#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.

[blossoms-phan]

guys can someone reassure me that you want to read phan smut

[m1dnitefloat]

mon amour

[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.

[palukoo]

this is SUCH an insane thing to say in a random blog post/obituary especially as the author is ostensibly not a lesbian. like truly hello??? that said. well… points we’re made!! there WAS something vaguely dykey about her.

[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.

[toudensremade]

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?”