” Hakoda lightly scolded, “Azula is staying with us. You know that.”

“She’s a firebender.” Katara spat.

“Azula can’t help that.” Kanna said, “She’s a child, your age, and she hasn’t done anything wrong-“

“She’s a Southern Raider! They killed mom!” Katara yelled.

“Katara!” Hakoda scolded, “You will not speak that way!”

“I can’t say what really happened?! Mom died because of the same men Azula came with! She probably knew mom’s killer!” Sokka looked at Azula.

“I didn’t!” At least, she didn’t think she did.

“I think you’re jealous.” Sokka said.

“Jealous?! Of what?!?” Katara snapped.

“Jealous I have a new friend and we have our own language that you don’t know.” Sokka grinned.

“Sokka.” Hakoda warned, “You’re being rude.”

“I don’t want to know your stupid language! I don’t want to talk to some monster anyway!”

“Katara!” Hakoda and Kanna yelled.

The combination of Hakoda and Kanna yelling and Katara’s use of the word monster made Azula fall back against the snow. Everyone looked at her when she did. Under the gaze of Sokka’s look of concern, Katara’s look of anger and Hakoda and Kanna’s angry expressions turning worried, Azula did what she believed best. She righted herself, returning to a sitting position, and lowered her head.

“Azula? Are you okay?”

“Katara, your room now! I’ll be in to talk to you in a minute!”

“Fine!”

“Sweetheart, can you look at us?”

“Dad, she’s shaking!”

“Azula?”

"Mmm..mmm..."

"Azula, you can sign." Sokka reminded her.

No. No, she couldn't. Her hands were shaking too bad for her to be able to make any kind of legible sign. And Hakoda was right there and he’d get mad if she didn’t do it correctly and Sokka wouldn’t be able to understand her and they’d think she was stupid and-

Kanna gently shooed Hakoda and Sokka away. The old woman placed her hand under Azula’s eyes so she could see it.

“Azula? Can you see my hand?” Kanna asked.

Azula nodded.

“That’s good. How many fingers am I holding up?”

Azula held up three fingers to match Kanna’s hand.

“Very good. Can you do something else for me? Can you take a big breath in for three seconds and then exhale for three seconds?” Azula did as she was hold, feeling her heart start to slow down, “Can you do it again?” And so she did, again and again and again.

By the fourth time, she was much calmer and able to finally look at up everyone.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Katara should.”

“But she’s right. I’m evil.” They didn’t make a sign for monster so Azula had to improvise.

“No, you’re not!” Sokka cried.

“No, she’s not what?” Hakoda asked.

“She said she’s evil.” Sokka said.

“Azula, Katara…Katara didn’t mean what she said. She’s grieving and when people are grieving they say things they often don’t mean.”

Azula looked up at the man, “I’m a Southern Raider. The enemy.” Sokka translated.

“You were a Southern Raider and, yes, you would have been the enemy if you remained a raider but you left them. You’re not our enemy or a bad person.” Hakoda told her, “It’s like I said. Katara is grieving and she’s angry and she’s looking for someone to be angry at.” Usually that was Hakoda but with Azula here, Katara seemed to be directing all her anger towards her.

“I want to talk to Katara.”

“Alright.” Hakoda allowed, “Katara. Come in-“ Azula shook her head. She stood up and walked away, showing that she wanted to go to Katara. Sokka followed her but Azula shook her head.

“Don’t you need me to translate?” Sokka asked.

“I’ll be fine.”

A few moments later, Azula found Katara sitting on her bed and walked over to her. She sat down in front of the waterbender, staring her straight in the eyes so that Katara had to look at her.

“What do you want?” Katara asked, “You already took my spot in the family.” Ohhhhhh. That’s what it was. She was jealous. Okay. Azula could work with that.

“Why are you even here without Sokka? We won’t be able to talk.” Katara said.

Azula nodded and shrugged. She took off one of her gloves and began writing a little in the snow. Writing was another way that she communicated with people in the village since Sokka couldn’t be next to her 24/7. Plus there were some occasions when she wanted to talk without Sokka loudly saying what her signs meant.

“I don’t want to fight.” She wrote, “I want us to get along.”

“Why? Why do you even care?” Why did she care? Azula didn’t even really want to stay here. And yet…

“For Sokka.” She wrote.

Katara’s eyes widened, “You’re a Southern Raider.”

“I didn’t want to be. My father forced me to because I was disrespectful. The Southern Raiders were horrible. I hated every second I was with them.”

“Doesn’t make you suddenly not a raider or a firebender.”

“How is it my fault I was born with bending?” The Raider thing she could understand but bending? She hadn’t even burned anyone here.

Katara muttered something before saying, “Fine. I guess that’s fair. You aren’t the worst firebender we could have been stuck with.”

“And I’m not trying to take your place. I’m just trying not to get kicked out of the tribe.” Azula wrote.

“I-I guess that makes sense.” Katara allowed, “Fine. I’m sorry I called you a monster. I won’t say that again.”

“Thank you.”

“But don’t expect us to be best friends or anything! You’re still a Southern Raider!”

“That’s okay.” She wrote, “Do you want to make up a couple signs so we can talk without Sokka knowing?”

Katara grinned, “Now that sounds like fun!”

[thesweetnessofspring]

Trick or Treat!!!

Prompt: Katniss and Peeta trying to have their first Halloween post-rebellion.

(Could be moodboars, drabble, headcanons, etc..) 🧡🖤🧡

I don't think Panem (or at least D12) have Halloween, but I have a little something for Everlark in their first autumn post-rebellion.

First, some music for ya:

Our bedroom has gotten colder these past few weeks, but we don't shut the window. Peeta emanates enough heat to keep us warm under our blankets. When my nose gets cold, I bury my head into his neck and warm up right against his skin.

This morning, my nose buried between his neck and our pillow, I'm between the place of a rare pleasant dream and the grounded reality of Peeta's arms around me. And something in me is so grateful for him, I give him a kiss on his collarbone.

He stirs under me and asks in his deep, groggy morning voice, "Katniss?"

I hadn't thought of him feeling the kiss and I wonder if I should be self-conscious of what I just did. We've been sharing a bed since the start of summer, but we hadn't kissed one another yet. A lot holding each other, hands wiping away tears, but nothing to give way to what we had been that night on the beach.

I pull back and hope not to talk about it. Even hope that maybe he'll question if it was his own pleasant dream.

"I have a surprise for you," I say. "But you have to get up and get dressed."

"What's the surprise?" he asks.

"That's not how surprises work," I say as I pull back the covers and sit up. "Get dressed. Sturdy shoes and warm."

He doesn't ask any more questions as he goes to the closet to pick out his clothes while I go to the bathroom to change into mine. From there, I go to the kitchen and prepare two thermoses of hot tea, one with a spoonful of sugar and one unsweetened. I'd prepared both of our bags the night before and give Peeta his.

Outside, our hands automatically find one another as we walk in the dark autumn morning. The rest of the district continues to sleep, the skeletons of buildings in the middle of their construction waiting for the workers to return.

We walk past the Seam, past the meadow, and past the apple trees we'd spent last week gathering to make apple fritters. The palest sunbeams filter through the forest's trees, dark pines and autumnal oak.

Peeta's grip tightens. "You're bringing me in here?"

"It's safe," I say. "I'll make sure you stay safe."

"It's not that," he says. "I guess I've always thought of this as your place. Yours and...his."

"It's anyone's who wants it to be theirs now," I say. "And I want to show it to you."

He acquiesces and follows me into the forest. I keep an eye on him. Even without a fence or Peacekeepers enforcing the perimeter, few people have braved the woods. Yet Peeta takes it all in with round, awed eyes. Sometimes I can sense he wants to stop and pause, but I keep us moving until we reach the rock ledge looking out to the crests of mountains and the spine of the valley below. The sun has illuminated the land with morning honey light, filtering through a distant mist. It is a dappled mixture of deep green pine trees, yellow-leaved birches, orange-leaved oaks.

I've seen it every fall for years, so instead I take in Peeta's face as he faces a scenery entirely new to him. Yesterday he'd been admiring a single leaf from the oak tree at the entrance of Victors Village and I knew then he had to see this place of unimaginable, untouched beauty, blooming with the season's colors. And he doesn't disappoint. A long puff of a cloud emerges from his lips parted in wonder and the corners of his mouth peak up.

"This is beautiful," he says.

"I put your travelling paints in your backpack," I say. "In case you want to paint it."

"I most definitely do."

I get out the food I'd packed in my bag while Peeta prepares his watercolors and paper and gets to working. I've divided up the breakfast of raisin bread, candied pecans, and apples onto two plates but I've finished all of mine before Peeta looks up from his colors to nibble on his own. I sip my tea and simply watch the sun rise over the ridges and Peeta's hands dabble color onto his paper.

When he's finished he sets it aside to dry a little as he finishes his breakfast and sits back.

"I'd seen these colors on the mountains around us, but I could never imagine what it'd be like to look down on them," Peeta says.

"There's still a lot of beauty for us to see," I say.

"I don't know what I could possibly show you," he says.

I think of what I can't put into words. Hope. Light. Warmth. The beauty Peeta gives me every day is so much more precious than this view, even if it's all I have to offer him in return.

Instead, I lean forward and kiss him on the cheek so he knows this isn't a dream.

[felidacy]

The effects of Tim's blood consumption and consequences

Tim scars

Tim compared to every other vigilante in the family has the least amount of scars, but makes up with it in the fact that the ones he has are the most gruesome. The batfamily always wonders how that is possible when in too many cases they saw him getting very badly hurt or almost dying, yet far too quickly he seemed fine again to them. And even when Alfred -- ever strict -- performs check-ups on him, there is truly nothing wrong.

The blood consumption and healing cycle system is nothing complicated. The more fatal a wound is, the more blood he needs to take in. The longer he waits with consuming blood, the slower the healing effect is. It is simple with some handicaps that he learned down the line through trial and errors and causes the dilemma of Tim needing to know when he is safe to drink blood. This is all so Tim has some edge to himself and may seem powerful, but in actuality because of his fears and desire to belong he chooses to hide it away instead. As such, Tim is still a quite human-ish vigilante.

A few examples from the story and what scars he should have

Like in many of my AUs, one headcanon of mine is that the Joker Junior case with Tim is happening here as well. While the joker serum certainly had an affect on Tim, he was also kidnapped for days and hungry. Starved he was more on edge and lost more of his rationality, which is why he shot the joker and nearly killed him. (Jason won't know for a while that both his siblings in fact did kill that awful name and he still pulled through. That even Bruce tried even when he doesn't want to acknowledge it) This causes some new tension with Bruce again, but that gets blamed on the Joker serum later on though Bruce in typical fashion holds that against Tim at times anyway. It gets better with time but Bruce is awful with emotions and a hypocrite. While kidnapped Tim was heavily tortured and with the lack of blood to heal him, I believe that Tim has muscle spasms because of the electro shocks at times and Glasgow smile scars in the face.

Like stated in the previous post, after the attack of Jason and because of the Pit blood Tim will have a scar left on his throat. It took his body a while to get every last remnant of the Pit out of his body again (Vampire metabolism works different than humans one, which is why Jason needed to learn to adapt around the Pit even years later.) and as such it takes Tim longer to heal. It were the months after the attack that got to Tim, not even the attack itself unlike many believe.

When Tim was gutted, he took higher responsibility in saving Pru than to even consider drinking blood from Z or Owen. Honestly, it was because Tim always refused to drink blood from people that he cared about that he didn't (he was called stupid for it by Pru, but they both knew that Tim would have accidentally kill the person then just because he wouldn't be able to stop.) As such, the gruesome scar remained there.

Handicaps

The spleen + Pit Water effect

When Tim became Red Robin and therefore more distant from the family in an act of more independence, he rarely let Alfred check up on him anymore or even just shown much of his body any longer. Or that is at least what the family believes, in reality is far less of the suspected teen angst.

At the time when Tim lost his spleen he wasn't put in the Pit to be revived, however Ra's at that point had an unhealthy obsession with the teen (like in canon but worse because Ra's was able to tell Tim wasn't quite human) and did not want to lose such an interesting new asset. As such a little amount of the Pit was put into Tim.

This does not give Tim any rage-episodes or just in general higher aggression/bloodlust, however because of that Tim does need to consume more blood than before and if he doesn't drink enough, that puts Tim in great pain just like if he were to drink Pit infested blood itself.

Pit infested blood

Tim's invulnerability isn't perfect as stated through hints. Jasons blood has changed because of the pit and at best only puts Tim in more pain. The slowing down of the bloodflow and cauterization that takes place is a high risk play, seen as -- if he can't get blood quick enough the effect sinks drastically.

Blood of the dead

Drinking blood of the ones that are already dead, no matter how long ago that occurred, is never a good idea. It doesn't put Tim in pain or heats his unnaturally cold body up, however it has the similar effect of sickness. Tim is unable to consume blood of any kind then for a long while because his body will violently reject it.

Now, one would think that is easy to avoid especially after Tim learned that. Funnily enough it happens a lot though. (It isn't really that funny, but his siblings would taunt him for that if they knew.) A vampire easily slips into a haze and when animalistic instincts take over it becomes significantly harder to distinguish between the living and the dead, as bizarre and easy that sounds.

[big-cheesy-productions]

This is my official Veilguard Rant Post

Veilguard makes me so mad and every word coming out of Elper's mouth makes me want to [REDACTED].

I was going to rant in the tags, but screw it. We're doing a read more instead. It gets rambly:

I've criticized Inquisition to the moon and back. There's plenty wrong with it. There was an obvious shift into Canadian moderate status-quo handling of sensitive issues (ie making mages whiny and entitled rather than violently oppressed.) but there was enough love for the lore and the characters and there was potential there for me to love it too.

Inquisition was my first DA game. I wasn't there for the backlash after each game came out, whether bad-faith, bigoted, or honest criticism. I know Veilguard is getting that bad-faith and bigoted criticism. That doesn't invalidated the legitimate criticisms genuine fans have for this game.

I cannot defend Veilguard. I cannot bring myself to play it. I cannot "shut my brain off" to play. Every time I think I might, even if it went on sale for $2, I just think about the decision to remove past choices. And the choices they included meaning jackshit. I think about how they "wanted to make the game accessible to new players" but are constantly referencing the past games and characters (in an effort to win back old players I think??? but there are worldstates where these characters could be dead so it's just alienating???) Every time I try to understand this choice, I can't. I can't find any explanation that makes sense. And other fans really had the gall to talk down to other fans who were upset by this. Like, yeah. We're upset our choices don't matter in the "You're Choices Matter" game.

I'm so done with this studios and their utter contempt for their black characters. Vivienne, Wyll, Davrin, y'all deserved so much better, from the studio and fans alike. I cannot take a game seriously that values the cute griffon pet over the black man.

I'm upset about the portrayal of the Inquisitor too, especially romanced. I was upset that Hawke suddenly became so against blood magic in Inquisition to fit the narrative, but Hawke was a much more established character, that they at least felt pretty consistent otherwise. Who is this Lavellan fawning after Solas, saying they'd leave the world behind just to be with him? Not mine!

(I understand these are my own headcanons and I can't be mad at the game for not matching that. But this is my rant post. And I'm ranting. The Veil should have come down.)

The Inquisitor should have been the main character. They should have. I don't care. It makes no sense to make a direct sequel to a game into a soft reboot for the series. It's disjointed. It's doomed to not work. You're burning everyone who plays it.

The disdain and lack of understanding Elper has for Solas, their biggest character, their main antagonist, the character the entire serious has been building up for since day 1, I just... I fucking can't. Maybe you don't make your creative director someone who doesn't understand the fucking story?

Call me a hater. Call me whatever because I haven't even played the game. I've tried watching cutscenes and I just get so mad. Nothing about it appeals to me.

At the end of the day, I was so excited for this game. I love Dragon Age. I was satisfied just knowing Veilguard was a real game and was going to come out. And now I'm just so disappointed. I'm sad I can't enjoy it. I love that the people I follow love it and are enjoying it. I wish I could too!

I've put a lot of time and effort and art and thought and love into this series. And I feel like the Devs hate me. So I'm done.

EDIT: OH! I almost forgot! They didn't. fucking. educate. Their new writers on the lore of the games. So they really were just making shit up saying who gives a fuck I'm-

EDIT 2: ALSO ALSO! NOT EVERY PIECE OF LORE NEEDS TO BE CONNECTED! That's bad writing! I love Solas but I'm sick of him being at the center of everything! I'm sick of everything being the elves! And I love the elves! Illuminati across the seas controlling everything!!!??? What??!?

[im-captain-basch]

What would be your voice fancasts for your version of Donkey Kong/Donkey Kong Country franchise?

Fun fact: the reason I never answered your DM to me with this question is mostly because I was trying to figure out who would be best for who, but also because I was trying to decide if I should make this a public thing or not, so thanks for helping make that choice. XD

I know this says fancasts for my version, but I went more of a "general voice headcanon" route for most of these. Some also have the actual fancasts, or at the very least the people I wouldn't be upset about having be the VAs even if the voice winds up different from what I hear in my head.

I could really only figure out the Kongs, so uh... Ye. Also, all the underlined names are linked to pages to see more of the stuff they've done!

DK: Mark Fischbach. Zero rhyme or reason, other than I spent a full year drawing practically nothing except DKC characters set to GMOD moments, mostly Markiplier's, so now it's all I hear. However, I would not be mad if Richard Yearwood reprises the role (or even Sterling Jarvis).

Diddy: Ben Schwartz. My Diddy is more teenager-adjacent than most people's probably is (around 14), and I'd be lying if I said my hyperfixation with DuckTales 2017 a couple years back didn't have anything to do with that.

Cranky: This one is surprisingly hard to pin down. Here recently I've been imagining him more with Keith David's voice, but in the past I've also imagined David Tennant, Bernard Cribbins, and Aron Tager (his VA in the cartoon), the latter two of whom have both sadly passed in the last couple of years. I'll also happily take Bill Farmer, tho. For me it all depends on the tone and other factors of the situation presented (eg, an AU, the actual game series, others' interpretations, etc).

Funky: Gotta still be Damon D'Olivera, his VA from the cartoon, but I wouldn't be against Phil LaMarr or Greg Eagles voicing him either.

Candy: I do not hate Joy Tanner's voice for her in the cartoon at all. In fact, like Funky, it's mostly all I can hear for her. If I had to choose someone else to fill the role, it'd probably be Jennifer Hale.

Dixie: I think I had the most trouble with her surprisingly. I didn't necessarily like or hate her voice in the cartoon, but I have to go with Mae Whitman on this one. I was thinking along the lines of how Amity from The Owl House sounds, if you wanna know the thought process.

Wrinkly: Wendie Malick is the only voice I've really actively pictured for my specific version of her. The second I heard the line "Wait---those are MY dumb kids!" in The Owl House, my brain has never let the idea drop. However, if there ever actually is a show version of the DKC series that included her, I would not be against Tress MacNeille being her VA.

Swanky: Will Arnett is just how I hear him by default (I blame DK Vine in part). IDK, similar reasons to Diddy in that it has to do with other fixations of mine colliding into my brain. However, here recently my brain has also been tickled by the idea of James Monroe Iglehart being his voice in a version of the show that actually uses him.

Kiddy: OK, so y'all know how my brain runs. Sadly, sometimes I forget about him. However, I feel like Dee Bradley Baker is a safe bet.

Lanky: Rob Paulsen. IDK, even his normal voice just works.

Tiny: Kristen Schaal, solely because sometimes there's moments of her that cross my mind that make me go "Oh that's Louise Belcher (or Mabel Pines) vibes."

Chunky: Of all the actors, voice or otherwise, I've dug through today to find voices for characters I otherwise couldn't picture... I'ma have to give Chunk the monk Richard Horvitz. It also helps that this is literally one of those VAs I grew up hearing, so I can imagine the role working well, although other VAs mentioned throughout this list could potentially also work well.

Originally the Kongs from the actual DKC series proper is all I was gonna do for now, because it's late and brain hurty, but y'all know me a little better than that. I've got at least two bonus people for y'all.

K. Rool: Similar to a couple of characters above, I'd love it if Benedict Campbell could reprise the role, as he's literally the only voice I've been able to hear for him for years. However, that being said, there are a few others I will accept in his place, being Mark Hamill; Keith David (mentioned above); Clancy Brown; and Alex Hirsch.

DK Jr.: You said it was a fancast for my version, so while I know some people think Junior and our DK are the same person, in this instance I don't. I've racked my brain for a while trying to figure out who I best hear as his voice, and I had songs from a certain Disney animated show playing on loop last night and anyway, long story short, Jeremy Jordan is the headcanon voice for my version of him.

[orionsangel86]

About the twinklify the twink? That's why I don't go full Dreamling. I have nothing against it, but they way they get twisted 90% of the times is just "uhh that not my Dream" for me. And same with all the Dark Morpheus x f/m reader. "That's not my Morpheus" and it's ok, because a) fanfiction keeps the media alive until the next piece we can get and b) fanfiction keeps people alive too, no matter what they picture. So, it's ok to feel like this, I guess.

I think that's the main takeaway from this. YKINMK after all. I'm a firm believer of "do what you want always" though of course, that doesn't mean you should be free from criticism, it just means maybe don't take criticism to heart ya know? This doesn't mean people should go onto others posts and fanfics and complain! God no! But people should be allowed to complain in their own posts - so long as anything particularly harsh isn't put in the main tags or is tagged accordingly. Like of course people aren't always gonna love everything you do, and sometimes when certain headcanons and ideas get bastardised by fanon echo chambers they become so far removed from canon that you are basically writing an OC with your fave characters face, but that's okay if it brings you joy. Just don't expect everyone to love and adore it ya know?

The problem I have with the extra twinkification of characters in ship dynamics is that I have a problem with m/m ships being twisted so far away from their canon counterparts that one party becomes obviously "feminine" and the other obviously "masculine". By which I mean one character is made extra skinny frail and delicate, submissive, virginal, pure, and always ALWAYS the bottom. The other character becomes huge and muscular and hairy and masculine, and take the role of protector and dominating and experienced and is ALWAYS the top.

Do you see what I mean? This has been prevailent in fandom culture since day 1 of course, and its a huge pet peeve of mine. I do view it as somewhat problematic because it feels like trying to fit a mlm ship into a heternormative box. Its a layered mess of misogyny and homophobia wrapped up in a fandom bow. It was worse years ago, during the SuperWhoLock days, and I will forever be grateful to Misha Collins for beefing up so much he enabled Cas to beat the effeminate twink allegations (knowing Mollins he probably came across a particularly bad fanfic or fanart and then spent several hours staring at himself in a mirror before throwing himself into an intensive gym routine).

I don't think its too prevailent in Dreamling fics, though I guess when you have a whole episode devoted to showing how Dream is pale, thin, beautiful, ethereal, completely hairless, and trapped, its easy to see why fandoms minds went to "twink" and then to "we need to find him a saviour". But I do wish the power dynamic would be a bit more balanced. Dream is no wilting flower. He is all pure lean muscle. He is no frail delicate thing. He has the body of a long distance marathon runner. He is power and self righteousness and fury and control. Yeah, he may be submissive with his lovers, but he's hardly inexperienced.

Hob is also in no way a macho man. He's hairy sure, but that's basically it. He actually isn't all that more muscular than Dream, he's only slightly broader, and he's not taller - I think they are the same height? Again, to stress, people can do what they want always. But please do take time to branch outside of the fandom echo chambers and refamiliarise yourself with canon once in a while. Especially when those echo chambers are leaning towards problematic dynamics like those mentioned above.

This is by no means a dig at any individuals, at any creative works I have come across or anything else of the sort. I just sometimes find the fanon echo chambers and widely accepted headcanons a bit irritating, especially when they don't fit with canon. It's fine on a small scale. I am not the person who is gonna comment "he would not fucking say that" because its mean and those posts are mean. It's when the whole fandom seems to adopt certain ideas, and suddenly any deviation from those ideas seems wrong to fandom at large. It becomes difficult to counter those ideas without suddenly being labelled a hater. Look at all the ridiculous discourse in Good Omens fandom because of how deeply far removed from the original source material the fandom took the characters over the 4 year gap between seasons? They were literally going into Neil Gaimans inbox complaining when season 2 deviated from widely accepted fanon headcanons! To the point that Neil had to clarify that what they were complaining about was never canon to begin with!!

Anyway, this post is probably controversial enough without me prattling on any further. Let me stress one last time that you can do what you want always, and everyone should be able to play in the sandbox however they want - just please check yourselves and your prejudices and do consider if the tropes you are encouraging have any harmful implications before throwing yourself into them.

[saetgvia]

noah sterling

hehe i mentioned a little demon boy story so here's a teaser for something i really wanted to write for him! this is originally for noah, but you can definitely headcanon other people (i'm thinking kenji kishimoto, aaron warner, kaz brekker, nate macauley, grayson hawthorne)

warnings: none really, noah's just dommy with reader, suggestive kinda

characters: noah, ella/reader (written from ella's pov!), alex

so sorry for the shoddy writing LMAO not beta read

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he's staring at me. again. i can feel his hot gaze on my from across the room, through the huge crowd here. the party, held for the elite, that we somehow got an invitation to because of noah. but now that we're here, i can't enjoy the event because of a certain someone boring into my skull.

'i think your boyfriend's jealous.'

'what?' i turn to the man next to me. blond hair perfectly coiffed into shape, piercing grey eyes and a devilishly handsome (no pun intended) smile, alex looks down at me, his thumb turned subtly towards noah.

'why would he be jealous?'

'because i get to spend my time with a beautiful lady and he doesn't?' alex questions with a smirk.

'no.' alex is a huge flirt, but i won't be letting him annoy me today. he leans closer to my ear and whispers something, but i'm not paying attention. noah's face has morphed into a dark look and his eyes have caught mine. his eyebrows flick up, and his intense gaze has my heart beating faster. that alone causes my eyebrows to knit in confusion. why is noah, of all people, making me so flustered? i've been in this situation so many times i should be used to it by now.

'you're blushing, princess.' alex taps my shoulder. 'is it noah?'

i stay silent, and alex gets his confirmation. no answer is still an answer. no matter how much i deny it, he does have an effect on me. a heart fluttering, butterfly inducing effect. okay maybe i have a crush. a really tiny weeny one.

noah's walking this way. my eyes widen like plates and i turn around to whisper to alex, who only grins and takes the glass of punch out of my hands. i haven't even noticed it, but noah has slunk up behind me, and he's whispering oh so softly in my ear as his hands curl around my hips, pulling me closer, 'upstairs kitchen. now.' and he's gone as quickly as he came and my cheeks are flushing and alex is doubling over in laughter and suddenly i'm in the quiet of the stairs, trying not to rush up too quickly.

when i arrive, he's already there in all of his gorgeous glory, leaning against the counter, waiting for me. his black hair is mussed but it doesn't look bad. nothing looks bad on him. i can just see the silver of his chain glinting faintly on his neck. he's dressed so casually, way too underdressed for such an event in black jeans and a short sleeved top that hugs him in all the right places.

'so glad you could leave pretty boy over there and join me.' his tone is cold.

'what happened? did i do something?' i can't for the life of me fathom what had happened. the sensible part of me points out that he was probably jealous of alex since noah has always gotten antsy whenever he's around. however, the much larger, dumber, part of me doesn't want to believe that. because that means entertaining the possibility that he likes me too, which means hope. for someone like me, hope is very dangerous.

noah chuckles. god he's hot. he's walking towards me, and once again i'm struck by how tall he is. he never stops bothering me about it; letting his arm rest on my head and when i swat it off quipping that he thought i was an arm rest. usually, i'd smile, but he's towering over me, and suddenly i'm the other way around and he's backing me into the counter. the marble is cold on my hands and noah's getting so close and i'm trapped between his chest and the kitchen island. this is so cliche i think in my stupor, but noah's gotten closer, impossibly closer to me but it's still not close enough. he smells heavenly, his scent of roses and vanilla flooding my brain and making my senses go woozy. eyes hooded, lips, oh god those lips, pink and plush, parted slightly, his face hovers above mine. i want more than anything to feel those lips on mine, but i turn my head so my cheek faces him instead.

his lips are on my jaw. my breath hitches as i exhale, his nose brushing my ear as he moves his kisses to my cheek.

'can't you see? can't you see how much i want you?' he breathes into my skin.

'don-don't do this to me,' i say.

'why? i know how you feel. not exactly hard to read, are you darling?'

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a/n:

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© saetgvia 2024. do not copy or repost.

[captainseamech]

//I mentioned a few days ago that I had some things going through my mind and that I was building up courage to tell you guys that and... I think this is finally the appropriate time for such. It's nothing against anyone here, I promise you that. It's more about myself, really.

This post is written with small text font to make it faster to read (since I typed a lot), but if you want me to leave it all on a regular font feel free to tell me so and I'll fix it. And if there's any misspelling or grammatical error bear with me since I do be a bit sick still and... I might fix later (if I remember to do it) so my English might be worse than ever in this post. I'm sorry in advance.

.... for the past couple days since New Years hit us in the face I've seen my mutuals just... moving blogs and all that to start fresh aside from ships, relationships and the like and honestly, that kind of motivated me to do such since I'm... frankly unhappy with how this blog is looking recently, but I'm also in quite a big dilemma since I hate making choices and I wanted to be more open with you guys for a moment. Again, I've been thinking deeply on whether making this post or not but I think it will be worth it in the end (or I just wasted some of my time typing, who knows.)

On one hand it'd make me feel better and refreshed to move from here, starting with a theme, carrd and all that fancy stuff; especially with a better organization of my tags from the beginning since I feel my tags are... all over the place as of currently in comparison to my other blogs; as well as I'd have a way better sense of making my verses since I just... well, kind of hoarded lots of them with some that I barely dont use (if not straight up abandoned behind one starter call and/or headcanon post since I made them specific to one 'dead' fandom or whatnot). And also that I, somehow, get some quite mean/meaningful intended anons here for things that I did or not so hopefully moving places would make them disappear or even just appease them.

But on the other hand... this blog of mine has so much memories!! This is my oldest blog (November 2017!!) on this website, old peeps that were mutuals with me that still lurks in my followers list because the good times!! I had with them in the past!! before my hiatus are just!!!! And like, recently a few old mutuals of mine have been coming back to this site on a way or another with their older tumblr blog, or even just!! Keeping them there!! For the memories!! I put so much hard work on this blog and my writing over the years, especially with Cat (@/faultfindingfirebot) being such an old mutual of mine and developing our characters together!! All the memories with that ship is just!! Lurking here!! Everything is here!! With a simple mouse scroll through their blog tag!!

I know that moving blogs doesn't necessarily mean having to delete this blog, but still!! All the memories (even the cringe ones) are here and I just!! Don't want to lose this treasure y'know? I started on tumblr with this blog and I hoped to die on this hill still here! Maybe I'm just unnecessarily being emotional over this clusterfuck of a messy blog, but still! There's development from both me and the way I write my character with so much joy and not carrying much about fancyness! But apparently fancyness has become a major point in every rpc, to the point of really making me feel legitimately scared and/or hesitant to approach because some writers really despise mobile writers somehow... and it doesn't do wonders to my anxiety honestly.

So... Again, it might sound stupid of me to be emotional over this blog instead of quickly moving on like normal people should but as I mentioned repeatedly before... The memories that lures around this blog are one of the most important things that I could've asked for and this is why I'm opening up to you guys because I want to establish more communication with my mutuals publicly since I always sucked at keeping a stable conversation with each and everyone.

I reckon it might sound straight up weird for me to feel attached and just not do it like a normal person would and move blogs already without letting one's mind out but... I really, really cant help it at all. And I just couldn't stop it from happening too, even though I tried my best to avoid it. But scrolling back on this blog sometimes to see all the good and bad things me and High Tide has gotten through is just... developmentally nostalgic in a way, and sometimes I like to relive the old times no matter how cringe it seemed with both new and old time mutuals.

TL;DR: Should I just stop whining around and move on to try new experiences or stay here where I always belonged?

[bookwyrminspiration]

oh man, i didn't even think of the younger fans joining in.

stay safe out there kids, and remember to block very liberally and filter tags! (also, make sure to filter when looking for fanfic, too!)

this has been a psa by the weird dude who just drops by in the fandom occasionally to grumble, say the weirdest thing he can, and then leave for a few months to a year again.

also, if you don't mind me asking, what was the IG situation?

Exactly! Block tags and filter with abandon, you don't need to reach a certain threshold to do so and it's not a last resort. Sometimes my mutuals will get a new interest and I get sick of seeing show gifs on my dash and so I block it! Nothing special. Stay safe and curate your experience!

As for the IG situation, for those of you new or unaware I'm about to learn you some keepblr history right here. And emphasize why it's important to communicate with people directly and why you should block tags you don't like. (sizable explanation ahead)

A few months ago the infamous post about how the Neverseen uniform under the cloak is never described--and therefore they could be wearing hot pink leotards and stripper heels, with tutus for the minors--reached a note milestone (500), so in celebration we brought it back and there was an influx of art of Fintan in said uniform. S has a bunch collected here.

Someone on tumblr then went to an anonymous IG keeper confessions account (which has since been deleted) and submitted a confession talking about how the tumblr fandom was strange, making stripper Fintan art, and how it was making them uncomfortable. This was the first any of us had heard of it, as they hadn't said anything to us to try and work it out. (I don't hold it against them for being uncomfortable, but I don't think this is the way to deal with it)

If you know anything about confession accounts, you can imagine what broke out, which was made worse by an already existing rivalry/bias against the IG fandom. The IG fandom with no context reacted like the tumblr fandom was weird and disgusting for our joke, and the tumblr fandom handled it...unhelpfully? Listen, I love being here but full honesty I think the majority of the response made the situation worse and it was incredibly frustrating to watch. The tumblr fandom made the IG fandom into part of the joke, about how it was all allocishet white people who love heterosexuality and just couldn't handle tumblr. It became a joke to come up with what would kill a keepstagrammer (not actual killing, but kill in the sense of sprite killing Prince Phillip), like a particular queer ship or headcanon.

The IG fandom, understandably, did not like this and found it insulting. Which only worsened how they thought of and spoke of the tumblr fandom. They said there were many poc on IG, that the point is that keeper is a children's series and it's gross to make nsfw jokes--and again, this is all through a confessions account. There are a few accounts that if you look through their archive, you can find screenshots.

Since it was all through confessions and no one was actually talking to each other, making it all worse because we're literally on separate social medias and each side was only getting what someone chose to share (e.g., only certain screenshots, only certain links to tumblr posts), I reached out and spoke to the most outspoken person on IG (she had been commenting on everything and posting about it herself). We had a conversation where we respectfully explained our positions and cleared some confusion (like how tumblr works, how you can block tags to avoid content you don't like, how old the tumblr fandom is, how old you have to be to join, etc.) That resulted in this post of mine where I explained the other side alongside our own, as I didn't think anyone else had done so. Their position boiled down to kids (young teens) can find this and it can make them uncomfortable, so they wanted to depend them, and they'd had recent discourse tumblr was unaware of that made them react stronger. The person on IG also made a story post talking about it.

Afterwards, there were some more serious posts about the issue on our side, sympathetic to people uncomfortable while still affirming that it's not our responsibility to curate others online experience.

Things were calm for a day or two, but then because of the way confession accounts work, confessions from before the other person and I had spoken were posted, and that delay ignited things again. So then rinse and repeat, but less intensely. I reached out and spoke to people again (I talk about me reaching out because I don't know who, if anyone, else did). More clarification posts were made, I offered my tumblr as a direct contact for IG people who wanted to talk.

Things started to calm again, but there wasn't really a final conclusion or resolution, as the confessions account hosting all this was deleted before that could happen. I'm not sure why, as I spoke directly with that person prior and she said she wanted to continue giving people a space to talk, even if it was overwhelming. But that's where we're at.

This was back in August, and it hasn't been brought up since. But it wasn't fun for anyone involved and was deeply distressing, which is why I emphasize to talk to us if you have an issue with something. We want to help! We want you to enjoy being here and online! We will do what we can, but that will only work if you do your part, too. That means unfollow or block people posting stuff you don't like, block tags for content you don't want to see. Discourse incidents like this can be avoided.

But that was the IG incident, so now you know! I'm sure you can find a lot more, but this is the gist of how it played out--at least from my perspective. This is how I saw and experienced it, but I'm one person. But if anyone has further questions or wants to know anything, I can do my best to explain!