#sorry if this isn’t well written

[the-krakens-bitch]

One of the reasons why I could never read ‘real person’ fanfic is the inability to construct and adapt the appropriate characteristics to each being within the media.

With fictional characters, there's an established understanding of what the audience (dramatic irony) and each character know about each other whether this was compiled through what the character says, how the other characters explain them, interactions, characters' past (either shown in a flashback or told) and or parallels between them and other situations/characters within the media.

Personally, one of the elements of fanfiction that I enjoy is seeing how other people perceive and understand the characters, as well as the characters' relationships with other characters and how they react to certain circumstances; either given by the narrative itself (canon events) or the audience's decision (fanfic).

As the audience, it is a privilege to insepct and examine the small and unique aspects of the characters to analyse and connect elements within the narrative to develop a deep understanding of them. However, this can’t happen with real people.

In real life, there is no story arch, there is no specific camera angles, no specifc lighting, no intentionly writing choices, no additonal codes and conventions that explore a story deeper into the text of reality.

Especially famous people, more specially youtubers; within an increasingly parasocial world, where the audiences are becoming progressively closer towards the artist, it is harder to seperate the audience's belief that they know that particular person/group.

I think this is most obvious within the One direction/5 seconds of summer phase of the early 2010s, but it has yet to decrease due to the prevelent evolution of what is considered the norm of social media interaction with the artist and the fan.

Therefore artist will present in the 'so called' suitable character that they want to present at a given time. Implying that in particular circumstance, either promoting new music or movie, playing a game, peforming and so on, they will display the appropriate characteristics to go with that aim.

The audience cannot take this and deem it as their personality, or decode that they are 'faking' or pretending in front of the camera. I think there's a belief that famous people, more specifically Youtubers will either be their 100% authentic selves or become a completely different person in front of a camera, but that is not true. They are becoming an alternative version of themself for a performance.

In summary, I think the idea of reading fanfic about real people exacerbates the parasocial relationship that social media is now normalizing. Such as depersonalizing public figures into caricatures of themself and placing them into fabricated renditions of what that particular audience desires from them.

[zorosdimples]

cw: mentions of breeding and some silliness. sweet choso!

choso’s vocabulary is ever-evolving. it’s a unique task, helping a grown man learn to articulate himself. (in spite of the half-cursed blood that thrums through his veins, you insist—always—that he’s a man, first and foremost.)

slang proves to be a never-ending area of education for your boyfriend; he often comes to you, phone in hand, plum eyes all but pleading.

it’s a sunny saturday morning and you’re lounging on the couch with him when he nudges your arm and thrusts his phone towards you. “can you tell me what this means?”

your gazes flits down to the screen. there’s a photo of jennifer lawrence in a sultry pose—likely an editorial for a magazine. “what’s this?”

“yuuji retweeted this photo. he likes her,” choso states matter-of-factly.

he peers over your shoulder and scrolls down to the replies, clicking on the one he doesn’t understand. it simply reads: she breedable af.

you brows shoot up and you swallow a giggle. “oh,” you say, attempting gloss over your initial surprise. “i see.”

“af means ‘as fuck,’ i remember that,” he offers before looking to you.

“that’s right. um, you know what breeding is, yeah?” you swallow, unsure of your own trepidation. perhaps it has to do with choso’s earnestness—his desire to learn, to embrace his humanity, to better relate to you.

he nods. “mating.”

“yep. so, if someone refers to jennifer lawrence as breedable, it means that they… want to breed her.”

“they want to procreate with her,” he asserts.

“uh—basically, yeah.”

your boyfriend seems content with your answer and presses a cool kiss to your cheek. “thank you.”

a few weeks later, you’re getting ready to go out on a date with choso. you’re dressed in a rich aubergine—the same color as his irises. when he knocks on the bathroom door and asks if you’re ready, you open it up with a smile; his eyes go wide.

“like what you see?” you tease, taking his wide palms and pressing them to your waist.

he swallows before nodding a little frantically, firmly holding you like a lifeline. “you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, smearing his lips against the crown of your head. “very breedable,” he adds before you pull him in for a heated kiss.

maybe it’s silly, but you can’t help but hope that his compliment foreshadows the evening ahead.

[anonymous-dentist]

btw guys qSpreen was kind of a bastard lol, and he did in fact make a deal with the devil to cheat in a competition to make tacos. Him killing Missa and Roier’s pets was part of the deal, yeah, but him killing Roier wasn’t. Even Rubius was surprised from his pov, it was crazy!!

When killing Roier, Spreen literally said something that translates to the effect of ‘I have no mercy’, which fits because he’s uh. Spreen.

He wasn’t possessed by the devil. He made attempts to apologize and hang out with Roier afterwards, even if Roier was Not Remotely Interested in what he had to say. The devil didn’t possess him and make him evil towards Ramon, the egg event happened after the betrayal. And the reason why qSpreen left for cigarettes was because ccSpreen didn’t feel like the server was a good fit for him anymore and he left.

The last thing that qSpreen ever did on the server was an illegal activity regarding villager farming iirc, just something against the rules. Cucurucho appeared. Spreen screamed and left the server. And that’s the last thing he ever did.

The devil didn’t kill Spreen. Cucurucho did.

[lavenderscented-stories]

HIIIII HEEY HEELLOOO!!!!! :D

Subspace angst no comfort, no specific scenario but I want that man to SUFFER.🙏💥

Hello! I hope you are doing well yourself, here is your request.

cw // hurt no comfort, inaccurate portrayals of explosions

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Subspace was smart enough to not bring you anywhere near his line of work as you were much too important to be subjected to such dangerous situations, yet you kept poking and prodding about it everyday.

Much like his skin, his resolve slowly corroded overtime as the comfort he felt in your presence grew. He wanted to share the deepest parts of himself yet he knew the risk would be much too taxing for the reward to be worth it, yet despite that knowledge he took the gamble.

It felt so liberating to talk about it!! From small mundane things like an annoying coworker to extravagant breakthroughs like the crystals he told you everything, and you seemed to be so enthralled it somehow made him fall for you more than he already had.

So when you brought up the idea of actually going to his workplace he was most certainly skeptical, but after mulling it over he gave into the temptation.

He wouldn’t realize that it was his worst mistake yet until it was too late.

Subspace strutted through the halls as he prattled about his reputation in his line of work, while he knew you adored him and everything he did he still wanted to brag about his achievements before getting into the finer details of his work.

“Oh yes- I know my work is absolutely enthralling but make sure not to touch anything!! I wouldn’t want my dearest to accidentally explode a… Darling??” The scientist looked behind him to see you yet was met with nothing, his heart sank in worry as he started backtracking through the halls to find you.

He walked through the halls as he called out your name, going from room to room in an even pace filled with more confusion than anything.

Yet you never answered back.

Slowly the dread started seeping in as he quickened his pace and called for you more urgently. Why hadn’t he asked a Biograft to accompany you!? How were you able to slip away so quietly- when did you leave?? Why didn’t he notice that you left?? He was always so attentive so why had he failed now of all times??

Finally he found you. You had somehow found yourself in one of the rooms that held the more dangerous experiments, yet despite regulations it wasn’t locked off. He sighed in relief and was about to call out for you when he noticed that you were reaching out for something.

His eye widened in panic but before he could warn you about the crystal, it was too late.

A catastrophic explosion rang out as Subspace flew back from the impact of the explosion- his head hitting the wall. After a few seconds of recovery he shakily got up and clumsily ran into the room as panic and adrenaline fueled him.

He hastily looked around at the now messy and ruined room trying to look for you. His eyes finally landed on you as his heart skipped a beat and he looked down at you in horror.

He quickly kneeled down and cradled your body in his arms and tears formed in his eye.

A small crowd formed in front of the room- each gazing upon the scene in realization and horror. Subspace hadn’t cared for his reputation as he whipped his head to face them and screamed.

“SOMEONE- GET A DOCTOR!!” His voice was raw as it cracked with desperation, he gasped as sobs threatened to spill out from his throat and he turned back with his head hung low as he clutched you like a lifeline.

As paramedics came to the scene he reluctantly let go of you before being escorted to treat his own wounds, he prayed for you to be alright yet deep down he knew the revolting truth.

You were already dead.

[mal3vol3nt]

something i never thought i’d see is the yr fandom deciding that august is now a good person. y’know, the same man who recorded and uploaded a non-consentual sex tape…. of two underaged boys…. as revenge…. on his 16 year old cousin….

[vqlisms]

i can’t stop thinking about how xavier and alan are going to wake up in their hideout alone. alan stitched back together, xavier torn apart. no answers, no apologies, no anger. xavier is going to ask anyone he knows if they’ve seen a girl with long black hair and purple eyes. alan is going to run about the city after shadows in the corners of his eyes. xavier is going to call and search for any news and beat himself up over injuries he can’t remember receiving. alan is going to wince over incisions that he’s never experienced before. and there’s going to be nothing to show for it. they’re going to exhaust every option they have and there’s going to be nothing to show for it, because it was handled. it was all handled.

sorry edit to add more: don’t think about how despite their differences in ideologies xavier would call will in a fit of desperation because william is the detective, william has contacts that they as vigilantes don’t, william must be able to find something. and william is going to have to listen as xavier asks and begs and pleads for any insight, anything, anything that could explain their sudden injuries and their missing friend, and william is going to have to make a decision. william is going to have to tell xavier that they handled it. that they were no better than their brothers lackeys that alan slaughtered. that they were given the order and they obeyed like a dog. there will be nothing to justify, anymore. because the victims don’t remember and william has killed someone who entrusted them with her name and they handled it perfectly. and what left will there be but for xavier to put them down like the dog that they’ve become.

[duct-taped-shoes]

I feel so lucky having a consistent 3rd place at my local skatepark. A lot of friends that don’t skate simply don’t have a 3rd place outside of work and home, and because of that don’t have anyway to just go out and meet new people that have similar interests. 3rd places are pretty essential for healthy social lives and with 3rd places becoming more rare and cost restrictive, skate parks continue to come in clutch and help foster a sense of community and just a fun place to chill outside of work and home.

[whamss]

anyways top two tips for finding media with well written female characters! 1) consume media written by women and 2) stop consuming things written for adolescent boys!!!!

[forcedhesitation]

I love that the bg3 guys are all written to have this intense adoration of karlach and lae’zel’s abilities to absolutely eviscerate their enemies. they’ve all got the same taste in women, which is “she could gut the big scary man chasing me, and then princess carry me to safety in her blood spattered arms.” and I respect and relate to that, as a bisexual man myself.

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Nice Guys Finish Last

Summary: What if Hades was trying to win over Persephone instead of Maleficent in the Halloween with Hades episode of House of Mouse? Well, this is how I think it would go down lol.

It was Halloween night at the House of Mouse and the club was hopping! All the toons in Toontown reserved a table that evening to enjoy great food and lots of spooky cartoons and entertainment.

Hades, who was practically the king of Halloween, sat alone at his table looking around the club. Normally he’d be enjoying the festivities, but something distracted him. Many couples had decided to make reservations at the club as well and they all seemed so…happy. It kinda made Hades a little queasy to watch them all kiss and cuddle each other.

“Yeesh, look at these fools. It’s so ‘happily ever after’ in this place.” Hades complained as he watched the couples around him. “Ooh, but it’s true love! Mortals…”

Hades’ faithful and ever so loyal minions, Pain and Panic then appeared by his side in the two empty chairs next to him.

“You said it, boss! Stupid, stupid mortals!” Pain agreed.

“And their stupid lovey dovey smiles!” Panic mockingly added as he flapped his wings for emphasis. Hades simply glared at his anxious minion in annoyance before something caught his eye. Not really something, but someone.

A pink woman with hot pink hair and a pastel purple dress sat alone at a table. She seemed very kind and innocent. She had such a dainty demeanor about her. Then, out of nowhere, an oversized dandelion that looked like it belonged in the gardens of Wonderland appeared next to her and snuggled the woman as it purred loudly. She giggled as she pet the large flower by her side.

Hades’ hair began to flare up as he stared in awe at the adorable woman that was just tables away from him. “Hashi babba! Who is that?!”

Pain and Panic then looked over to where Hades was staring and spotted the pink woman petting the large cat-like flower. “Who? Her?” Pain asked in confusion, wondering if he was looking at the right table.

“Oh yeah! Now there’s a ghoul for me! Look at her! She’s a total goddess! Name! Hello? Name. Gimme a name! C’mon!” Hades demanded after brushing back his hair to keep it from flaring up even more.

“She is Persephone, The Goddess of Spring.” Panic answered dreamily as he looked at Persephone.

“Persephone. A name to warm my soul. Y’know, heh, if I had one. Don’t save my seat, boys! Daddy’s gone a-courtin’!” Hades declared before teleporting away from the table in a puff of smoke. Pain and Panic looked at each other in confusion. Hades was seriously interested in her of all people?

Hades then appeared at Persephone’s table, leaning on it with one arm as the other rested on his hip. Persephone and the dandelion looked at Hades, suddenly taken off guard by his presence.

“Evenin’, sweetheart. Name’s Hades, Lord of the Underworld. How ya doin’? Nice face. Maybe you’ve heard of me. Heh, heh!” Hades smugly introduced as he leaned close to Persephone.

The large dandelion, who now looked angry, moved closer to Hades. Hades looked back at it with curiosity, wondering what in the Underworld that “overgrown weed” wanted with him. The dandelion then roared loudly at Hades, causing his flame to go out before the large flower disappeared in a huff.

Persephone continued to look at Hades with the same confused and surprised expression as he awkwardly chuckled to himself in embarrassment. “Heh, heh! It’s clear my reputation precedes me.”

Hades then walked away as his flame appeared once more on his head. Pain and Panic stood by to eagerly greet their boss.

“You sure can pick ‘em, boss! She’s hot!” Panic said with enthusiasm.

“So, when’s the ‘big day’?” Pain asked as he waggled his brows, hoping that the two gods had hit it off right away.

“Boys, I propose a toast.” Hades simply replied with a calm smile. “YOU!” He then shouted as he burned his little minions to a crisp.

Mickey Mouse, owner and host of the club, then ran up to Hades to (nervously) intervene. “N-N-Now, wait a second, Hades! Did you ever stop to think tha-that folks might like ya better if ya tried to be nice?”

Hades looked at the mouse, unamused. “Nice? Mickey!” Hades scoffed. “Nice isn’t really my thing, ‘kay? It clashes with my evil, y’know? And is little miss strawberry shortcake over there really gonna fall for me if I act all nice? I think not.” He explained as he shook his head in disapproval. Hades then turned to the mouse, ready to burn the place to the ground.

“EVERYBODY! MEETING DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE SECONDS!” He shouted as he burned red with anger and frustration.

Mickey panicked and tried to stop Hades before the entire club went up in flames. “Wait! I’ll prove nice can work! Ha, just watch this!” Mickey then jogged over to Persephone’s table to show Hades just what he was talking about. Hades just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“Hope you paid up on the fire insurance, Mick!” Hades called out sarcastically.

“Zippidy-do-dah, Persephone!” Mickey cheerfully greeted. Persephone then looked over at the mouse and smiled.

“Golly! Oh, boy! Hot dog! Ain’t it swell?! Gee, I hope you’re hap-hap-happy! Ha! ‘Cause we love to make things fun-fun-funny! Ha ha! Ha ha! Aw, gosh!” Mickey said in an extremely nice and friendly way.

Persephone giggled and replied sweetly, “Yes! I’m very happy! Thank you, Mickey!”

Hades, who had been watching the conversation in shock and awe at Persephone’s positive reaction, then scratched his chin in thought. “Woah. Hmm, that was impressive. Boys, there might be something to this ‘nice’ thing after all.” He said to his minions as he began to plan his next move on Persephone.

~~~~~

A few cartoons later and Hades was still pacing the floor in thought and slight frustration. Sure, he could be charming when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t “nice”. Not that nice anyways. How could he even compete with that?

He then looked at Persephone who was still sitting at her table, now sipping on a glass of fruit juice. “Oy, what a dilemma. In order to get the girl I gotta be nice, heh, but I can’t be nice! Right?! This is torture! This is like something I would come up with!” Hades ranted to himself.

Mickey, seeing Hades in distress, then approached the god once more. “Tell ya what, Hades. I’ll teach ya to be nice! But no tricks! You have to promise to really try!”

Hades smiled, this was his ticket to winning the girl! If he agreed to play along then maybe he’d finally find the one for him!

“Fine, fine. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to…well, y’know. Too late for that!” Hades chuckled as he crossed his heart. “Uh, here. Just have to take my word for it.” He then said as he held his hand out to the mouse for a deal closing handshake.

Mickey shook the god’s hand and smiled back. “That’s good enough for me!”

~~~~~

“Hey, Mick. Are you sure about this? I mean, I feel like an idiot in this get up! You really think she’ll fall for me like this?” Hades asked Mickey from behind the closed dressing room door, usually used for the special guests for the shows.

Apparently, Mickey had suggested Hades dress more “appropriately cheerful” to make him more likable and approachable. From what it sounded like, Hades wasn’t too into the idea.

“Of course! She’ll love your new look! I’m sure of it!” Mickey answered. He then gathered up his friends backstage to proudly introduce the “new and improved Hades”. Pain and Panic had wandered back there as well to see how this would all turn out.

“Boys and girls! I give you the nicest Lord of the Underworld! H-A-D-E-S! Hades!”

The dressing room door then opened to reveal Hades wearing a goofy looking Mickey Mouse costume. Red shorts, big yellow shoes, white gloves, and a black mouse ear cap that covered up his flame.

“Oh, boy! That’s swell! See ya real soon! Hot dog! Gosh, how ya doin’?! Heya, Minnie!” Hades rattled on, trying to do his best Mickey Mouse impression.

Pain and Panic cringed in horror as they looked at their boss in that ridiculous outfit. Pain smacked himself in the head, hoping this was all some weird fever dream he would wake up from. There’s no way their big, bad, evil, hot-headed boss would even agree to doing something so degrading to win over a girl that wasn’t even a villain!

“Oh, no! They gave him an evil-ectomy!” Pain exclaimed in frustration as he covered his face with his hands in second-hand embarrassment and shook his head.

“You monsters!” Panic exclaimed in terror.

Hades frowned. If his idiot minions thought he looked pathetic, then it was most likely that Persephone would too (as well as everybody else in the club).

Mickey then walked over to Hades, trying to lead him away from the cringing imps. “Aw, never mind them. Now it’s time for the real test!”

Mickey and Hades then went over to the wings of the stage to spot Persephone who was still sitting at her table all alone. Meanwhile, Gaston stood by her, flexing his muscles and trying to impress her with his strength and manly physique. She did her best to be polite, but the man was really starting to get on her nerves, so in order to drive him away she manifested a bunch of large yellow petals to surround his face, making him look like a giant sunflower. Feeling embarrassed by his failed attempt at impressing the goddess, Gaston walked away, pulling the large petals off of his head.

Hades watched the entire scene anxiously, hoping that she wouldn’t do something like that to him. Mickey noticed Hades’ nervousness and quickly reassured him.

“Aw, don’t worry, pal! She’s just gotta like the new you! In fact, I already like ya better myself!”

Hades smiled at Mickey’s reassuring notion, feeling a little more calm. He looked back at Persephone who was starting to look a little bored and lonely. Oh, how he wanted to make her smile and hear that adorable little giggle of hers. Everything about her just made Hades’ heart leap out of his chest (well, if he had a heart anyway). He really wanted that goddess to be his. There was just something about her that drew Hades in, as if the two were meant to be together. Kinda like soulmates. Whatever it was, Hades knew that he had to find way to win her over and hopefully this was gonna be it.

~~~~~

Mickey and Hades went out into the club, ready to execute the “nice plan”. Most of the villains and even some of the “good guys” in the club started to stare at Hades in befuddlement. Hades had always been a pretty cocky and confident god, but for the first time in centuries, he was starting to feel self conscious.

They both stopped in the section where Persephone’s table was placed. The spring goddess (somehow) didn’t seem to notice them. Hades looked over at her and smiled. This was it, he was gonna make that beautiful goddess fall head over heels for him and (as much as he hated to think about the irony of it) live happily ever after. Mickey decided to do one final check on Hades before “sending him out into the field” so to speak.

“Okay, Hades! And now you’re all set! Posture: straight, shoes: shined, hair: uh-“ Hades then took off the mouse ear cap to reveal his blue hair still burning underneath. “-on fire.”

Hades then placed the cap back on his head and crouched down to Mickey’s level to pat him on the shoulder. “Thanks, Mick. I couldn’t have done it without ya. Really.” He kindly admitted before teleporting away from Mickey and closer to where Persephone’s table was.

Mickey sniffled and sighed as Pain and Panic stood by (again) to watch this train wreck play out.

“Our little Hades, all turned nice!”

Hades then appeared by Hercules and Megara’s table who looked at him with surprise and then with confusion and shock.

“Herc, Meg. Wish me luck, babes.” Hades said as he walked away from their table.

“Look, I know it’s Halloween, but your uncle looks…terrifying.” Meg whispered to Hercules. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m ever gonna un-see that.” Hercules whispered back.

Hades then walked past Willie the whale and Willie the giant who were both sitting at a table together next to Hercules and Meg.

“Hey, Willie and hey…Willie.” He greeted as he walked past the giant toons.

“Duhhh, he gives me the willies!” The giant said as he and the whale watched Hades walk away.

Hades finally reached Persephone’s table and did his best to stay cool and collected. He took a second to look at her and take in all of her beauty from a closer perspective. She was absolutely gorgeous. Sure, she was a tad larger than your average goddess or princess, but honestly, Hades like a girl he could get his arms around. He loved the shape of her body and the way her long, hot pink hair flowed past her shoulders and down her back. He also loved the hint of rosy red on her light pink cheeks and her big violet eyes that sparkled like the stars.

Suddenly, a songbird flew nearby Persephone and perched on her shoulder. She turned to the little bird and smiled as she gently stroked its head with her fingers. Hades then took a deep breath to calm the last of his nerves before making his way to her table.

“Hey there, hi there, ho there, Miss Persephone!” Hades greeted with a chuckle as Persephone turned to him. Her eyes widened with shock when she noticed Hades’ outfit. She looked him up and down, staring at his bare chest, which he rarely showed off, for a split second before looking back at him. She was secretly surprised by how well built he was. Who knew he was hiding all of that under that baggy chiton of his?

“Uh, hey, say, that’s a real swell bird you got!” Hades said as he reached out to interact with the bird before it flew away from him and Persephone. “And here, I uh, ahem, I brought these for you.”

Hades then brought out a bouquet of daisies for Persephone, presenting them to her before they suddenly burst into flames, leaving only the crispy stems. “Uh, oh, pfftt! Look what I can do! Heh, heh, so…” He nervously chuckled with the burned flower stems still in his hand. Persephone gave him a polite and amused smile.

“Gosh, let’s put these over here, whaddya say?” Hades said, still nervous, as he quickly tossed the dead flowers away and dusted off his hands. “So, gee! Sure is great to see ya here, huh?! Whaddya- maybe wanna go for a little picnic maybe? It’s a zippidy-do-dah day! Heh, heh, heh! Oh, boy! Ha ha!” Hades nervously chuckled once again as he put his hands behind his back, hoping this “nice thing” was working on her.

“Hades, can I…tell you something?” Persephone asked politely with a hint of nervousness.

“Wha- yeah! Of course! You can tell me anything!” Hades replied enthusiastically as he leaned in closer to Persephone, giving her a slight smirk and hoping she was going to admit her feelings to him.

The spring goddess shyly looked away from Hades as she stroked a stand of her hair out of nervous habit. “You’re really nice and I really appreciate that.” She admitted.

“Hey, I try. I try, y’know.” He chuckled in reply, trying to be as smooth and charming as possible.

“But…I’m not interested. I’m sorry.” Persephone confessed as she looked at Hades apologetically.

Hades backed away from Persephone and frowned sadly. Since he was a god, he technically didn’t have a heart, but in that moment he really did feel his heart shatter into a million pieces. He tried so hard to impress her. He made himself look like a complete idiot for nothing. Even while being nice and charming, she still didn’t like him. This was all just a huge waste of time.

“Talk about being shot down in flames. Ouch.” Mushu commented from nearby.

Hades then angrily marched away from Persephone’s table as he furiously ranted to himself. “What was I thinking!? Being nice!? I’m not a nice guy! I’ll never be a nice guy! This is all that mouse’s fault.” Hades said as he shook his fist in anger. The other club patrons sitting nearby Hades then zipped away in fear of their lives (and getting burnt to a crisp) as Hades changed back into his chiton in a burst of flames.

“WHERE IS MICKEY MOUSE!?” Hades shouted as Mickey yelped in fear. Hades then proceeded to angrily chase Mickey throughout the club, throwing balls of fire at him.

“Ha ha! Hades is evil again!” Pain exclaimed happily.

“Hallelujah!” Panic cheered as he and Pain watched Hades rampage through the club.

It wasn’t long until Hades finally had Mickey cornered backstage. Mickey dodged another fire ball, causing the backstage door to get a huge hole in it. “Oh my gosh!” He fearfully exclaimed.

“Hey, you have seen ‘Oh my gosh!’ yet, okay? Huh!?” Hades threatened as his entire arm turned to flames.

“Heh, heh! I-I was just trying to help ya…be nice.” Mickey nervously explained as he stared in fear at Hades’ flaming arm.

“Y’know what sounds ‘nice’ to me? ROASTED MOUSE!” Hades shouted angrily in reply as he put his hands together to set them both on fire. Hades was just about to strike down Mickey before an angelic giggle came from behind the two of them.

Hades instantly cooled down and turned around to see Persephone standing behind him, smiling. He was honestly quite shocked to see her. He didn’t think she was even remotely interested in him after what happened back there.

“Roasted mouse, huh? Now that sounds interesting.” Persephone said with a smirk as she crossed her arms.

Hades just looked back at her in awe and admiration. “Oh…really?” He asked.

Persephone nodded as she stepped towards Hades. “I mean, I wouldn’t exactly, y’know…fry him, but I will admit, Mickey can be a little too…nice.”

“Too nice! That’s-That’s-That’s exa- You’re too- That’s- Y-Y’took the words right outta my mouth!” Hades stuttered, trying to find the right words to say.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to do all of that just to get me to like you. I like you just the way you are.” Persephone told him with a shrug. “Besides, I’ve always sorta had a thing for…’bad guys’.” She shyly confessed as she blushed and looked away from Hades, brushing her hair away from her face out of nervousness.

“Well, heh, lemme tell you somethin’, sweetheart.” Hades said as he wrapped his arm around Persephone’s shoulders, bringing her closer to him. “I’m pretty bad. I’m always bad! All the time, I’m bad! That’s me. Ask the-the mouse.” Hades admitted as he pointed behind him to Mickey who was taking the opportunity to sneak away while Hades was calm and distracted.

“Yup! That’s true!” Mickey said as he dashed away from the two love-struck gods.

Mickey then went over to Minnie to talk to her as Hades and Persephone walked back into the club together. Pretty soon, the gods were sitting together at a table, lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes as they drank coffee.

“Persephone, babe. I’m gonna show you a whole new Underworld.” Hades flirted.

Persephone giggled. “I look forward to it.” She replied as Hades looked at her adoringly.

Suddenly, Donald Duck sneaked up behind Hades wearing a devil costume, trying to scare him (as if that’d really work on him). Hades glared at him with an annoyed expression.

“What? Are you tryin’ to boo me or somethin’? What is this? Amateur hour over here?” Hades asked before angrily glaring up and glaring at Donald once again. “I am offended.” And with that, Hades practically fried Donald like a roasted duck as Persephone giggled at his villainous antics.

“Now there’s a match not made in heaven.” Minnie commented as she and Daisy watched the couple (and Donald) from the front desk.

“Look! He signed my book!” Daisy exclaimed as she held up her autograph book that was burning with a blue flame.

So, I supposed they all lived happily ever after (except maybe for Donald who needed a lot of aloe for those burns).

The End

[toudens]

Laios’ autism is just so transparent and seeing panels like this make my heart ache. So much is expected of you when ur ndv, so many unwritten rules and at the end of the day it’s ur fault for not reading in between those invisible lines that leads to conflict that they say could’ve been avoided but u just didn’t know cause it wasn’t blunt and wasn’t communicated.

And in the same breathe a women with autism very close to her older brother has a strange moment like this and this makes her attractive in the eyes of the same man who despises her brother for exhibiting the same behavior

Falin has been shown to have moments and outbursts and needs much like her brother but it takes her longer for her to feel comfortable fully showing that side of her.

Idk I have a lot of feelings abt the touden siblings… they’re autistic and close and have a lot more of a complex relationship than most people see because they miss the lense of neurodivergency

[imidori-ya]

Screaming crying scratching at the walls of my enclosure because it’s now somehow necessary to not just use social media but excel at it to even be considered for any of my dreams jobs??!?! Since when do I need 30k followers to be good at something other than a popularity contest?? Why does follower count matter to how good of an artist, writer, or general creator I am? I shouldn’t be required to know how to market and pander to the masses when all I want to do is create art! I just want to make things! I don’t care about selling them to the most people ever! I don’t care about notoriety! I’m a creator! I. JUST. WANT. TO. CREATE!!!

[inky-axolotl]

To be honest…I’m not in a rush right now to watch Mando S3. Call me a baby, but the whole writing mess with the episodes in TBOBF REALLY knocked the wind out of my sails. Not to mention hearing from folks (some of them pals) that it’s so far not…all that great. I’ll certainly watch them at some point to form my own opinion on it, but right now I’m not nearly as excited as I was going from S1 into S2.

[people-with-direction]

The sky never looked so beautiful.

Northa stared up at the stars, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm. The love of her life stood by her side, one hand on the balcony railing. Easton smiled warmly at her, and then at the view. Due to the manor being on a not very steep but quite high hill, they could see for miles and miles around, acres of snow, the gentle lights of villages, the frosted tops of trees…

And yet despite the peaceful nature of the scene, both of them found themselves nervous. Doubting themselves.

Easton took in a breath, stepping back from the balcony. He subtly took a small box from his pocket, hiding it in his lightly closed fist. Northa also stepped back a bit, fidgeting with her glove.

Easton closed his eyes in fear, internally panicking, hoping that this would work. He knelt down, expecting a very confused Northa above him.

Instead, he got a very confused Northa on eye level with him.

They were both holding small velvety boxes.

Northa nearly fainted on the spot, before Easton stood and helped her to her feet. Their apologies were hurried and panicked, neither of them planned for this-

“…Y-you first??-“

“Uh-uh- you first?-“

“…Together.”

“Look, I…I know I’m not the…most normal person in the world.”

“I understand if you find me…off putting, or odd, or…”

“And I understand if you want to leave me for this….”

“It’s okay if you feel too awkward to keep going with…with me after this….”

“…I-I love you. You know that. I love you more than I love…well, anyone else in the world.”

“You have a space in my heart that nobody else could fill…”

“You’re just so kind and caring and wonderful and I don’t know how you do it, heh-“

“You’re the sweetest, most loving man I’ve ever met…”

“You make everything just so, so much more beautiful, just by existing.”

“My life would be so much more grey without you, heh…”

“…A-and I’m scared. I’m scared you’ll hate me.”

“I’m worried…about you, about what this will do to our relationship if you and I do not agree.”

“…But I’m going to take the risk anyways.”

“Because I…I’ve been thinking, a lot. I mean, I came here with you.”

“We’ve been together since we existed here, even if that wasn’t very long.”

“I have few memories, but you’ve always been by my side in them.”

“I remember little from before this place, but you were always a bright spot in what I do remember…”

“You’ve been nothing but supportive and considerate for as long as I’ve known you.”

“You….seem to genuinely actually care about me…”

“…And I love you.”

“So, my Lady…”

“My Lord…”

“…Or Northa, my starlit night.”

“Easton. My sunny sky.”

“The melody who completes my song.”

“My love.”

“Will you marry me?”

[askbensolo]

Hey Ben!

I just finished reading through your blog in chronological order, and WOW, who knew reading seven-plus years of someone's life in pretty much one sitting would be such a roller coaster 😅 But in all seriousness, it has been so amazing to see how much you've grown as a person. At the risk of sounding sappy... I'm so proud of you. I mean that.

Regarding the situation with Fannie: obviously, I can't speak for her because I'm not her, but maybe the reason she doesn't want to live with you while also being in a relationship with you isn't because she's afraid of you, uh, starting anything and hurting her, and more because she's afraid of herself starting something and hurting you. Especially after... what happened with Amalia when y'all were teenagers. I'm a woman too, and speaking from a lady's perspective, I can tell you with 100% certainty that female hormones are just as volatile as you men's. I also happen to hold the same positions as Fannie regarding appropriate behaviors for romantic relationships (even down to wanting to save my first kiss for my husband; small galaxy, am I right?), and I know I'd be mortified and heartbroken and so terribly sorry if a boyfriend and I ended up changing each other's lives forever... outside of the, uh, proper context.

I'm not sure if this helps, or makes any sense at all, but I really hope it does, at least in some small way. If not, I hope you at know that you that there are people in your corner, who will always want what's really best for you and who are rooting for you to do the right thing and wish you nothing but true happiness :)

May the Force be with You :)

-Margin

Hey bud! Oh, dang...you...you read it all?? Crazy. Well...I can guarantee you that my life has been more of a roller coaster than most. Thanks! I think I've come a long way too.

So...you think Fannie is trying to protect me? Huh. That’s not something I would have ever possibly considered. She just seems so...you know. Tame.

Oh...my...gosh. How funny would it be if Fan was…actually secretly kind of a freak?? I’m DYYYING that would be so frickin' hilarious. I mean??? Imagine her in like, black leather and lace, and a freaking velvet choker, and fishnet sleeves...and thigh-high boots...and...heavy eyeliner...and...black...lipstick...

…

...

...

...Well...it would be funny, that's all. And...absolutely nothing else.

ANYWAY—

Hey, that's kind of cool that you and she have similar ways of looking at relationships! I've honestly never met anyone else besides her who had those kinds of—I don't know what you'd call 'em—"standards"?—so I bet you and her would be friends. She tried to explain her views to me once, that every act of...intimacy (emotionally as well as physically) is like a crochet stitch. They add up over time, and knit you together with someone. And...they're difficult and painful to undo.

I was feeling sassy at the time, so I yanked the end of her yarn and her pattern unraveled immediately. "Wasn't that hard," I teased.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Well, perhaps in that case, Ben. But...the thread of our souls is of a much different make."

She said it can be lonely. That sometimes she feels left behind. Of course, I'm also in the "never been kissed" club, just...for completely different reasons.

I guess...it does make me feel better. That she probably does trust me. And...that she's probably just trying to respect me, too.

[evansbby]

I’m gonna say something slightly controversial