#manchild fanfiction

[manibolly]

James and Sarasvati

Manchild fanfiction

Anthony Head

[careless-with-your-heart]

WIPWIPWIP

Just humming along on my fic. *happy dance* Chapter 6 is zooming!

WIP - Lay You in the Ground (Blaine x OC)

(snippet):

“I didn’t come here to participate in your existential crisis,” she teases—but she can’t keep the edge out of her voice.

Too close. He’s getting too close. You’re telling him too much. Shut your mouth, Catherine.

“And I didn’t ask to be where you came to hide out. But here we are.” He shrugs one shoulder, an eyebrow lifting. It’s deceptively domestic here, him cross-legged in her bed in his worn jeans and Toadies t-shirt, his suit jacket and expensive black boots and dress socks left in a pile on the rug beside the dresser. Two coffee mugs rest on the single nightstand. Kitty had smiled when he’d started a pot of coffee at noon—and it made sense when Blaine had given her a half-smile and said, “Caffeine gets the old ticker going faster. Makes me feel a little more…y’know.”

Human, she had finished in her head.

She looks down at his hands now, at the black polish that she had carefully painted over his nails, under his watchful and worried gaze.

“Blaine, I don’t need to be rescued.”

“Really? Because you’re doing a shitty job of it by yourself.”

[beastsovrevelation]

I guess, first of all, any of my fanworks with Michael Langdon might just need to include major canon divergence. Both Mr. and Mrs. Michael Langdon, and if I ever do anything with Millory.

For example, he'd need to be more mature. Since, he'd probably become a father. And, because canon Michael would be a nightmare to romance.

[psuedochakra]

happy day another square for the @ao3tagbingo and my first bingo! fandom: real genius, Collateral (film) pairing: Chris Knight/Vincent tags: anal fingering, masturbation, kidnapping, implied/referenced noncon, dubious consent

This one was going so many places before I finally got it. I low-key like this ship, so I wanna come back to it. Also working on a hollywolf mob au because I've been rewatching the sopranos again

[chaifootsteps]

wr.t. leaks (spoilers, duh!). Viv really chose the most boring and uninspired rendition of Alastor possible, and I could not be more disappointed. The signs were definitely there in Season 1, but if you wanted to you could easily dismiss as sloppy writing and one-time reactions to extraordinary events.

Like, I know no fan is *entitled* to have their particular interpretation of a character be validated, but... really? He's been reduced to the form of a one-dimensional, entitled manchild you might find as the villain of a self-insert fanfiction. Ohhhh nooo luci hurt his feefees and Rosie didn't actually make him an all powerful god, so time to storm out and whine about it. Why make a deal in the first place? Well, duh, he gleefully murdered so many people for trivial inconveniences he didn't wanna end up a tortured soul in Hell. He's basically Valentino, but, on the 'good team', and not a rapist (yet.), or Adam, or Vox, or Mammon, or Stella (frankly, you could even put Stolas in this bucket, if he weren't so unintentionally manipulative). A parody of a threatening character, incapable of creating conflict in any way that doesn't involve waving around a big stick and reminding everyone and the audience who the author blessed with magical power don't you forget it!

I've said this about pilot!fanon!Lucifer too, but, the fandom interpretations are just objectively more interesting. It's not like you can't write a story, or even a good story, about an entitled man drunk on power obsessed with his own image and getting what he thinks he's owed. But why would you 1) choose an enslaved racial minority character (!!!) to do this and 2) do it instead of multiple more compelling options given you already have multiple of this exact character on the cast?

Fanon!Alastor has emotions other than anger and insecure whining, he just can't express them because decades of crawling his way up two different hostile societies have beaten into him never expressing vulnerability. His very smile is symbol of societies like Hell ultimately victimize both the powerful abusers and their victims. Fanon!Alastor had a deal with ___ not because he's drunk on his own desire to murder but because he's vulnerable to the very same weakness and temptation he's learned to exploit in others. Fanon!Alastor has a natural dual conflict with Charlie: Alastor's connections and practical knowledge represent a way of making her dream a reality, at the cost of potentially corrupting her and having her get there in an incorrect/immoral way. And Charlie's dream presents Alastor with a pathway to more power and stability, but unbeknownst to him threatens to unwind his entire psyche in allowing himself to care about something. Fanon!Alastor, far from being image-obsessed with a need to be constantly in the limelight, is capable of being subtle, fading into the background when it benefits him.

I could go on, but I'm just tired. It hurts me that, come release, fan works which I enjoy making and reading will be expected to comply with this. I don't want to write Alastor this way. I don't want to be told I'm writing him 'wrong' for not doing it. I hope that in some way the earlier fanons are preserved and kept alive even as canon is polluted with all this slop.

It's sad and exhausting, for sure. It also doesn't help that the standom will attack you pretty viciously if you have the audacity to prefer the pilot to the actual series.

[endlessburningdarkness]

**I headcanon their relationship falls apart anyway, even without a reveal, bc there's only so long Shen Yuan can lie to himself and put up with terrible sex and LBHs manchild behaviour. I imagine he logs out at some point and returns to his real life.**

Can you develop more this, please? =)

Through most of the story, Shen Yuan is going from one crisis to another. He doesn't have time to sit down and think and be honest with himself. After the story ends, and he has to think beyond just surviving I imagine he will eventually realize he wants more than a relationship built on a lie, and terrible sex and the life of a cultivator.

I imagine he'll crave modern things more and more, not to mention, finally remembering his family and the life he left behind, the life he could've had, where he doesn't have to get his arse ripped open bc the protagonist will cry and destroy the world if he doesn't feel sufficiently "loved". Isn't it telling that both LBH and SY's idea of love requires sex, which one of them doesn't enjoy?

I also imagine he won't be able to deny how manipulative and coercive LBH is, and LBHs appeal as a character (and he does still consider LBH a character even in the end, its why he insists on bottoming, bc the stallion protagonist couldn't possibly take it up the arse) will dwindle and fade away.

It's like how you like badboys in fiction, but if you really had to deal with one irl day in and day out for years on end, you'd say fuck it and pack your bags. If the story book world is now real, that means real human emotions and realistic reactions to things, and I can't see Shen Yuan, realistically, wanting to stay.

So he would find an out, either by killing himself or just logging out and going back home. I don't think LBH would let him leave, and he knows that. It's why he feels so pressured to keep LBH happy and content and sees it as his responsibility, bc an unhappy LBH = world ending. Eventually though, he'd get over that idea, once he has time to pause and think things through and sort out his feelings and get used to his new, disappointing life.

Maybe Shen Yuan becomes the new protagonist, and lives out his dream of being LBH. bc that's the real reason he was reading th original novel, it was a male power fantasy, and Shen Yuan bought into that. He wants the power fantasy and he'll ultimately have to confront his own unhappiness and disappointment within himself. There's only so long you can lie to yourself. Shen Yuan lies to himself in order to survive, but once survival is secured, he will have ample time to realize he's been lying to himself, and that he doesn't want to continue.

And maybe some things are worse than death. I can't imagine years of lying and being coerced into a relationship with painful and humiliating sex is gonna feel any different from torture via human stick a few years down the line.

Him logging out and continuing with his normal life is probably the funniest outcome. I can see him writing fanfiction of Shen Qingqiu becoming a demon lord and fucking LBH/women as a sort of therapeutic exercise to deal with his trauma in the real world afterwards.

Honestly, I think he'd be relived to escape and probably give up his online hating. Which is ultimately the message mxtx wanted to send by writing a story about a straight online troll ending up getting fucked in the arse so badly he bleeds every time. don't hate in front of the author's face, aka the comment section, which is what Shen Yuan was shamelessly doing, harassing the author so much the author remembers all his comments. It would be a nice ending to say he learned his lesson?

But i also don't think an online hater deserves what Shen Yuan is put through in the story as "punishment" for his bad behaviour. It's not that serious imo. Good thing its a fantasy story and doesn't take itself too seriously. It would be a lot more depressing then, and not nearly as funny.

I may have gone a little offtopic. Oh well.

[moniquill]

Dear GRRM: Git Gud, Scrub.

So this article showed up on my facebook feed: https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/article/2024/jul/17/game-of-thrones-writers-dismay-as-he-is-frozen-out-of-glasgow-sci-fi-event-worldcon

‘Frozen out’

No, you whiny manchild, you didn’t fill out the application correctly. You don’t get to bypass the very simple process just because you’re Big Famous. 

“despite his keenness to be involved” “ I am not on any programming. It is not for lack of trying, though”

If you were keen to be involved, you’d have logged into planorama like everyone else.

I made a post about my panel pitches back in april: https://www.tumblr.com/moniquill/747207445292761088/without-telling-you-what-panels-im-pitching-for

These are the panels I’m going to be on - online only, I’m not going to glasgow in person.

Indigenous Futurisms in Conversation

Saturday, August 10, 2024, 5:30 PM GMT

If the future is indigenous, what forms might it take? How do indigenous writers draw from their diverse traditions, languages, myths, music, and art to challenge colonial storytelling? What concerns are shared across indigenous futurisms and how do they diverge? This panel brings different imaginations of indigenous futures into conversation, emphasizing diversity while opening the possibility for building bridges between communities.

Everything We Love (a Little or a Lot) About Fanfiction

Saturday, August 10, 2024, 10:00

What do we love about fanfic?  The ships! Alternate realities! Adult topics! Fix-it fic! X-reader! More adventures! Why does an original procedural have gay pirates as a main trope? And why did action-adventure sci-fi spawn the coffee shop AU? Do we just always want something else? Or ever more of a very good thing? Join this panel as we get our squee on.

The Myth of the Wilderness

Sunday, August 11, 2024, 4:00 PM GMT+1

Is the wilderness a myth? Indigenous groups say the land weeps without people; people who care for it properly, that is. How do writers of the fantastic use wilderness settings? Is the wild a friend or foe? Are wild places their own characters, or only mirrors to human strengths and weaknesses?

Appropriation Versus Inspiration

Sunday, August 11, 2024, 11:30 PM GMT+1

Writers often find inspiration outside the familiar. How do we draw influence from other cultures without appropriating their history and identity?

I’ll be posting links here on my tumblr, when they’re live. 

[spookynebula]

I hate Ghost fanfiction that infantilizes Copia and reduces him to a stuttering baby manchild.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for not believing that someone was dead and digging up their grave to prove my point?

(AU/Fanfiction post)

Okay, I know the title probably makes me sound bad, but hear me out.

For context: I (43M) have been trying for almost eight years to expose and kill the man, a person I’ll just be calling J (40M), who caused the death of my wife, B. That bastard did things to B that I can’t say here, but she’s been missing for eight years, the police think that she’s dead, and I won’t ever be convinced that J isn’t the reason she’s gone.

The problem with just putting J’s head on a pike in Central Park like the fucking animal he is was that he was a world-famous superhero, and he was a pretty goddamn powerful one. Flight, laser eyes, impenetrable skin, superstrength, all those works, and he’s backed by a massive corporation (we’ll call them V) which will cover up everything he does, which includes what he did to B. And apparently, J’s corporate creators have thrown everything they can think of at this fucker to see if their science project was a success, and none of it put a dent in J. If I was still a believer, I’d say that God is laughing His white-robed ass off at my expense.

J sounds like the kind of wanker that could never be killed by anyone, right? That’s what me along with all my friends in on the plot to take J down thought too at this point. I’d just given a contact in the CIA some incriminating evidence about V’s corruption, only to be seemingly proven wrong. V announced that J had been KIA by some bullshit rival organization with a potent nerve gas.

Nerve gas, killing J. What a bloody joke. I didn’t believe it for a second, but the others? They all were happy to accept it and move on. To them, J was dead and V was being nailed to a plank like Christ on Good Friday after their shitstorm was exposed to the public. But I still wasn’t happy. Despite what my friends and the CIA tried to tell me I didn’t believe that J was dead. V saw what was coming and gave J some bullshit fake death and now he’s living somewhere in the Caribbean or somewhere like that getting lap dances from a conga line of exotic tarts. I would have bet my left bullock on it.

The funeral was soon after, almost too soon, and it was diabolical. V threw a lot of money I didn’t think they’d have after all the allegations into this thing. A gold-plated coffin, massive service with J’s ex delivering the eulogy (judging by her face and flat acting I’m pretty sure she was forced by V) along with a fling (we can call her S, she was on J’s team too) of one my friends performing a music number in J’s memory. They even had an American flag draped over his coffin along with the flowers, like J was some great military leader and not a spoiled manchild they fed powers to out of a bottle. Over the top cock-up, if you ask me.

But I was gobsmacked during the wake to see an actual body in the casket, I was expecting it to be closed. It definitely looked like J, down to every last detail, V had him in that stupid hero uniform and everything. He looked almost like he was peacefully sleeping. I wanted to jab at his skin with a pin from my sister-in-law’s hair to see if it would go through, I would know then if it was really him because there’s no way a pin would be able to go through J, even if he was dead. My in-laws and the friend with me wouldn’t let me though, bloody cowards that they were. They just forced me to give my SIL her pin back and to go sit down with them.

I watched the whole service, watched them carry out that golden monstrosity and lower it into the ground. I even stayed after the service to watch them pour dirt into the grave. It wasn’t enough. I’d seen J’s body, but I still wasn’t sure that it was actually real. That it wasn’t fake or some kind of double. Everyone thought that me going to the funeral would give me closure, but it only did the opposite. Even going to my aunt’s house for a cuppa and seeing my dog wasn’t enough to calm my nerves.

It was after a few pints and getting proper trollied that I got the idea to go back to the city and then break into V’s tower for some answers. So the next morning I took my pistol and crowbar and got into the tower, but I guess I wasn’t careful enough and set off an alarm or maybe walked past too many cameras because their security caught me before I could even make it halfway up. I may have lost the plot a bit, I may have threatened to kill the rest of J’s team, the police found my pistol on me when they got there. They charged me with felony trespassing and, later, tacked on assault for shooting S with my rifle in an earlier incident (she has powers just like J does, give me a break) after she ID’ed me. I got five years and a pile of restraining orders.

I was out on parole after almost two years, so as soon as I got my clothes, money, and the rifle I hid I cut my ankle monitor and legged it. I was on a mission; I was going to find out what killed J, if he was even dead at all, and my friends were going to help me. It wasn’t hard to find them, they’d scattered after J was announced dead but apparently decided to have a meeting of sorts after hearing about me getting out of prison. S was there, so I ended up violating my restraining order, but what the fuck ever. We got into an argument and S threatened to drag me to the nearest police station. It turned into a sudden intervention with everyone insisting to me that J was dead and that I had to let him go. S kept vehemently insisting that he was gone, that he was never coming back. And then I got a call on my cellphone.

My first thought was that it was my SIL or maybe my aunt, so I answered, ready to have to defend myself for violating parole. It wasn’t any of them though. I knew that voice, that fucking voice. It was J, saying my name like he wasn’t sure it was me he’d reached. It was him, I swear on my dead brother’s grave that it was him. My first thought was that J called to taunt me and the first thing I asked him was what the fuck was going on. He didn’t taunt me though. J sounded… scared. I’ve never heard him sound like that, not even in any of the movies he’s starred it. That wasn’t right, J doesn’t get scared. He told me that he couldn’t think of anyone else to call, that V were pieces of shit (no kidding), that his teammates betrayed him, and that he was being held against his will out of the country and some pretty awful things were being done to him. J was calling me from a payphone and the call cut before I could get any meaningful information out of him.

I was raving at that point. S had gone quiet, but the others were trying to convince me that it must have been a prank call, with the one who went with me to the funeral pointing out to me that we saw the body. That made me remember the body, and I yelled at S when the realization hit me before running out of the room. I took some tools and got back into my car before peeling off to the cemetery J was supposedly buried in.

It was right in the middle of January in New York when this happened, so actually digging into the dirt after I’d hopped the cemetery wall and found the grave was a bitch and a half. I used a pickaxe to break apart the frozen dirt, then the shovel to scoop up the pieces and toss them aside. My friends showed up soon after, I guess they followed me. S wasn’t with them. They kept on trying to get me to stop digging and kept calling me crazy. They must have accepted that I wasn’t letting up though when I just kept digging and let me keep going, but they kept telling me that if I turned out to be wrong they were going to turn me in themselves. I just told them that it was a good thing I wasn’t wrong then.

It took me all night, but I got all the way down to the concrete box the casket was in, and I busted the seams with a sledgehammer before having one of the others who has superstrength help lift it. The others just wouldn’t shut up about how messed up this was as I used my crowbar to pry open the coffin. The body was all sunken and decayed and smelled like shit, but I just slid down J’s uniform and exposed his chest. I couldn’t help but hold my breath when I hovered my pocketknife over the body, then I sank it in.

The skin broke with little resistance. I knew right then, but I cut the chest all the way open just to prove my point. The others didn’t seem at all convinced though, so I cut off one of the body’s fingers and put it in my coat pocket and took some pictures of the cut open chest. We all left after that; the sun was rising and we didn’t want to be there when people started showing up.

After that, I found my CIA contact, R. I couldn’t just walk into her office, I was already wanted for my parole violation and apparently the security cameras at the cemetery caught my face, so I was also wanted for “desecrating the resting place of a national hero” (the media has always been V’s personal ball-ticklers). So, I got into the back of R’s car and waited. It didn’t take long for her to show up and start driving, I guess I scared her when I sat up because R almost crashed the car, then she started yelling at me and made a U-turn, telling me that she was going back to the station to turn me in. She changed her tune though when I explained the phone call from J that I got, showed her the pictures, and gave her the finger to take and run a DNA test on it. She made me get out of the car, but agreed to test the finger under the same conditions my friends gave me: if I’m wrong and the DNA is a match for J’s, I’ll spend the rest of my life in a black site.

To make a long story shorter, while we were waiting for the results to come in I had one of my friends, F, pull some contacts and trace J’s call, which we tracked back to a payphone in Russia, and S fessed up to V getting sick of cleaning up J’s messes and agreeing to sell him out to some private research company based there. Everyone on J’s team was in on it because of how he is, the only one who wouldn’t agree was blackmailed. S insisted that she didn’t know anything about J possibly being mistreated, and that she’d been told that he was going to be held in a maximum security prison for supes with experimental technology to keep him contained. That still might be true, we don’t know for sure yet. All I know is that J sounded terrified of the prospect of being caught by his captors and he described some heinous things being done to him. If J was lying and pretending that he was being treated horribly, I don’t think he’d pretend to be afraid, his head’s too inflated for that; he’d pretend to be righteous and angry about it.

It only took three days for R to get back to me with results from the DNA testing, and I put her on speakerphone with everyone except S (she had to go back to V’s tower) in the room. She confirmed my suspicions; the DNA did not match. In fact, while the DNA did match with someone in the database, it wasn’t J. It was another supe, one with shapeshifting powers. Apparently V made them take the form of J, then they killed them so that they’d have a convincing corpse to put in the casket and show the world in order to convince everyone that J had truly died.

Despite me being right though, my friends are still looking at me weird and calling me crazy, saying that I’m bonkers. I turned out to be right, I don’t think I did anything wrong, but they won’t let up. So, am I the arsehole?

TL;DR: scumbag’s corporate overlords claimed he died and held a funeral, I didn’t believe that bullocks so I broke into their tower, got thrown in prison for it, then once I was out I cut my ankle monitor — because fuck parole — and dug up his grave. Turns out I was right, but everyone else thinks I’m crazy.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Vivziepoop You Don't Know Your Own Characters (Terrible Excuse For How Moxxie Was So Obnoxious In This Episode And Again This Wasn't A Millie Focused Story)

Vivizepoop there is a difference between being a theater kid and being a narcissistic insecure manchild who needs validation from children. Seriously, Moxxie in this episode went against his character of being professional on a mission with a few moral qualms when it comes to things like families. However, you just made him so insecure about his wife upstaging him (which hasn't been a problem before) that he gets into a fight with her over it, while hypocritically saying she's wasting time.

Also haven't we already gotten tons of Moxxie led episodes it ain't new sister. This also goes back on your promise that we would see more of Millie and her personality, but it looks like you could uphold it. This just proves to your critics that you really can't write anything about Millie that doesn't tie her back as Moxxie's wife. She has to always be attached to him in your mind.

Also nuance your characters have gotten more and more flatter over time due to the fact that you again base things on popular fanfiction tropes rather than what was previously shown of the characters. If you don't want to have your work be called fanfiction then don't write like this is fanfiction for your own stories.

[manibolly]

Annelise: "I think we tired him out last night."

Annelise, James and Sarasvati

Manchild fanfiction

Original fanfiction

Anthony Head

[thetownwecallhome]

OOC: My biggest regrets regarding this webcomic. And, what's to come.

(( bad grammar intended.

In case you're worried I'm being badged by bad reviews and/or "focusing too much on the bad"--- no. These are self-criticisms I've always had about this comic. It's always a joy to see you guys like it so much and there are some comics I love more than others and return to reread just for myself; but I think it's fine to have a healthy self-critical lens about your work sometimes. Just as long as you don't go 2000s-era Lucas and try retconning everything. So without further ado:

>Dislike the earliest gag where Jack complains about being 'fat'.

>Keeping art consistent and low-effort so it wouldn't take so much work.

>Introducing the Holiday leaders like I did. So underwhelming.

>"Mothball" [*sideshow bob grumble of pain*]

>While we're on it that earlier depiction of Clown being a jerk to Sally and Sally needing to be pepped-up by Jack to feel good about herself. Like 'Mothball' is needs a serious rewriting of dialogue to make it bearable ((to me)).

>"Packing Up" for reasons that should be painfully obvious later when I finish making Halloween Town comics. (it goes against current continuity in my headcanon)

>Really I regret how I wrote Sally and Jack a lot throughout the years. You can tell I was battling different takes about the characters and rationalizing them. I made Sally way too demur and Fluttershy-ish when she's not that kind of shrinking violet meanwhile Jack's either too kind and mature or too wrapped in guilt. For Sally I think I was operating on the logic that og-Carolyn-Thompson-script-softspoken-Sally > better then how she is in the movie because someone in my life was trying to convince me Sally was underdeveloped, and with Jack it's being hit w people saying he's an absolute incel or got away with everything in the film* and my coping by giving him more obvious guilt. Though, in fairness, Oogies Revenge, Kingdom Hearts and the fanbase didn't help that disparity by claiming Jack's just a cinnamon roll. Half of the reason "Ask Jack Skellington" prompts ever existed is so I could have an excuse to make Jack the spooky-doofy manchild of terror he is. I neglected that part of him for so long and he and Sally would be so upset with me. I failed you my babies.

>I think the joke of Jack being way too naive about how violent the other holidays actually are and/or oblivious to what adults use Halloween for is overdone in my work. I've done that gag like four times now I think.

>Unnecessarily hating on Lock, Shock, and Barrel for no reason. I think it shows just how much I didn't care for the characters before Zero's Journey came out.

>The Beetlejuice ask/reply comic from like 2015 or 16 whatever is not canon.

>Jack and Sally were too smexual in my earlier gags. Good god I REALLY hadn't figured out my asexuality, or theirs, for that matter.

>Like Jack suffering more +being too riddled by guilt, I think I made Oogie way too OP in my Oogie's Revenge (the prequel story to the entire comic) outline.

>This is a problem I have with all of my work but I hate the walls of text and run-ons all the characters do. It takes me out of my own fanfiction when it's just so obvious when I'm talking vs when the characters are. "Sally and the Doctor suffers from this a LOT".

>So many decisions made regarding plotpoints and plotlines that I think I muddled along the way or did way too quickly as it's obvious I don't have an exact outline for any of this fan stuff I'm throwing out. I really wanted to emphasize Harley and Mayor's blooming romance more than I did. They deserved so much better.

>AUGHTHEAWFULSELF-EDITED TEXT I DID IN 2015-2016 WAS TORTURE WHY DID I EVER THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA???!

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All of this is to say, one day, if Oddities or my patreon makes enough dough and my SSI sitch isn't so fragile or fluctuating- I really wanna hire a beta editor/artist to be my extra pair of hands in sprucing this comic up and making it more articulate, readable and complete for my liking. And yes, it HAS to be a hired job. I can't promise big bucks but I refuse to hand that kind of responsibility to someone without compensation. This comic's too big.

As far as what to expect from the comic after this year, here's all I can tell you for my endgame plan:

I plan to go until 2027, when this blog will be 13 years old.

I want to make next year special as it'll be 31 years of Nightmare Before Christmas then.

You're gonna get a new character soon. Don't worry; they won't distract from the og cast too much. In fact they literally go to jail.

More of Halloween Town in the human world to come.

More Wolfman and Vampire brothers shenanigans.

Jack and Sally past tyme.

One of these final years Ima do something really special with the other holiday worlds and leaders. You'll see.

None of the characters will double die but I will be basically ripping off a spongebob episode.

No one from Halloween Town is ever going to meet anyone from New Holland. You are going to get a Beetlejuice character, but not a full blown crossover.

))

[brainhurtyqueen]

I'm delusional, and I just wanted to write a happily married older YakDot. Where Dot is a tired wife and raises three kids, and her simp of husband, who is a manchild, Yakko.

Today's Prompt: "Fine, explain it to me."

Fanfiction: one-shot

Fandom: Animaniacs

Warning: Brother/Sister Incest, short one shot, fluff and humor

(On ao3)

[beevean]

🗝️ favorite antagonist?

🐻‍❄️(if in multiple) your favorite fandom and why?

🌸 a ship others dislike but you don’t?

Avast! Engagement upon ye and questions for the author among us!

🗝️: I said my favorite AA antagonist, so let's answer for my favorite fandoms :P

Sonic: well, our good man Eggman himself! Can't get better than the greatest scientific genius in the world :P my man has survived Sonic more times than gods have. He's a jolly old fellow with a passion for amusement parks who will casually turn nature into a pollutted wasteland, deface ancient ruins to put his face on them, destroy the moon, chain planets, enslave alien races, and all sorts of funny war crimes! And sure, he went through a phase where he relied on gods for help, but unlike many villains of his era, he's admirably hands-on in his questo to squash Sonic.

Aside from him, I think I made clear that I find Infinite endearing in his odd way. He feels like a parody of "cool" villains like Mephiles, so over the top and such a braggart but at the end of the day he's a bully on a leash... a leash Eggman is happy to yank once Infinite makes one too many mistakes in his arrogance. I like that Infinite is the hothead while Eggman is the more careful guy with experience. But I don't know, maybe it's because of his design (unironically really good) or his voice, he's fun to have on screen. I wish they kept his backstory of being an artificial creature, though.

Castlevania: the other guy voiced by Liam O'Brien :P

Isaac is a delight and people who don't like him are just mean. I could go on and on about him, his hypocrisy, how he's genuinely clever but he wastes it because he sees himself as a weapon, his tragic backstory and fate and how I understand why he'd want Hector dead, how he refuses to hurt Julia despite his insanity, how you can infer so many things from his design, especially how he got tattooed from head to toe (in particular the Devil Forgemaster crest) and the fact that he went through the trouble of making himself a collar... but you know what? He's just fun. My man struts in the first cutscene and mocks Hector for not being able to save Rosaly while wiggling his hips at him. He plays him like a fiddle, not because Hector is a dumbass manchild, but because Isaac just knows him and his emotions so well. He's so cruel and petty and bitter and very horny for both Hector and Trevor which understandable, a joy to punch to death in his boss fights but also pitiable by the end, as he was after all just as much of a pawn as Hector was. I wanted more of him. I wanted an Isaac mode :(

Eggman 🤝 Isaac: they don't need to be "humanized" by shitty stories by being made artificially softer, because they are grand ol' bastards and sometimes being grand ol' bastards is enough - plus they are already fleshed out enough in their own bastard way lol

🐻‍❄️: I'm chilling in the game CV fandom because it's the perfect size :) there are enough people that still engage and make fanart (haven't checked for fanfiction in a while lol) but not enough to become intolerable.

🌸: Knuxamy doesn't seem to be very liked. When #62 came out, the only time I felt joy reading IDW lol, I saw a lot of comments like "THEY ARE SIBLINGS YOUR HONOR!". And ah. Usually people who pull this card will accuse you of being "gross" if you see a romantic angle instead :\

And I still remember the frustration when Great Ace Attorney Chronicles came out, and people were just so mean to Baroryuu, mostly because everyone hated Barok :\ thankfully that seems to have died out, and Baroryuu is now in the top 3 ships for GAA.

Can't think of anything for CV. I'm not sure which ships are actively disliked. Most are ignored lol.

[mangodestroyer]

Again, when is misogyny just going to fucking die already???

I'll bet you anything, six years from now when I'm 30, I'll still be writing fanfiction. And I'll probably be better at it too! I know I've definitely improved since I started a decade ago.

But, yeah. I am very disturbed by how women are just expected to... not be people and enjoy themselves... ever. Like... ig we're just supposed to sacrifice everything and dedicate our lives to some stupid man and whatever kids we end up having with him. Ofc, stupid manchild is allowed to have hobbies. He's allowed to retreat to his "man cave" and almost never interact with you or help around the house. He's allowed to stay up all night playing video games, making animal noises at sports with his friends, or collecting action figures while nerding out over the "lore." Hell... I actually enjoy some of the things these men like! But I never go out of my way to bond with nerdy men. They aren't exactly... welcoming.

And guys... it goes beyond the hobbies. There also seems to be some unwritten rule that women are just expected to care for their partner when they enter a relationship. And expect nothing in return. Seriously. It's like people think we enjoy this or something. Just saying... any time I've been courted, it didn't feel like there was any actual attempt at getting to know me or developing a friendship with me. There seemed to be more of this expectation that I would just give up everything I love to serve the other person... because maybe they're sometimes nice to me? Guys, am I delulu for thinking your partner should also be your best friend? For being turned off when I was expected to fulfill some kind of "duty" and give up on things I love because they make me "selfish?" I don't even want kids! I want someone I can travel with, cuddle, exist peacefully around... omfg what a unicorn! /s

And, not to be toxic, but I've gotten to the point where it's hard for me not to roll my eyes sometimes when I see men going crazy over their hobbies. Or nerding out over something. Or acting foolish in public. Or watching their wife/girlfriend brag about spoiling them/treating them like an adult baby. Or when they obsess over their huge life ambitions or whatever while the people in their lives happily support them. Like, okay? Good for you? What if I want some of that too? Seriously... guess who became convinced that they can't have a relationship while going to graduate school because it would make them a "selfish" partner? Guess who sometimes feels ridiculous for even considering that as a life choice? And yet men have no issues doing this all the time! Meanwhile... it was "cute" when I "roleplayed" as a smartie in hs taking advanced classes, but people stopped taking my education all that seriously once I got to college. No joke. They were shocked and a little concerned when I got admitted into a more prestigious institution. A whole lot of, "Are you sure?" Meanwhile, my male sibling was encouraged to go there the moment he walked! And... he's a hs dropout.

Also, could you imagine having a partner who is enthusiastic about taking you out somewhere nice? Or literally doing anything, ANYTHING because it makes you happy? I can't!

Ugh! Sorry this is such a rant! It was a tough pill to swallow, realizing how deep all this bs goes! Anyway, I sometimes wonder if I would actually be interested in dating men/having kids if things weren't like this. But since I'm not a human being to a concerning number of people... I'm not giving this world a child! Let the birth rate plummet!

Anyway, I'm going to continue with my studies and read amazing fanfiction about wholesome relationships that will probably never exist for me. All because of some stupid organ I was born with that causes people to dismiss me as some "worthless" maid!

[theaussieblue]

Gonna vent for a while about what I don't like to read. Long post, putting in a break.

TBH one of the things I hate the most about Sonic fanfiction is when Sonic is made out to be incredibly... incredibly trashy.

I've been reading fanfic that's good and then it turns out that Sonic is some sort of borderline stupid idiot who can barely function in basic civilization and it make me somewhat disgruntled.

Examples that I hate in fics I've read:

Sonic trying to buy a childog even though he doesn't have the money, instead choosing to rely on his natural charm to convince people to give him what he wants with this being presented as normal.

Sonic not knowing how to cook - not an unwillingness to cook, actually does NOT know how to cook even the most basic things, like boiling rice, and can't even peel and chop a carrot.

Sonic's entire diet being nothing but snack foods he buys from the store with a serious aversion to anything approaching a proper meal.

Sonic being terrible at looking after or raising Tails (or any other child) - and I don't mean because he's malicious or cruel, just so shockingly incompetent in a number of terrible ways that Child Services should intervene to save Tails from Sonic.

Sonic being thoughtless or inconsiderate towards his friends. Sonic making a mistake isn't a problem, but if he just shrugs off his mistakes with arrogance and disregards his friends feelings then I don't like that.

Sonic being completely clueless in a social setting. If it's a fish out of water type situation where he's making understandable mistakes but is trying his best, this okay. If it's "Sonic doesn't know how to behave at a cafe without acting like a feral manchild" that's not. Ties in with the above about being thoughtless or inconsiderate.

Sonic being poorly literate or otherwise having trouble doing the most basic intellectual tasks. Examples include: having trouble reading a young adults novel. Having trouble counting money or figuring out change. Unable to play a board game - not because he's having trouble staying still, but because he cannot grasp the rules.

Basically, to sum it up, If you've written Sonic so he sounds like a deadbeat version of David Lister I'm going to very quickly lose interest.