#that’s the mood it’s a vibe (not really)

[rabbitindisguise]

my process for any fic search on any webbed site:

fandom

pairing and/or m/m or whatever I'm after (careful to avoid excluding polyships because I like those)

rating (M, etc)

add key tags (enemies to lovers, for example)

add niche craving tags (snowed in, etc)

exclude things I don't like (tropes, AUs, etc)

wordcount highest to lowest (note: I tend to skip past the first couple of pages. This isn't an indication of quality! I've just seen them so many times from frequent searches.)

individual fic evaluation: mostly vibe based

song lyric title? probably my jam

complete is preferred but not if it's 60k+

style of narration (I prefer third person limited, first person, etc)

how dense is the prose? does it fit the character? if it's loose and air for a grumpy character without good reason I tend to skip it, for example

are there lifesigns for a strong plot, and do I care at the moment??

does it seem accurately tagged? are there potential squicks in there?

what am I actually looking for? does it have that?

imo the quality of a fic you can find on your own is really determined by your self awareness and ability to connect with and understand your emotions. There are fics that keep me up at night that have pretty much no attention paid to them by others, and I read them because I understood that it was the right moment to read it. There are always fics that might not work for you at all ever- but the important thing is to be able to spot at fifty paces what does/n't work for your mood. Opening up every single fic in a tag and reading the first page or so and leaving when you don't like it is an excellent way to practice. After awhile You Just Know. It might be one adjective there, a sentence structure here, a trope somewher else . . . it's just super obvious based on the summary alone you'd hate it.

I hope this is helpful!

Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

[earlycuntsets]

06/11/2004 equal music interview with gerard by danielle moskowitz

"When Warner Brothers/Reprise invited me to come talk with Gerard from My Chemical Romance about their new album at their record release show, how could I have refused?

The show was in their home state of NJ, packed with 1300 cheering fans. What made the show even cooler for me was featured artist, Nightmare of You was on the bill too! (NOY is still currently unsigned and have been playing with My Chem. Good for them!) I love when Equal Music bands get together!

Is their latest apart of a trilogy? Front man Gerard explains. He also reveals what why it didn't turn out to be the concept record they had planned it to be and what are they doing in Tokyo with The Beastie Boys? (Original interview from Oct. 31, 2003 follows this latest one from June)

DM: When we spoke last you guys were shopping for a producer. Who did you wind up working with and why?

Gerard: We wound up working with Howard Benson. A big reason was because he contacted us which is always very exciting. He was very enthusiastic about the project. It's not so much that he got what world we came from because he's worked with bands like P.O.D. and Blindside which is a completely different universe but he got what we were trying to do with the music and so we connected on a lot of levels.

DM: How was this experience different from working with Alex (Eyeball Records) and Geoff (Thursday [Island/Def Jam]) front man?

Gerard: That whole experience was hanging with friends and having a really fun time. There wasn't a lot of money or pressure. But then this experience didn't have that much pressure either which was weird. It was very a positive experience that had a really good flow. But yeah it was very different.

DM: You said in October that while you were finishing the first record you knew what you wanted the second one to be called (which is their latest, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge) and at the time since you knew the name for the second one you had an idea for what you wanted the third record to be called, although there's not going to be a trilogy so how do you know? Where's the connection with that?

Gerard: It's the kind of connection where you kind of always have a sense of what you're band is doing and where it's headed. I think we have a good idea of kind of like what the first record should be.It should be fast and dirty and cheap. Then the second one you really up the ante and really go for it with this one. The third one you try to explore new avenues. We ended up doing a lot of that on this record. We actually ended up being way more experiemantal than we thought we were going to be. It sounded good to us so we said let's keep doing it.

DM: To jump ahead, do you know what the next one's going to be called?

Gerard: From this experience I learned I shouldn't do that anymore because it locks you into something. And this record wound up being half a concept record because so much happened in our lives that when it came time to write lyrics I found out that it was less ficiton and more fact. So it's a very loose concept record. I want to see what happens for the third one and actually not plan anything out. I think that will be interesting because- it's not that we're calculated but we always kind of know where we're headed and kind of vibe on it. For the next one I kind of don't want to have that.

DM: What kind of mood do you feel like the new album has?

Gerard: I just started listening to it as a piece now, not just bits here and there it's really about loss. The first record was more about pain, misery and agression and violence. Although the lyrics can be disturbing at points, it's really about loss. In the end that's what it wound up being more about instead of some story. You can pick it out of at least four or five of the songs. Even the performances that everyone gives too makes it feel like it's really about loss.

DM: Do you feel like it's dark?

Gerard: Yeah. It's already been called that by a lot of people. We got a parental advisory without even having more than one curse in it. I think it's dark but I think it's a lot more positive than the first record.

DM: Yeah, I remember you saying that you felt the ups were going to be more up and the downs more down.

Gerard: Yeah and they really ended up being like that. But, there's definitely more moments of positivity and celebration than on the first record.

DM: What are some of difference of working with an indie and working with a major?

Gerard: This record was really painless so I can't truthfully answer that as a band that's in our position. We are really rare case of-- it was very similar to the first record where we did exactly what we wanted and luckily because they knew who we were when they signed us that's exactly what they wanted. There wasn't much of a difference other than the fact that there was obviously a lot more deadlines and a lot more pressure to get things done on time. That was the big difference but that was actually it.

DM: You're going to Tokyo soon for Summer Sonic Fest. You must be excited.

Gerard:Yeah, it's awesome, we get to play with The Beastie Boys and I've never seen them.

DM: What's going on for you guys for the rest of the year?

Gerard: Pretty much straight touring till the record cycle is over. It's usually about eighteen months from the time you start a record until you're done touring on it and should be starting a new one. There's already stuff I really want to write. I want to start immediately. As soon as we finished this I wanted to just do another. We're very much a live band but at the same time you get in the studio and you remember you're very much all songwriters and we had forgotten that part of us. I'm still in that head fix where I want to write more songs.

DM: Maybe you can still do that while you're on the road.

Gerard: Yeah, we plan to do it on Warped Tour. It will be our first time really on a bus so we're going to have more space and we'll be comfortable. Right ater that we're going back to a van so Warped Tour is really going to be the time that we write.

danielle moskowitz october 31, 2003 (2nd interview below)

Juxtaposing raw vocals and a punk edge against riffs suddenly gone melodic, My Chemical Romance takes you from upbeat drumming in one measure to a moment where you find yourself lost in slow, somber guitars the next. Listen closely as their vocalist Gerard reveals glimpses of himself through his brutally honest lyrics that hold traces of darkness around them.

DM: The bands success seems to have come very quickly. How long were you a band before signing to Eyeball Records?

Gerard: Let’s see—January is when we started playing as a band. We signed around our third or fourth show. It’s been quick since the beginning.

DM: What were you doing with your lives before the band took off?

Gerard: I was doing animation in the city [New York]. I was actually doing toy design in Hoboken [New Jersey], and Frankie was going to school, Mikey was going to school, Otter was a mechanic, and Ray was delivering film I believe and interning and stuff like that for film. We all just weren’t happy doing what we were doing, ya know?

DM: Geoff from the band Thursday and Alex from Eyeball [Records] I know played a big part in the recording of your last CD.

Gerard: Yeah, definitely.

DM: Are they going to be playing any part on your CD that will be coming out?

Gerard: I don’t think so. Sometimes you want to use the same people sometimes you want to see what would happen with other people. I’m sure they’ll hear it and we’ll ask their opinions.

DM: So they’re not going to help produce?

Gerard: Nah.

DM: What made you guys decide that a major was the next best move?

Gerard: It was one of those things where everything else was moving really fast but we had been able to keep up with it, ya know? We had been able to keep up with the shows that we were getting which were like going from playing basements to playing in front of 10,000 people with Jimmy Eat World. So it went from that to that, and it seemed like a very natural progression. And although a lot of people think it seemed quick, all that talk and all that nonsense was happening before our record even came out. It was like, we basically not fought them off, but said hey we’re going to be a band and do that, ya know? And then when we’re ready…Actually it was a lot longer process than most bands that are getting signed today.

DM: What made Reprise the best label for you guys?

Gerard: It was the best company. They were very familiar with us. We had a lot of fans at the company before we had signed. We had a lot of people helping out before we had signed.

DM: And they understand where you guys wanted to go musically, as a band?

Gerard: Yeah, exactly. That was the big thing. They knew where we wanted to go, they knew how we wanted to do things, and they were going to let us do it our way. Very low pressure type thing. Just kind of let us be us and you distribute us.

DM: When is the new album due out?

Gerard: We’re hoping it will come out in about in about spring. We’re going to record in January. We don’t have a producer yet. We’re looking at a few people and they’re looking at us. So it’s kind of that whole game right now.

DM: Do you have a title yet?

Gerard: Yeah, it’s called Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. And it was a title that… we pretty much known the title for the first record before it was finished and as soon as we were done with that I kind of knew what I wanted the title to be for the second. So it’s kind of in the process where I kind of know what I want the third to be too.

DM: Is it a trilogy type thing?

Gerard: No. This one’s different from the last and it’s more fictitious, but it’s still heartfelt. And it’s more of a concept record than the last one, where the last one was more of an autobiography. But the next one’s more of a concept album about a person; the next one after that I don’t what know what it will be.

DM: While you guys have been on tour you’ve been playing new songs live and they seem to be heavier. Would you say that is the direction you guys are going in?

Gerard: Well, yeah. The heavier stuffs heavier. The heavy stuff we did before is definitely heavier now. Those same elements are there; we’re just spending a little more time on the heavy stuff. But at the same time I think there’s way more melody. Maybe not in the stuff we’re playing out live, but it’s more violently happy. But it’s also very ironically bleak ya know, as far as tone goes.

DM: Track seven on your CD [I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love] is called Skylines and Turnstiles. Is it true that it was inspired by September 11?

Gerard: Yeah, and in fact that event happening was a big thing about why we started the band because, I was on my to a meeting with Cartoon Network and then that happened and I was like what the fuck am I doing with my life.

DM: You saw it happen? You were in the city?

Gerard: Yeah, I was in Hoboken, on the way there. I was right across the river and I was on my way in right around that, very close to that area, but more around Canal, and I was like what the fuck am I doing?

DM: It made you feel like life’s too short and you need to go for what you want?

Gerard: Yeah, yeah exactly. Like obviously life is way too short, you don’t know when your numbers coming and I also felt like I wasn’t making a difference at all, ya know what I mean?

DM: There are a couple theories circulating about your repeated mention of vampires in your lyrics. Can you clear that up?

Gerard: It’s a metaphor for being in your twenties and getting sucked into that singles, alcoholic nightlife culture, ya know what I mean? It’s interesting, because you’ll find that a lot of bands use the supernatural as a gimmick, and that’s really all it is, it’s just like horror punk, and that’s all it is. We’re not really into vampires. I like to wear black, but…

Contact Danielle@equalmusic.com for more about My Chemical Romance. Check them out on select Warped Tour Dates later this year

[gotta-winwin]

going seventeen 2020 <> TTT #1

masterlist | cyana's masterlist

word count: 1.5k italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin a/n: one of my fave series in gose ever... ttt! lets all thank @massivecrusadephilosopher2 for requesting this wonderful gose ep <3

Cyana was glad she chose the car with all the chill people. She could only imagine how loud the other cars must be, filled with karaoke loving singers and members who couldn't stop talking. She loved them all to death - but it was way too early in the morning - and she couldn't be happier sitting next to Vernon as Minghao drove.

"I'm in such a good mood today." Minghao announced to everyone as they pulled out of their company driveway. "Although it is a bit burdensome, celebrating my birthday with everyone."

Cyana nudged Vernon. "Nonnie was so excited while packing. I've never seen him so ready to do something."

"It's been awhile since we've all hung out." Vernon reminded them. It was rare for all 14 of them to spend a night together.

She hummed, happy just thinking about the fun they were about to have. "It's my first staycation."

Wonwoo twisted around from the front seat to look at her. "Ever?" His voice was uncharacteristically loud with astonishment.

Cyana nodded, curling up in her seat. She tugged the blanket Joshua had gotten her so it draped over her lap. Getting comfortable, she looked up to see Wonwoo still looking at her. "You don't really film content like this as an actress." She shrugged. "I'm happy my first staycation is with Seventeen."

Vernon nodded, in the middle of putting headphones on. "It's definitely going to be a trip."

"Since we don't have to be on time..."

Cyana peaked an eye open upon hearing Wonwoo's voice. They had been driving silently for the past couple hours. She wordlessly apologized to the editors for giving them nothing to work with. She however, did not regret the nap her and Vernon had just taken.

"...why don't we go and enjoy the sea?"

Wonwoo always had such bright ideas, Cyana mused, sitting up and pushing Vernon gently off her.

"It's like we're on a personal trip." Minghao said, laughing at the thought.

"This only happens because it's us." Cyana added, her eyes warm. "I still can't believe they let us drive together - they know we're all no fun."

[ free-willed group ]

The scenery was beautiful as they walked along the seaside, autumn leaves blowing gently through the wind.

"I love fall." Cyana announced, to no one in particular. "I love fall so so so so so much."

Wonwoo couldn't help but smile at her words, watching as she admired the autumn colors around them, seemingly in her own world. Wordlessly, he held up his phone and snapped a picture.

The movement didn't escape Minghao's keen eyes however, as he raised a hand to tap Cyana on the shoulder. "Wonwoo-"

"Let's all take a picture!" Vernon jumped in, saving his hyungs ass.

Cyana blinked, quickly agreeing, confused why Wonwoo's face had turned so pink and why Vernon was suddenly so enthusiastic about pictures.

Shaking his head, Minghao shot Wonwoo a look.

Wonwoo could only subtlety shake his head and hope Cyana was still too enamoured by the scenery to notice.

Arriving at the airbnb, Cyana let out a loud gasp. "Look!" She grabbed Vernon's shoulder, shaking for his attention. "You can see Hoshi singing from all the way here."

Vernon followed her gaze, joining in on the laughter when he saw Hoshi, serenading the others in his tiger print t-shirt. "Wow." He mused, respecting the dedication. "He's actually insane."

"I want to join." Feeling rejuvenated after the calm and peaceful nap she just had, Cyana raced up the stairs and into the house.

"Cute." Vernon stated, as he watched the girl run away.

"What?" Wonwoo stood next to him, watching her as well.

[ admiring alien + painfully oblivious cat ]

The general vibe of the gathering was being kept up solely by Hoshi's passionate performance, as more people came and joined him in singing. Cyana sat on the couch, amused by the whole thing.

DK, Hoshi, Dino and Mingyu began singing some sad song, making her laugh over how much raw emotion was going into the performance.

"We're not onstage, guys." She reminded them, smiling so much her cheeks were starting to hurt. "Wa~ they really are natural performers."

Jun patted the spot next to him, urging her to come closer. "Hi."

She giggled. "Hello, Moonjunnie."

"I haven't seen you all week." He complained, throwing his head back against the couch. It was true, their schedules had somehow resulted in them never crossing paths. "I miss you."

"I'm right here, Junnie." Cyana smiled at his theatrics. "I missed you too. I haven't seen anyone this week, but somehow I've seen Mingyu every. single. day." She voiced out her complaints to Jun, who was listening, bemused.

He pointed at the boy in question, who was busy singing his heart out into the mic, a large arm around Dino's shoulders. "He's right here."

Cyana sighed. "It's like he's glue or something. We had identical schedules this week. I don't even know how that's possible. He's in Hip Hop and I'm in Vocal."

Jun patted her knee. "Ah. To have problems like you."

She kicked him playfully. "It is a real problem."

She regretted drinking so much so early. It was evident from the way Jeonghan was yelling about playing foot volleyball that the party had only began, and Cyana was already feeling way too tipsy.

Ignoring their calls to play, she ventured deeper down the hallway where their rooms were, coming across a figure lying on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Vernon.

"Nonnie?" She whispered, bending over and shaking his foot to wake him up. She was no longer surprised, having been used to his quirks for awhile now.

"Hm?" His voice was rough from the lack of use. "Nana?"

She hummed in confirmation. "The others are playing foot volleyball. You want to join?"

She knew his answer before he even replied.

"No."

Smiling, she slumped down next to him, leaning against the wall. "I don't either. I might black out from all the movement."

Vernon peaked open an eye to look at her from the ground. "Dizzy?" He asked, knowing she was part of the "low iron line."

Cyana only hummed in reply again.

Shouts and cheers echoed through the place, reaching both their ears as they stayed in silence, listening to the whoops and cries as the others played.

"This is nice." Cyana mumbled after awhile, smiling. It felt like her face was permanently frozen in one, with how much she had been smiling and laughing today.

Vernon nodded, his eyes still closed. "Told you."

Vernon had promised her any trip with Seventeen would be fun, reassuring her that spending a night with 13 boys was not as scary as it sounded when the 13 boys was them: made of goofiness but full of gentle care.

Cyana watched as Dino took shot after shot, living out his punishment after losing to Seungkwan in badminton.

"You reap what you sow." She told him, wagging a finger when he only pouted.

"Where did you even learn that?" Seungkwan asked her, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "No way Joshua taught you that."

"I did." Jeonghan raised his hand, a silly grin overtaking his face. He was proud that Cyana had found a chance to use the new phrase - even more proud that it had been used to tease Dino. "My little prodigy." He cooed, hands reaching to grab her cheek.

Cyana swiftly dodged, having much experience with it by now.

"Wait." Seungkwan called after Dino, who had been trying to escape through the distraction. "You still have to call me 'Hyung who I respect and have a lot to learn from.'"

Dino cringed just thinking about it. "Can I not?"

"You reap what you sow, Dino-yah~" Cyana sang from behind him, giggling when he turned to look at her with betrayal in his eyes.

"You're really going to treat your own twin like that?" He asked, pointing an accusatory finger at her. "This is betrayal."

[ you reap what you sow kekekeke ]

Seungcheol's voice rang through the room as he sang, proving to everyone he wasn't just a rapper. Cyana lazily waved her hands in the air, following the beat. The alcohol in her system was increasing both her social levels and her lack of self-control.

"Wooo~" She cheered once Seungcheol was done. "Best leader!"

He beamed under her praise.

"My turn~" Jeonghan took the mic from Seungcheol, cueing up the last song Cyana thought he'd sing. A rap song.

"Oh my god." She raised her hands to her mouth in surprise. Falling into DK's side, she let out a squeak. "It's Yoonzino." Jeonghan's infamous alter ego only ever made an appearance whenever Cyana was in his room and Jeonghan rapped along to her Spotify playlists.

"That's right!" Jeonghan called into the mic. "Yoonzino in the house~"

"You're so lucky you see this every night." DK nudged Cyana.

She laughed. "Hannie oppa has a secret love for rapping."

Laughing even harder when she saw Minghao jumping from outside the window, she doubled over in a fit of giggles, her upper half falling into DK's lap.

He stared down at her affectionately, an equally big grin on his face. "You're giggly today."

"She's drunk." Wonwoo mused, fighting back a smile.

[ mysterious until filled with alcohol ]

a/n: woo first half of ttt 2020 done! it was sm fun rewatching and imagining what cyana would be doing. she's part of the low iron line cuz she's just like me fr. let me know if you guys would be open to a part 2!

[tulipq]

This year, I went from mostly feeling like an Amy style sufferer, to a Carol style sufferer.

No, I don't really think that is much of an improvement, more of a lateral.

Anyway, I wrote a fic that is a very Dallon Pelham Christmas. It's insanely fucked up, and contains religion more than you might expect, and it is still being drafted, but I figured it might be worth sharing.

No, seriously, lots of family being horrible, religious madness, improper quotation of Torah, child sexual abuse by a relative, and shit in this. I try to be up front about it in the text, but this needs like 5 kinds of sensitivity read before I can publish it without a huge disclaimer, and part of it is that it disclaims itself!

Accusations have been leveled against this story of being just like every other fanfic. I cannot deny that this story does have some tropes and ideas in come with other works in this space. I will not resent being shown the truth, but I will deny that this is a problem.

How would you greet a miracle? If it was like nothing you had ever seen before, would you know it for what it was? Have you seen the faces of children on Christmas morning? They rise hours before the winter sun ignites. They believe in dreams and all they mean, including heaven's generosity. They peak around the door to see what parsels offer glee and generosity. But Tommy doesn't….

Okay so I guess my taste in music is getting pretty obvious. Hit me up if you got recs.

Oh hey you know what Tommy does have? "Fiddle About", a song about familial rape.

Yeah, yeah. This is getting into the fucked up corners of this space. Entering the Amy zone. The song "Family Tree" off Youthanasia is also pretty hard for me to listen to. The idea of repression is a bit of a nightmare, but it does also seem like it does a good job of getting into the headspace I need to move through this.

I just have to swallow my feelings that anything I do here is wrong, and keep them held down with all the force of my esophagus. If that goes slack though, I might vomit up all the evils of humanity.

Anyway, it is December as I write this, so I am in a Christmas mood.

This has always been a story about greeting a miracle.

Let me show you how much I love you

The New Wave are doing a publicity stunt in a fucking mall. I hate malls so much, I hate mall Santas, and this freckly one doesn't even seem like he's got a sack or staff under those pants. He looks like he's the ugly orphan of the family, face covered covered in dark stains that are just small enough to let you know that she's, I mean maybe he's trans but doesn't seem like the costume was her idea now that I watch some more.

The huge blondes are all dressed as the merry elves of the village. All of them in greens and whites and with bells on their hats and boots. It's like Tolkien's elves decided to do a Christmas village. They even have ears on and tucked into their hats, like it is something they are trying to hide from the public. Disgusting.

Oh but Miss Claus is special. She's big like her daddie, and pretty as a picture with that aura that encourages you to see her as important, to believe what she wants you to believe. THAT'S MINE BITCH. I want to say to her, but I hover next to this skylight and watch. It's sleeting up here and I am fucking cold, but I need more data before I move in.

I am wearing my favorite outfit because today is a powerful day. My first shirt is an olive green graphic T-Shirt with Urahara Kisuke from Bleach on it. The thing is so oversized that his feet are poking out from under my sweet ass 90s patchwork looking grunge and puink vibes hoodie. This thing has so many colors and stars and suns inked into it. I sewed bells to it all over so it would be more attention getting and then stuffed a few into the hood. Between them is a black button down shirt with these amazing rich pink, yes it is not red it is a rich pink, stripes and a felt pattern that I just realized is a kind of heart. I have the zipper pulled down so my heart is visible on my chest, because it seems right. My pants are labeled with the brand of True Religion, and they are so comfortable that I don't even mind that boast. The shoes are this pair of dirt cheap things from Old Navy, but I have abused my feet for years and used duct tape to reinforce them, so they are immensely comfortable.

Is the aura her power? It doesn't fit in with the rest. Her flight fits with her aunt and cousins. Her strength is her father's. Her defenses are her mother's. What is that aura? Why is it making it hard for me to convince people of the things I want them to believe?

I lace my pinky, ring, and middle fingers, left pinky is the . I point to the sky with my index fingers. I point my thumbs at my ears. This creates a conduit to hear the sounds of heaven. I move the other end of my conduit to hover just behind Mr Claus behind and to her left. What do you hear?

"I want a you to kiss Lady Christmas!" Says a small child who seems to want this more than anything.

"Oh, well, uh. I can't be. I mean. She needs to-" Says Amy Dallon, who seems to want this more than anything but cannot admit it due to deep seated traumas.

"Oh my goodness, Nike,. I will give you a gift, and you may simply give it back when you have triumphed in your duties. For are we not each other's mirror?" Says Victoria, like a wise goddess who could out do Alexander before the knot.

Her aura of majesty is causing Santa's pants to darken and warm under the coat ever so slightly.

"Santa, did you just pee? You are supposed to do that in the bathroom! Miss Claus can't kiss you if you are stinky." The small girl sniffs, "You smell like mommy's toys, do you make those?" The elves turn to look at Santa with the most perplexed and disgusted faces. I could have told them it was not pee, but I like to believe Carol is smart enough to figure that one out.

Okay, that is enough of that. I hate being made to believe in Santa. And this bitch with the aura is saying stuff that makes me wanna kill everyone who heard it.

"It's our secret, you and me!"

I shout as loud as I can as spread my index and middle fingers from each other on both hands. I bring the tips of my middle fingers together while gazing down at the skylight. I feel the crystalline tensions within the glass. I learn the whole history of this pane of glass, from when it took solid form to now, from the subtle tensions I can feel between my fingers pressed together. Every intermolecular bond is in the connection of my two fingers. My thumb is tucked under the other fingers. The pink and ring are curled back in deference. But the indexes are proud and trying to reach each other. I flick my wrist on my worldly opposite hand, and thus touch the glass to my left hand's index finger.

This movement releases the tension between every segment of glass in the skylight that spans the entire length of this fifty meter long concourse's roof. Hundreds of square meters of glass fall towards me as drops of rain. They are bound to my will. So I bid some of them to protect me, and they do.

Then I bid that they defeat my enemies, and they do. The other members of the New Wave, the elves, less the one with purple hair who I guess doesn't have super powers yet or he just doesn't want to fuck up again, kill a half dozen people each before they realize I purified my servants of all weaknesses. The crystalline doubles that have been formed from the fallen glass are able to control their internal refraction like a human controls their thoughts. It is only natural that glass elves can do this.

"You have something of mine." I say to Victoria.

She responds by throwing a flying punch that would go clean through my head if it connected directly. I obstruct this path with my worldly hand, using spikes of glass to cause her defensive field to turn in on itself in order to destroy the disconnected spikes before she can impale her fist on them.

A glass cross flies into her face, branding the sign of the cross inverted into her defenseless face for the glass had taken on a fiery spirit to express the outrageous insult of attacking its master.

And then I punch her in the face really hard. It sends her into a spin.

She just kinda floats there instead of falling unconscious like you would expect.

Rotating like a chicken on the spit.

"I gave you a bunch of brain damage just now. This is fair because your aura is fucking with my head right now." I force out as I try to fight through the strange feelings of beauty there is in a body draped gracefully in the air. She must be using the aura to try to bend my will into not destroying her. "This makes it so your abilities can be changed if you truly will it. Can you control yourself any?"

"Not… no. Pain. Have not."

I see. She's an idiot. She has no self control. I hold take her hand that is just limp in the air. The field has returned to it, but I can take that because I can feel it now.

I wrap my glass skin in an armor of light.

"Did you feel that? I changed your power by making it mine. I was able to do this because I connected with you and my will was strong enough to bend your brain's workings. I need you to imagine exchanging your aura for a better version of your forcefield. I have improved your power to make this possible." This is my best bet. If I don't have to personally kill anyone I can keep the cape name The Miracle Kid. The rest of her family will get so much heat for this, but that's not my fault.

"Can't. Dean."

"You're going to die if you can't do it. Believe."

"Can't. Amy."

It is at this time that Santa attacks me from behind with a steel chair, but my armor of light flashes a warning to me, so I dodge perfectly. The chair hits Victoria in the head.

Now, audience, I need to explain how to do a chair shot. See, you are supposed to hit a dude on the back with the steel or aluminium folding chair using its flattest part. It makes a HUGE sound and does actually hurt some, and the sell on the performer is what makes it very convincing. The next way to do it is to hit someone with the seat of the chair on the head. You can also do thrusts aimed to miss with the legs of the chair, or use the cross bar to do a gentle choke.

What you should never do, is hit someone on back of the head with the frame of the chair. Because you might dent a skull into their head that starts bleeding.

"Oh. That's gotta hurt." I say, impressed that she survived and still has the aura going even with that much brain damage. Actually, only the second thing is why I am impressed by that. I would normally be cringing in pain, but you might recall that have been trying to swallow my feelings. Maybe she can't turn it off?

When you hear them saying "Trust me" Don't wait to see what's next

There is another miracle in the world. I turn to face where it has ended up and see that it is Santa who bears this parsol.

This second sun in the sky.

She has taken off the beard and hat.

This is not a great time to be me. I don't know what the fuck she is doing, but my armor of light is flashing death in every direction. The only weakness my current defenses have is that I have to breath to talk. Oh, side bar, I stopped breathing for reasons other than talking shortly after I got powers. Like with noctis capes, parahumans can find ways to manage the effects of breathing without having to take in things from the world around them.

But I must greet this miracle.

I inhale.

I realize I will not be able to leave if she does not want me to.

"Your power is a virus but one you have fantastic control over. You produce it constantly and naturally. You were born HIV positive. Your uncle raped you when you tried to learn from him how to love a woman, and this killed your aunt because she was suddenly horribly sick all the time while trying to be a hero. You are Pandora, and this is you Pithos."

"You talk too fucking much for someone who is going to die as soon as you are more than arms reach from Victoria. I am setting it so you will die more and more horribly. You can die now to save yourself from hell."

Oh she thinks I might not be heading for hell anyway. That's so wonderful. What a blessing.

Tygers eat their young, and she's no Lamb.

But she fucked up.

"You told me the honest thing of how this virus is rigged up. You have to be infected yourself in order to infect others. You do not have to tell me the actual conditions you set that would kill someone, but you did because you were figuring out what you had actually done. You need me dead fast. Why?"

She says nothing simply walks over to her sister and gently starts to push her towards the big chair. You know, I should have been paying more attention, she had bolted up from that thing, ran to get a chair, and snuck up behind me all while I was yapping. Fucking amazing. I double check that my glass elves are winning and they are. Even Eric is being kept out of a clear line of sight of this in case he decides to make this a really special day. I mean, I should have worn a pure white gown to greet the miracle if I wanted this to happen, but I didn't.

Believe me!

Oh fuck, she is still using the aura? That means you won't buy this. Shit.

Well, I follow and stand behind the chair on the opposite side. The channel I had opened is still on the left and I do not want to end up in it. I think I can maybe convince Pandora to contact the channel, but I am not sure if that will help me.

These things are always so unpredictable once I stop controlling them consciously.

Oh, she's trying to figure out how to fix her sister's brain damage using her power. Too bad triggers don't tend to directly solve your problems like that. Healing powers usually only come from things like clinging desperately to someone who is totally unharmed and wishing them fixed. You can heal their bodies only as much as they believe you can. I could only ever change the brains of my parents to let them be the monsters they always wanted to be on the inside. Doubt might be my power's greatest weakness, but I still doubt she is going to figure this out.

"It will be as hellfire now."

"I am confident that is bullshit." I realize she can't keep the virus lethal if you are away from Victoria and make it able to heal brains. I can just wait for her to heal her sister and I will get out of the trap. This is a battle of wills, and I have been using mine to command the world far longer than her.

Why is this taking so long. Is she actually more interested in punishing what she sees to be evil than saving her sister? Does she blame me for her adoptive family becoming murderers around her? Does she blame me for her caving in her sister's skull? I ask her these things. I ask her every horrible question I can think of. She has to let go. She has to let me go. She has to let up. She can't seriously want me to suffer this must. How can this be? How can the mother of a miracle like this be so awesomely full of wrath? Is she a god too? Is she something beyond even me?

לֹ֣א תַֽעֲשֶׂה־לְּךָ֣ פֶ֣סֶל | וְכָל־תְּמוּנָ֡ה אֲשֶׁ֣ר בַּשָּׁמַ֣יִם | מִמַּ֡עַל וַֽאֲשֶׁר֩ בָּאָ֨רֶץ מִתַּ֜חַת וַֽאֲשֶׁ֣ר בַּמַּ֣יִם | מִתַּ֣חַת לָאָ֗רֶץ:

Of course.

She has a weakness.

I allow my glass skin to wrap itself around her goddess.

She cannot be a god, she has a goddess that she falls before.

She is not a god but a motherly figure who has never known what it is to be loved as herself and not as a sister.

"I will tear asunder your unliving idol unless you give your all to revive her now."

"I shall just make a virus that reverses all you have done. Even your name will be lost."

Shit. She was ignoring my taunts and just invented several new techniques. She might figure out that she can if her sister is dead then she can make the virus able to kill everyone she hates, because she does hate her sister for being so fuckable and yet so unavailable, like she has a hereditary hatred of women but actually this is just a small resentment that never guides her to enact but only to inact.

Oh no. I have the aura back. I can say anything and you will just accept it.

I have only one last hope. One miracle cannot beget another so directly. I carefully slide needles of glass into her brain. I guide silicon molecules through the channels of the cells that connect her to her power. I put my fingers together as I had on the roof, but now the left hand is facing upwards.

"If I die, it will tear apart her potenia and gemma."

"And? I shall simply remake them in time."

"You cannot. They are the creation of a miracle."

"So they say. But I have my doubts." Ouch. She's been in this kind of aura for so long that she can fight even the most intense

"But eggs can be fertilized in a lab and one womb is like another. Do you know how powers are given?"

Her brow furrows. She knows the general idea, but the specifics are impossible for her to see. She commands, but she does not see.

"You are fucking with my head."

"Good catch. I guess you know what it feels like."

I can't append an insult about Lightstar's lightsaber because the Walt Disney Company might force my higher self to permit police boxes full of copywrong psychokillers into this scene. You'll have to risk an intrusion yourself if you want that image.

She isn't talking more. She is feeling for something she can command that will kill me horribly but not hurt her most precious dear. But she knows her thought process is being tampered with. There is now a risk that any move she commits to is one I have sought for her to make. The red of her suit was hiding how much blood was seeping from that head wound, but now the white trim is soaking it up as well. She is crying as she feel the dark stains reach her skin.

"Do you know everything about her? Can you put it all back together? You know the brain is a complex system. You know that when a person is warm and dead the brain's cells denature. You-"

"STOP. STOP. STOP."

"You know she has stopped bleeding because she is out of blood, right?"

"If she's died, we would both be dead. So that is wrong."

What?

Oh no. Oh no. Her idea of Victoria is some kind of spirit or ghost, not a body with a working brain? I did not account for this. I forgot to study how the displace piece orphan who the New Wave found before unveiling themselves to be a gang of aryan ubermenschen that won't even act ashamed of their hate for minorities. Instead Carol points proudly to her "non-white passing" daughter and their "statistically driven patrol patterns" to explain why Purity and Lady Photon are teaming up so much.

"Look, I am Kid Miracle."

"Shit name."

"Fine," what's my second option? "call me Feb then."

"What is that short for?" Oh, she's disassociating due to the horror of realising she might have to either accept that she is putting herself into a hell of her own making or otherwise let me live. AND SHE STILL ISN'T LETTING ME LEAVE?!

"Februum, it means to purify. If you want, I can guide your power so you can fully heal her brain. I can shape the glass to lead your power to each damaged cell. We can do this."

"No."

"DO YOU LOVE HER, OR DO YOU JUST WANT TO FUCK A MEAT PUPPET SHAPED LIKE HER?!" I shout out of sheer built up resentment. Wait, didn't I promise not to let such a thing past my lips? Does that mean my resolve just broke?

Welcome to the camp I guess you all know, why we're here

Another one.

Was she close enough to her gate's opening that she could manage a to pull a second one through? She had way more data on my power and how it works, and that conduit has been open the whole… oh.

I broke a vow before heaven. Thus a vow may be relaxed as punishment.

I feel a hand upon my hands interconnected.

I am as stone for all time from then evermore. She did not kill me. She does not want anything she is holding to die.

I feel it begin. My neurons have turned against me. They grow extrude out from my skull like branches from a tree. They collect the rain and sunlight so they might crowd out my own withering domain. They gather to torture me, to make me feel and forget and feel again every form of pain I could imagine.

I think I die, only to be reborn into a new world, live a whole life, end up here, and suffer in new ways. I do this a million million times for each rain drop my new crown of fools catches. The prongs of the crown are as the rainbow, a sign for all ages of folly and mercy.

The Panacea takes the red blood of the goddess and from it makes that which will produce life in a corpse.

She knits makes her idol believe be true.

This vessel is broken. I must depart it.

Can you name me?

[themetalvirus]

ok i got a couple asks a bit ago about why i don't like how sonic is written in idw and it comes down to how they handle the "why doesn't comic book character kill villain" question. the actual answer is always because we wouldn't have a story anymore if the main villain was dead, but comics have to answer that question in-universe in a satisfying way or it'll just be frustrating.

in my opinion, there's a clear answer why sonic doesn't kill eggman in the games: he has a lot of fun on his adventures to stop eggman. without eggy he'd be bored as hell. he's more than willing to kill other villains, but eggman is different.

i think a part of that is also eggman being one of the few constants in his winding, unfocused path in life. despite everything, everyone needs something to hold onto, some kind of consistency, and eggman is part of that normalcy for him since he's been around since he was little. not to be that guy, but eggman is the only consistent adult presence in his life. it'd be weird for him if that was gone.

how idw sonic addresses this is SO ANNOYING TO ME. it characterizes sonic as having a Clear Set Of Morals (instead of going by vibes which is what several of his songs establish he actually does) like he's batman or something and he's constantly yapping about freedom of choice.

to me, sonic is a character all about doing his own thing. he'll kill people if he needs to, he'll make "bad" choices for the sake of what he thinks is right. he doesn't care what other people think is the correct choice, he's going to decide that for himself and what he thinks the correct choice is can vary widely based on the circumstances AND his mood.

to suddenly pretend that sonic doesn't take lives because something something freedom of choice is ridiculous. and to pretend that it's somehow in line with how he acts in the games is straight-up insulting.

the part that's most frustrating to me is the meta aspect though. we all know eggman is never going to "come around", he's a cartoon villain. the comic insisting on bringing up eggman MAYBE becoming niceys is annoying as an audience because we know it is NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. sonic being fixated on that is annoying as an audience because we know it is NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. it's just wasting our time even entertaining the thought and wasting page space that could be used on something actually interesting.

it's not like sonic doesn't have the information available to him to realize this either. his whole fucking life is proof that eggman has his own style that he won't change. the stupidass amnesia mr. tinker plot isn't proof that eggman can be secretly good, it's proof that eggman without all of his life experiences due to a brain injury could be good. but we know that's not permanent and not really a possibility. eggman is shaped by his experiences and has calcified into who he is. much like sonic.

sonic insisting on leaving very dangerous people alive and free to do as they please is something NEW TO IDW and is the stupidest shit ever. i don't think he would leave surge free to do what she wants because of principles, it'd be because he wants to see how she ends up in the future. she seems interesting, let's see how this goes.

it's just strange introducing this batman-esque set of morals to sonic the hedgehog, especially because it doesn't make sense with any of sonic's past appearances and doesn't add anything interesting to the story like it does with a character like batman.

i do really like idw. my blog is themed around the metal virus arc, i absolutely love a lot of what it has to offer. the way sonic is written is so abrasive to me that he's one of my least favorite aspects of the whole comic, and considering the whole fucking thing is named after him, that's... not great.

[messydoodlesyt]

SMG 4 Crew Redesigns Pt. 1

Finally got them done! I saw some people do redesigns for the SMG4 Crew and I wanted to put my spin on it. So far I’ve done SMG4, SMG3, Meggy, Mario, and Luigi. I'm for sure gonna do the others at one point. But it was perfect timing since I did finally finish all the arcs in order (and the important episodes in between for the most part) so I at least have some better context then all the stuff from 2022+ and all.

So first up SMG4. I’ve seen people incorporate the glitch color pallet so I tried to put a little bit on the shoes and pant legs. That and I’ve seen him associated with stars. I don’t quite understand why people do redesigns with it; maybe it’s something in an old episode I haven’t seen yet or something but I thought it’d be neat to add. Added the number four roman numeral for him too cuz it felt off only having 3 have it. Shoulder strap off cuz vibes idk.

Next up SMG3! I’ve seen so many people give him long hair/ a mullet and dammit it was just too perfect to have. That with some ripped pants and gloves and earrings to add for his redesign. And of course the overall pocket for Eggdog because yes.

Up next Meggy! She felt like the biggest change to me but I think it’s mainly the hair being the reason. Originally I was keeping the long hair, but when I was watching the arcs and saw her inkling form didn’t have any tentacle things in the back just the front (forgive me idk if that’s what those are called a barely played splatoon) so I felt like after turning human she would first have the long hair but then cut it as a way to cope if that makes sense? Idk she seemed to have struggled for some time just trying to adjust to human form and at least she would have control over her hair. Then I gave freckles which I believe her first human model design did have them but it was so faded it was hard to tell so I tried to make em a bit more noticeable (though now that I’m looking at them maybe I should make em thicker idk yet).

Now friggen Mario. Good lord he was the last one I finished and it should not have been this hard. It’s all minor changed I feel like- I tried to make him still identifiable while still having some differences like the short sleeves, belt, and patches. That and I put his signature M on the gloves too to match SMG4 and SMG3. I was struggling with the mouth (not the cursed one just normal) because sometimes it would look off. Luigi I had more of a problem with though than Mario for whatever reason; maybe it’s the mustache.

Which speaking of Luigi as the final one for the list thing. He definitely gave me turtle neck vibes so I wanted to give him that, plus a belt that has those little bag strap things or whatever you call them to hold stuff like maybe some flower seeds or whatever he needs to. And I only did one of those little drawings with a mouth but when I tried doing it for the others it felt off. Probably for future drawings with these refs I’ll add mouths or won’t depending on the mood.

And yeah those are my redesigns. Definitely wanna do the others like Tari and Saiko for example. But some I know will be tricky because I don’t really know what I could add for redesigns like Mr. Puzzles and Karen for example. But we’ll see.

[st4rzzl0verr]

can i have homicidal liu / sully hcs pls.. I NEED more content of them ugh

YES my favorites

i kinda feel like this kinda got away from me at times but i'd love to do like a continuation at some point

homicidal liu/sully hcs

Liu

he's a very timid creature at first

though that doesn't necessarily change much after time

he's nimble with his movements, hyper aware of surroundings

if you're just out for a little stroll with him, he's most likely scanning the trees or the buildings, and most definitely the people around

it's almost like he's waiting for something bad to happen at every turn

but nonetheless, the walks and the general time you could spend around him are always enjoyed

he smiles at the silly little remarks you make or shakes his head with a grin he tries to hide when you manage to really crack him up

and don't get me wrong, he's an utter sweetheart

he's a flower gifter, a love letter writer, and you can even just find a good friend in him as well

a very thoughtful person, whether those thoughts are just his constant inner dialogue or about the gifts and sweet gestures he offers

enjoys more of the quieter atmospheres that the area has to offer, like bookstores, his own room, random fields he likes to lay in

he really likes when it rains and he spends the entire day outside when it does

he attempts to get a normal amount of sleep but it never seems to work

he's tried warm tea, melatonin, a weighted blanket, literally anything to calm his nerves before bed but he still gets his usual nightmares and general inner torment

though if you're there to rub his back and help him back to peaceful sleep, that makes it a hell of a lot easier

but there's always dark circles around his eyes

also you can very clearly see the difference between when it's liu or sully, just by the way they each carry themself

it's in his eyes too, there's this solemn yet alert look in liu’s and sort of a dead look in sully’s

Sully

he's normally only fronting when he needs to in those pesky moments that set off liu

but the man has wants and needs as well

he certainly likes to steal pleasure from liu for himself pretty often

depending on the mood he's in, he’ll either not say a word at first or greet you with a “heyy thereeee”

he's pretty restless, always asking “so what is it you do around here anyway?”

he mumbles rude things occasionally

but when you've really pissed him off is when he gets a bit physical about it

he's very calculated with his movements, but he doesn't seem to try as hard with it as liu does

one to grab you by the collar and threaten things to his heart's content

but he doesn't mean any of it, especially if you're important to liu

but if you try and get on his good side as well, he's very interested

oh god if you're nothing but kind to liu AND you're still kind when sully’s being a dick?

he's in love

don't get me wrong, he's still an asshole

but he means it more teasingly now

this is when he starts fronting while you and liu would be cuddling or having a nice moment together in general

he gets insanely a little obsessive actually

suddenly it's a whole lot less of liu, who doesn't particularly like this new little craze that sully has

but sully doesn't care, he does and gets what he wants right?

hell you could even ask for him at this point and he'd be out in seconds

you'll be spending a lot more time out on the town late at night

because while liu likes the quiet life, sully is always ready for absolutely mayhem

each of them like a completely different style on you as well

sully prefers when you dress like a total badass and liu doesn't necessarily mind but he probably likes a cozier vibe

so if you're interested in a switch up of almost everything at any given moment, these two are your guys

[hexiquin]

I’m giving to much information I have to reblog this (don’t really mind if you show my url wince it really isn’t connected to a lot of stuff) so here we go father strange!

My credentials are that I’ve been fic reading for 13 years and omegaverse specifically for around 10-11 years give or take a couple of months. I’ve written omegaverse fics also! 

Answers are under the cut! (For the sake of my poor mutuals)

What fandom introduced you to omegaverse?

It was probably hetalia or big time rush don’t fully remember, all I know for certain is that it was on fanfiction net and not ao3 (I know this cause when I was starting to use ao3 for reading I was very confused by them using ‘a/b/o dynamics’ and not ‘omegaverse’)

What trends and developments have you noticed as the genre has grown over the past 14-ish years?

A larger diversity of genitals (when I first started reading it was a lot of anal but now there is a lot of differences in the privates between fics even by the same author, which I think is pretty cool). And the subversion of alphas on top (sexually or socially) and making them more equal or even lesser than omegas. More people’s adding world building elements like different types of birth control for the different secondary sexes. Just more people in general being very different when they write the specifics of the story’s omegaverse (but honestly that was probably always there)

Also, a lot less werewolf stuff! I used to see a lot of werewolf AUs with omegaverse and vice versa but now they don’t seem all that intertwined (unless you’re fandom has a lot of werewolf content already). They still have a lot of the animalistic stuff in there in a lot of fics but not as much werewolf AU with it

what initially intrigued you about it?

It was a long time ago, but judging by how I probably got into it, it was probably the Mpreg. (Also, I realized that a lot of the tropes and stuff I like are in a lot of omegaverse later in life, so that and the world building is what has kept me)

Are there similar genres, tropes, etc, that you also enjoy? (ie. werewolf or other supernatural romance, science fiction which explores alternative biology) basically, how does omegaverse fit into your wider literary tastes?

I like supernatural stuff, mostly manga or horror adjacent like stuff but not usually romance (sometimes I read some monster x human stuff if I’m in a mood and it’s interesting)

what do enjoy most about it?

When reading or writing, I really like how they (or myself) incorporate omegaverse into the setting and/or plot. Even if it’s just a smut fic, I like fics that have all the ‘cringy’ tropes like heats/ruts, mating bites, going feral, purring, and other stuff like that (but not ‘omega self thinks-‘ or the animal traits overrule any human thoughts/actions if the character wouldn’t want to do or think that) I just like all those tropes, really makes it feel like it’s omegaverse and scratches my brain real good. I also like when the world is explored and how male omegas and female alphas deal with their lives/roles! 

(TLDR I like some traditional tropes for smut, and exploration of the world for long fics)

what are some elements you avoid or are critical of?

Gender essentialism- I see this only with the m/m fics (all the f/f fics I’ve read don’t seem to do this or choose characters that fit better for ‘fem=omegas & masc=alphas’ at least). This doesn’t happen a lot, but when I see a male character go be hella fem as an omega when they aren’t really in canon…it just feels wrong. Omegas being 50s housewives without it being specific to their society (like this is how they’re socialized or it’s for commentary on gender roles) or being because it’s in character for that character, it just feels so wrong and weird to me. Like no exploration in gender, sex, or how this effects the setting, it’s very ‘all girls like the color pink and all men want is sex’ vibes. Like that isn’t my blorbo anymore, that is a oc at best, or mischaracterization at worst.

Omegaverse but not everyone has a secondary sex but everyone is human- Like, omegaverse exists but not for everyone and it feels weird to me cause most of the time, people with secondary sexes and those without can have children together but then the author won’t do anything with this concept. Like no reason for some of them having it or how that affects the world, just ‘not all human have a secondary sex and we aren’t focusing on that’. And they’re usually in long fics!

 And to play off my last point, and really I’m fine even if it’s not a big part of the story honestly, but not using omegaverse tropes feels like you don’t want to write omegaverse. Like I hate when they make omegas ultra cutesy born yesterday babies, or alphas into macho manly toxic controlling boyfriends and not including women, or flat out ignoring and looking down on betas as much as the next guy, but not having any tropes feels like we did not want to write omegaverse in the first place. Like why is the omegaverse in the tags if you’re not gonna use the omegaverse? I’m like dr doofenshmirtz when he sees perry without his hat when I see an omegaverse smut that doesn’t have even a little bit of omegaverse tropes. Even I use those tropes I talked about earlier in my fics’ plots or explore how omegaverse works in the world building even a little bit!

 Also hating on omegaverse tropes publicly in the fic tags is just so unnecessarily mean. Like I know you don’t want Mpreg, but you don’t need to go into the tags and write about you feel like it’s weird (this hasn’t happened more than a handful of times but those tags are still burned into my brain)

Any specifics or nuances you want the non-omegaverse reading public to know about

It can be very good way to explore gender. Like I’ve read a couple of fics that explore gender roles by having the omega be the more masculine or buff alpha male in the canon and how it’s ok for them to be both a super buff guy and also want to be treated like a princess or how it’s ok for them not not be feminine but still be considered omega enough. Many male omegas wear feminine clothing but are still considered male. And like having a cock or vagina don’t equal male or female, it just means you have a cock or vagina.

also just cause it’s kinda ‘cringe’ doesn’t mean you have to be mean about it (curse you fandom tiktokers that make it seem like everything that you don’t like but is properly tagged/warned and isn’t hurting any irl people is bad!)

Can’t wait to watch your video Father Strange! 

(Also sorry if anything sounded contradictory, I find explaining my feelings pretty hard)

Omegaverse readers & writers!! I want to hear from you!!!

Firstly — Yes — I have already done a lot of research. I don’t need the basics explained to me or the fact that it is an incredibly diverse genre with examples good writing, bad writing, good social commentary, bad social commentary, expansive thoughtful worldbulding, raunchy porn without plot, and everything in between.

What I’m looking for with this post is personal experiences and opinions from people who read/ write this content since I am not one. Feel free to link any fics that exemplify what you’re talking about.

you can write as much or as little as you like, answer as many or as few of the questions as you like:

What fandom introduced you to omegaverse?

What trends and developments have you noticed as the genre has grown over the past 14-ish years?

what initially intrigued you about it?

Are there similar genres, tropes, etc, that you also enjoy? (ie. werewolf or other supernatural romance, science fiction which explores alternative biology) basically, how does omegaverse fit into your wider literary tastes?

what do enjoy most about it?

what are some elements you avoid or are critical of?

Any specifics or nuances you want the non-omegaverse reading public to know about

In case anyone is coming across this post without knowing who i am — Hi! I’m a youtuber and I make videos about online subculture, fandom, and such.

Your comment on this post may be read aloud in an upcoming video!! Please specify if you would like me to censor your url or leave it visible.

[fictionadventurer]

How did Treasure Planet manage to come up with the greatest aesthetic in all human history? Victorian elegance plus space-age flair, with just enough dirt and grime and wear and tear to make it feel real? A combination of traditional and computer animation that perfectly embodies the movie's blend of old and futuristic? How does it get any better than that?

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[happyheidi]

ig: motherthemountain

[redrobin-detective]

Something I wonder about Simon and Betty's relationship is how long they were together before the whole crown ordeal. But they were engaged, you say. My aunt (in)famously met my uncle and had a ring on her finger in 8 weeks. We've seen that both Betty and Simon were both weird outcasts, crazy determined and a pinch insane. I would not be surprised if they decided they'd met their one true love and got engaged super quick.

My point being, Betty's shifting to revolve around Simon and Simon's rose colored glasses of their relationship feels very much like New Love. They're people who love each other and love being a couple but still haven't quite figured out how to coexist together, as two people in a partnership. I feel like if they'd known each other longer, lived together longer, some of the issues we're seeing would have probably self resolved.

I don't think their relationship is toxic nor is it totally perfect. It's two lonely, most likely neurodivergent people in a relatively early relationship still figuring out how it works. Everything that happened afterwards: the crown, the seperation, the time travel, the magic/madness/sadness just exemplified issues they had both as individuals and as a couple.

[lavampira]

see these people I ride with this moment, we own it

for the fast & furious ‘verse with d'alia + @scionshtola's corisande !

[theminecraftbee]

you know sometimes one of the things the fandom does that i like the least is joke about how certain ccs are "lorephobic" because it basically always ignores the lore they actually are really and visibly doing. like, sure, they may not be doing the lore YOU'RE looking at, but, one, lore doesn't just mean "big overarching server storyline" it can also mean solo stuff. it can also mean 'builds that have story built into them'. it can also mean 'fun little storyline between like two guys'. it can also mean character continuity. it can mean many things. two, "this guy doesn't do lore" is NOT the same thing as "this guy doesn't do the specific lore i personally like and want to see them doing" and i don't always think you guys know the difference. all of this, of course, is to say: hey guys did you know zedaph can canonically time travel,

[nemesyaaa]

please am i allowed to kill the man who said “ focus, cameron. ” because he literally ruined the mood

i absolutly adore the concept of NFL player!rafe x dcc!reader 😩😩 every sport au with rafe are so fucking cool, this is insane. boy literally match the athletic vibes

On the sideline, Rafe jogged onto the field with his teammates, his helmet tucked under one arm. Amid the chaos of the game preparation, his eyes instinctively found you in the centre of the squad, your presence commanding his full attention. “Eyes off the cheerleaders, Cameron,” Chris teased, delivering a playful smack to his shoulder. — the fact, I can totally see this 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i'm SWEATIN

Then, the iconic jump split. Your body soared effortlessly through the air before landing flawlessly, and the stadium erupted in thunderous applause. As you gathered your pom-poms, you allowed yourself one fleeting moment to catch Rafe’s gaze from across the field. His eyes locked with yours, intense and searching. Still, ever the professional, you maintained your poised demeanor. — I was made for this career 😌

"You know, there’s a game happening," you teased without turning to him, keeping your tone light but teasing. You didn’t dare make eye contact, aware of the curious glances from both his teammates and your squad. Rafe didn’t seem to care. “Is there?” he replied smoothly, his tone playful but his gaze piercing as it trailed over you. “Because all I’ve been watching is you.” — he's got the rizz and the talk, he's the gentleman. i can't get out of my head the “ you belong with me ” by Taylor Swift playing in the background 😀

Rafe chuckled softly, his voice dipping just enough for only you to hear. “Don’t you dare. Best part of game day.” His words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you let yourself look at him. Really look at him. The teasing glint in his eyes, the way his grin softened just for you—it was hard not to feel flustered under his gaze. — idk if i'm okay or not, but i love the mood so 😋 he's so sexy in this au

Eyes on The Field || nfl player!Rafe Cameron x dcc!reader

Summary: Just Rafe not being able to keep his eyes off of you during the entire game.

Warnings: noneee

Word count: 1,194

A/n: its been waaayyy too long since I've written a dcc!reader fic

MASTERLIST (nfl!rafe x dcc!reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

Thunderstruck reverberated through every corner of AT&T Stadium, the iconic riff sending a jolt of energy that seemed to pulse in sync with the heartbeat of the crowd. The stadium was alive but it was you and the rest of the DCC who commanded the attention of every eye in the stands. You all moved across the field with a confidence that could only come from countless hours of practice.

The energy was palpable, the air thick with anticipation as you fell into formation, perfectly poised in your pristine blue and white uniform. A practiced smile curved your lips, every muscle in your body was tuned in. The routine was etched into your memory, each move precise, every step instinctive.

You’d performed this dance over a dozen times, and yet the adrenaline coursing through your veins made it feel brand new. The sound of the music thumped in your chest, and the cheers from the crowd seemed to amplify every movement you made.

And I was shakin' at the knees. Could I come again please?

On the sideline, Rafe jogged onto the field with his teammates, his helmet tucked under one arm. Amid the chaos of the game preparation, his eyes instinctively found you in the centre of the squad, your presence commanding his full attention. “Eyes off the cheerleaders, Cameron,” Chris teased, delivering a playful smack to his shoulder.

“Shut up,” Rafe muttered, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him. He didn’t even try to deny it. His gaze then moved onto the big screen where you were the focus, captivated by the way you moved with such confidence and poise. As the routine neared its climax, the crowd roared in anticipation.

Then, the iconic jump split. Your body soared effortlessly through the air before landing flawlessly, and the stadium erupted in thunderous applause. As you gathered your pom-poms, you allowed yourself one fleeting moment to catch Rafe’s gaze from across the field. His eyes locked with yours, intense and searching. Still, ever the professional, you maintained your poised demeanor.

With a flick of your hair and a perfectly timed spin, you held your smile, turned, and strode off the field and onto the sidelines with your group as if nothing had happened, leaving Rafe watching after you, captivated as ever.

~

Rafe jogged off the field, his helmet tucked under one arm, sweat glistening on his face. The game was going well—they were up by two touchdowns—but his focus wasn’t entirely on the scoreboard. As he reached the sideline, his eyes instinctively found you again. You had just finished a routine and were taking a quick water break, trying to catch your breath.

When you noticed Rafe staring, you raised an eyebrow, silently questioning him. He didn’t look away. Typical. Shaking your head, you turned back to chat with the others, refusing to feed his ego any more than necessary. A few minutes later, you spotted him again. This time, he was walking over with a group of his teammates toward the water station.

They were laughing and jostling each other, but Rafe veered slightly to the side, positioning himself furthest from the group—right next to where you stood. You didn’t look at him at first, your gaze fixed on the field as you absentmindedly adjusted your uniform. You felt him stop beside you, the air between you charged, his presence impossible to ignore.

"You know, there’s a game happening," you teased without turning to him, keeping your tone light but teasing. You didn’t dare make eye contact, aware of the curious glances from both his teammates and your squad. Rafe didn’t seem to care. “Is there?” he replied smoothly, his tone playful but his gaze piercing as it trailed over you. “Because all I’ve been watching is you.”

You let out a small snort, finally glancing at him, unable to help yourself. His bluntness was infuriating and, admittedly, a little thrilling. “You’re going to get in trouble if Coach sees you over here flirting,” you said, your voice quieter now, but there was a teasing lilt in your words. Rafe smirked, crossing his arms as if the idea amused him.

“Let him. You’ve got me so distracted, I’m surprised I haven’t dropped a pass yet.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. Turning your attention back to the field, you checked the clock, noting how little time you had left before the next routine. “Maybe I should stop performing,” you said casually. “Can’t have the star receiver losing focus.”

Rafe chuckled softly, his voice dipping just enough for only you to hear. “Don’t you dare. Best part of game day.” His words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you let yourself look at him. Really look at him. The teasing glint in his eyes, the way his grin softened just for you—it was hard not to feel flustered under his gaze.

But before you could respond, the music started up again, signaling it was time for you to return to the field. You turned away, a small smile playing on your lips as you joined the formation. As the cheerleaders moved into position, you could still feel his eyes on you.

“Focus, Cameron,” you heard one of his teammates shout from a distance. You hid a smirk as you got into formation. If Rafe was distracted, that was his problem. You had a routine to nail, and he’d just have to wait.

[raycatz]

midnight thoughts: like, I know there's a decent number of people in the LU fandom who haven't played the games or have only played botw/tears onwards. So, how familiar are people with zelda music? Like, would anyone be interested in like a fandom discussion post talking about music that stands out from each title?