#the fandom menace is a hate group

[samasmith23]

This scene between Nuke (aka, Frank Simpson) & the Kingpin from Daredevil: Born Again really surprised me given how pro-military & uncritically nationalistic Franky-Boy later became after 9/11.

Like, there’s some legitimately intriguing commentary here about the connections between American corporatism & organized crime as Wilson Fisk uses his corrupt economic & political connections to gain favor with the corrupt US General whom Nuke serves under. Plus, it’s fascinating how Fisk weaponizes rightwing propaganda lies about protesters mistreating Vietnam veterans in order to convince Nuke to commit war crimes in the Hell’s Kitchen district of New York in order to lure Daredevil out of hiding.

Like seriously… what the heck happened to THIS Frank Miller?!

Also, I find it so ironic that the Comicsgate & Fandom Menace chuds who simultaneously lie about comics in the past being “apolitical” and uncritically adore Franky-Boy (including his more modern sexist & Islamophobic works…), seem to conveniently forget that Miller’s work back during the 80s (aka, his GOOD era…), was overtly political! Like seriously, Frank “Nuke” Simpson is an unflattering portrayal of American nationalists & military/gun enthusiasts, and how could a superhero fighting a supervillain who has the American flag tattooed on his face be anything BUT political?!

Speaking of which, considering what a deranged psychopath mercenary Nuke is portrayed as, @atopfourthwall jokingly speculated in his Daredevil: Born Again patreon sponsored review that we finally had a backstory for the bigoted Batman knock-off, the Fixer, from Holy Terror (i.e. the WORST comic of all-time) through Nuke’s characterization here!

Again, to quote Linkara, the Fixer’s non-existent backstory “is the laziest bullcrap motivation and writing that I have seen in a long time!”

Such a shame that Franky-Boy forgot that Nuke was supposed a bad guy when he later rewrote him as the Fixer in 2011…

From Daredevil (1964) #232 by Frank Miller & David Mazzucchelli.

[archerons-arrow]

If you don’t like the folk of the air series, good for you (I guess?) But it costs you nothing to keep its name and your opinion out of the tags. Because tags are usually where fans of things hang out.

Also mirrors are $5 at Target if you wanna see what a clown looks like too.

[shimmering-starsun]

there’s been an insane resurgence of headcannons in the marvel fandom thanks to thunderbolts, so heres my masterlist of headcannons i’ve seen from others that I will continue to add to :)

Yelena

her guinea pig is the group pet—named Nat

insists on doing karaoke every saturday night, she and Ava eat everyone up.

Cooks for EVERYONE. makes sure they all eat enough.

laughs at her own jokes, especially the bad ones. Ava can’t help but laugh with her.

Bucky

leads group therapy seasion every tuesday.

tries* to use brainrot and slang terms, but it catches onto Alexei, so now nobody can convince him otherwise.

helps Bob with his nightmares. Sees pre-serum Steve in Bob so he feels like he needs to protect him

talks about Sam a lot, everyones tired of it.

argues with John constantly, but they always work well together on missions.

It’s a competition to see who can sneak up on and scare bucky. He’s expressionless every time and just says “wow that was so scary”

Insists on silence breaks, everyone starts speaking again after 3 minutes.

says he never cares, but makes sure there’s water and first aid for every mission.

Bob

THE little brother.

has to have some amount of light on when he sleeps. He also loves to sleep in the living room on the couch when other’s are there to listen to the soft of their voices.

May or may not be on Booktok, either way, he reads romance and mystery.

always in the corner drinking tea or a milkshake when the others are fighting.

hates cucumber, any way it’s prepared.

He always beats John in every card or board game. when it’s more than 2 people playing, it doesn’t matter if Bob comes out on top, he always gets a higher score than John.

watches cartoons to heal his inner child, doesn’t let anyone know.

>800 hours on minecraft

hard for him to accept gifts from others, even if it’s a bag of chips, he’ll say he doesn’t deserve it.

actually has a great sense of humor, can make the entire team cry from laughter just by saying something small. Takes him a couple weeks to loosen up and start joking around

Ava

likes to jumpscare people by just appearing out of thin air. Steals everyones snacks because she can.

Ultimate gaslighter, especially towards Bob. shows him those ai videos of sad cat stories and obvious rage bate and he gets pissed about it.

loves halloween and horror movies (a menace on halloween night, especially to John who she would just stand in the hallway and stare menacingly at while in a clown costume or something)

has trouble sleeping. Bucky once found her on the floor of the training room at 3am

once passed out from overworking herself, woke up and found Bob sitting next to her watching over her like a big golden retriever.

Kendrick Lamar enthusiast

Red Guardian

runs a tiktok account where he posts videos of the team (bonus, he puts filters on them and doesn’t tell)

will make the most heinous food combinations and swear they’re good.

hugs a little too tightly.

always gives a big dramatic speech before they go out, even if it’s just for coffee.

tells stories that are 90% lies, but everyone listens anyway.

John

acts as if he doesn’t care for the group, but gets worried if they don’t all text him back.

thinks he has a niche movie collection but it’s not neiche at all. horrible taste in movies (this one is very popular)

resident chef, along with Yelena.

the only one who has an actual schedule.

Gets really quiet after missions, especially if things went bad. Extremely self-critical even if it’s not apparent.

[samasmith23]

What the actual heck?! Iman’s response was the complete and total OPPOSITE of how that chud described it! She was completely calm and rational even if there was some disappointment. The only ones I see “raging” and “losing it” here are these man-baby Comicsgater/FandomMenace chuds! Screw them!

But she gave the most classy and nice response ever.

This is gaslighting at its finest.

[belovedhoon]

Crazy Stupid Fun

paring: nicholas x f! reader fandom: &team wc: 2.5k contains: smut, fake dating, e2l

synopsis: After a stupid dare from your friends, you and nicholas (whom you hate) are forced to “date”...what more can go wrong?

fic under cut >>>>>>>

You’ve made a lot of dumb choices in your life…but this just had to be the dumbest choice you have ever made… Why in your right mind would you ever agree to date Nicholas? Oh yeah that’s right…you weren’t in your right mind, you were drunk and thought you could easily get 200 bucks from your friends by dating the bane of your existence Nicholas Wang for a month. You were never one to turn down a dare, so that brings you to last week’s party…

“A month for 200 dollars? That’s ridiculously easy, bro…” Nicholas all but slurred out in response to K’s stupid dare that you and Nicholas should date for a month, and if you two can keep up with dating, then the both of you get 200 dollars each. You narrowed your eyes slightly before nodding slowly in response. This shouldn’t be too hard, even if you and Nicholas didn’t get along very well. All you had to do was say you’re ‘dating’ and then ignore him for a month, just like normal…right? But, of course, it’s never that easy…

It’s been a week since that stupid bet with your friends to ‘date’ Nicholas, and it’s going pretty well so far, seeing as you haven’t interacted or seen Nicholas since the party. This was gonna be an easy 200 dollars. You were sitting in the cafeteria in Founders Hall with your group of friends, and unfortunately, Nicholas too, when they, of course, addressed the elephant in the room.

“So we’ve noticed that since you and Nicho here have been dating, neither of you has so much as even interacted with the other… That doesn’t really seem like dating to me…just saying…” Euijoo said, a small smirk on his face. You whipped your head towards him as everyone just started agreeing with him.

“You know, Ej, I like you better when you’re quiet.” You grumbled out to the man. He just laughed at your snarky reply. “Do we have to talk and be around each other every day to be dating?” You said, sighing. You could already tell your friends were gonna say something stupid.

“No, we’re not saying you have to see each other every day, but you could at least try to act like you’re dating. Kiss, go on dates, hold hands, kiss…” Fuma said with a sinister grin on his face. Nicholas just scoffed at that, and you just grimaced at the thought of doing any of those things with Nicholas. “Actually, since you guys seem to be wasting our time here, I think we should extend the dating period to 3 months instead, since you two don’t wanna act like a couple,” Fuma said, like the little menace he is. And leave it to your friends to all agree with the evil man. Your eyes widened, and you started to protest. You thought Nicholas would do the same, but he just got up, grabbed your face, and quickly kissed you straight on the lips, causing you to freeze.

“There, is that good enough?” Nicholas scoffed, but there was no bite behind his words. Your eyes widened before you recoiled in surprise.

“What the hell, Nicholas?!” You exclaimed. Nicholas released your face with an amused smirk, enjoying the look of shock on your face.

“I’m tired of their nagging. At least this way they’ll shut up.” Nicholas said, sitting back down in his chair and leaning back. He crossed his arms while maintaining his signature cocky expression. “Remember, you were the one who also agreed to this ridiculous bet. Maybe you should learn to deal with the consequences of your actions better.” He said smugly. You glared at him before huffing out a quick “whatever.”

Nicholas rolls his eyes at your dismissive attitude, but there’s a hint of something else in his expression that you can’t quite place.

“Whatever? That’s all you’ve got? After I just sacrificed my dignity kissing you in front of everyone?” He scoffs before suddenly standing up, towering over you with a challenging look in his eyes. The whole table was silent and in shock over what was occurring at this moment. “You know what? Let’s give them a real show then.” He says before grabbing your hand firmly.

“W-What?” You stutter out, surprised by the way he’s acting. Nicholas just maintains his grip on your hand, pulling you closer despite your protests.

“C’mon, Princess. They’re still watching. We might as well make it convincing.” Nicholas says, smirking. He gestures to your group of friends, who are watching with mixed expressions of shock and amusement. “I can tell you’re just as annoyed as I am. Let’s show them we’re a convincing couple for once.” He says once more. You look at him, then at your friend,s then back at him again.

“Fine.” You say sighing. Nicholas’s eyes widen slightly at your agreement, clearly not expecting it. His confident facade falters for a moment.

“Well, that was easy. But we need to sell this properly…” He says. Then he steps closer, lowering his voice to avoid being heard by your friends. “Do you trust me for once? We’ll get out of this stupid dare for good after this.” He says quietly, just for you to hear. You just nod slightly.

“Fine, I trust you..Just this once, though.” You whisper quietly to him. A genuine smile flickers across his face before he quickly masks it with his usual cocky smirk.

“Good choice. Now, act natural and just..” He says barely above a whisper before he suddenly pulls you closer against his chest, one hand gently resting on your lower back while the other cups your cheek. “This time, let’s give them something real to talk about.” He says so lowly that only you could hear.

“Let’s do this…” You say quietly. Nicholas leans down, his breath warm against your lips as he pauses for a moment.

“You know, for someone who hates me, you’re being surprisingly cooperative.” He observes. His fingers then trace a gentle path along your jawline before tilting your face up towards his. “But I like this side of you better than your usual attitude. Anyways, I’m ready when you are…” He says, every breath coming out warm against your lips. His other hand presses gently against your lower back, keeping you close while giving you the chance to back out. You nod slowly, letting out a small “I’m ready…”

Nicholas’s lips meet yours in a surprisingly tender kiss, different from the quick peck before. He deepens it slightly, maintaining control while allowing you to set the pace. The background fades away as he becomes your sole focus, his cologne and warmth enveloping your senses. He pulls back after a few moments, his cheeks slightly flushed despite his usual composure. Your friends’ cheers and whistles echo in the background.

“Well, that was cute…but you two still have to finish the month…” K said, laughing at you two when you both turned to him with a glare. You two begin to protest when Fuma interrupts.

“How about this? We’ll lessen the time if you two can agree to go on a date and actually follow through with the date.” Fuma says, trying to compromise between you two. You and Nicholas begrudgingly agree. You and Nicholas decide that the two of you will go on said mentioned date on Saturday, which is in two days from now, so that you two have time to prepare. The boys decide that they’re in charge of planning the date, so it’s settled that Nicholas will take you to the carnival that’s in town.

You were surprisingly super nervous for your date with Nicholas tonight… You definitely tore through your closet to find something to wear, but you’d never admit that to anyone… You finally decided on a cute pink mini skirt with heart-shaped pockets and a white cropped tank, You threw on a cute cardigan that matched the shade of pink of your skirt and called it a day. Just as you were putting on your white sneakers, you heard a knock on your front door. You opened it to see Nicholas standing there with a single pink rose. You took in his appearance, and you had to admit he looked so good in his simple, tight-fitted black t-shirt and black oversized jeans. ‘Simple but effective,’ you thought.

“You look pretty…” Nicholas said, holding out the rose that coincidentally matched your outfit. You could feel your face flush at his words, thanking him softly. “So uh, are you ready to go?” Nicholas asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his face also flushed slightly. You nodded before grabbing your keys and locking the door. Nicholas led you to his sleek black car, opening the door for you and then walking to his side and starting it up. The ride to the carnival was short but filled with an awkward silence…The two of you not knowing how to react to this situation.

When you got to the carnival, Nicholas got out and rushed to open your door and the two of you proceeded to walk beside each other around the carnival. You two made your way over to the games, and Nicholas won the game on his first chance, which in turn got him to win a cute Kuromi plush, which he gave to you. You smiled graciously, excited to add another Sanrio plush to your collection.

“Hey Nicholas, wanna go on that scary house ride?” You asked him. He just nodded before leading you to the scary-looking entrance. You two walked inside the dark building, walking around and jumping at the scary sounds and animatronics. You grabbed Nicholas's hand in fear as another terrifying clown jumped up at you. Nicholas flinched out of surprise but didn’t let go of your hand. He led you two to this one door that honestly didn’t look normal, but you two proceeded to walk through it anyway. As you two walked in, the door suddenly locked in place, startling you two.

“Uh, was that supposed to happen?” Nicholas asked, confused. You turned to him with panic in your eyes. You tried to open the door but to no avail. Nicholas tried as well, but with no luck…You two were trapped. You started to freak out because of it being dim in the room and the fact that you were trapped…

“Hey, it’s okay, Y/N. Don’t panic, we’ll get out, someone will come looking for us.” Nicholas said calmly. You nodded with tears in your eyes. Nicholas sighed before grabbing you and pulling you into an embrace to help calm you. You sobbed as you held onto him. He tilted your head up and made you look into his eyes. His eyes glanced down at your lips before looking back into your eyes. He then leaned down slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to, but you didn’t…You wanted him to kiss you. So, he did just that. He kissed you softly, his hand still on your cheek, gently. You deepened the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt tightly. Nicholas traced his tongue against your bottom lip, to which you parted your lips to grant him access. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, tangling with your own, causing you both to let out a moan. Nicholas traced his other hand up and dwon your back soothingly before he brought it down to your ass and grabbed softly. You let out a whimper at the feeling. You pulled away from the kiss, breathless.

“Nicho…I-I want you…” You let out softly, slightly embarrassed to admit such a thing. Nicholas’s eyes widened slightly before nodding. He turned you around so that you were facing the door. You placed your hands on the door, and Nicholas then flipped your skirt up to expose your soaked white lace panties to his eyes. He groaned at the sight, pulling the ruined fabric down your legs, letting you step out of them. He spread your legs slightly to give him more room before taking two fingers and running them up and down your folds before circling your clit. You whined out as he easily slipped those two fingers inside you. “Nicho, please, I need you now…” You moaned out needily.

“Wait love, I need to stretch you for my cock.” Nicholas groaned out at the feeling of you clenching so tightly around his fingers. He then began to thrust his fingers inside you at a steady pace, which in turn caused you to whine out your pleasure. He kept up the pace as he brought his other hand to your clit and began to rub it harshly. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening embarrassingly fast at his actions. Just when you felt the knot about to unravel, he pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth, holding eye contact with you as you looked over your shoulder at him. He sucked on his fingers groaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

Nicholas brought his hands down to his jeans ans unbuttoned and unzipped them enough to pull his thick throbbing cock out. He pushed you up against the door again and brought his swollen tip to run through your folds before pushing it inside of you in one harsh thrust. You all but screaming out at the sudden intrusion. From the first thrust, Nicholas set a brutal pace, ramming into you from behind. Nicholas brought his hand to your neck and held it there to hold you up against his chest as he kept up his fast, harsh pace.

“That little skirt of yours has been driving me crazy all night…I’ve been hard ever since you opened the door to your apartment…” Nicholas growled out. You just whimpered in response, not being able to form words because of how good he was making you feel. You whined out as your high suddenly out of nowhere crashed into you. You clenched tightly around his swollen cock, soaking it with your juices. Nicholas hissing at the feeling, spilling his seed inside you unexpectedly. He groaned as he thrust sloppily to ride out your highs. He pulled out of you, rubbing your back soothingly, then helped you put your panties back on. Just as you two fixed yourselves up, you heard the door finally opening. Light flooding the room.

“Are you two okay?” The ride attendant asked you. You both looked at each other and smirked before nodding.

“We’re more than okay now, thank you…” Nicholas replied before the attendant led you two out of the ride. The whole time, your mind was racing with what just happened. Maybe you and Nicholas didn’t hate each other as much as you thought…

[samasmith23]

Because sadly some people are simply just misogynistic & racist grifters…

The amount of people and outlets that want the marvels to "fail" is disgusting

I know. It's like people have a personal vendetta with this film or something. It's like 3 women fighting some aliens with some cats involved. How does it inspire so much hate.

[samasmith23]

The current sad state of Star Wars fandom in a nutshell…

[quipxotic]

I truly get some folks' reactions to c3e118. If you've followed CR from the beginning and/or have a very deep love for Exandria as a place above everything else, including the main characters of this campaign, of course anything that puts Exandria at risk is going to be unfathomable. Never mind that Exandria is always at risk because that is the nature of D&D environments, they're always being menaced by something because that is part of their function, otherwise D&D parties would have nothing to do. But this time some folks feel like it's the party that has put it at more risk than usual and that is not generally what most non-evil-aligned parties do. To me it feels…unlikely that this is the first time it’s happened in all of CR, but what do I know? Maybe it is? Or maybe to this extent?

Whatever, point is I completely understand that feeling and I’m sad so many of my fellow fans are upset because of it. Especially because to me this is all very exciting and I like to share that excitement with other folks. That is the fun of fandom spaces online, that shared happiness and excitement in something that you can enjoy collectively. I wish that could be the case here, but clearly it isn’t going to happen this time, at least for part of the fandom.

What I don't get are folks who seem so shocked that Bell's Hells, in particular, did this. They were talking about these exact actions as an option as recently as c3e115 during their conversations with the Mighty Nein. Did folks think they were lying? Maybe they wanted it not to be true so badly they convinced themselves it could never happen?

And, at least in a few cases in the fandom, it's apparently hard to hear what the characters are saying over the sound of your own voice telling them to shut up. To be clear, this last group is the only one I don’t have any sympathy for. You chose to follow something you hated for YEARS. Why should I care that you hate it now too?

[loving-family-poll]

Omg we can send you weirdcest confessions? I have a little classic codependent dynamic with my younger brother which might tickle some people.

Soooo, I moved half way across the country many years ago because prior to that I had been sharing a 1 room apartment (a bed too but very kosher I promise, rent is just expensive) with my brother for years as I pushed him to finish highschool and start college classes and just looked out for him so that he didn't get lost in the shuffle when my parents divorced because he was the youngest.

The thing is that by the time he was an adult, I never wanted to give him up. Like, if we could go to old age as a duo, I would have been happy. I had a lot of angst that I wouldn't let him mature so I did something weird and dramatic - I moved the fuck across the country, pretty much dropped out of his life just when he had reached adulthood and left him.

It was kind of a stone cold thing to do, but I moved in with someone I was dating online and went through a whole relationship till that ended. On the other hand, it was none too soon because at that point he kept trying to share his porn collection with me and mentally I was like, dude, i know this trope, I invented it.

tbh he really missed me so much and vice versa. I think both of us experienced a level of loneliness we never would have felt if I hadn't just arbitrarily decided it was bad if I let us stay co-dependent. I don't really know if it was justified. The few times we visited each other over the years, we basically just cuddled and missed each other and moped about being sad.

But it worked? He stuck like glue to a large group of friends and even started dating one of them, the girl who would eventually become his fiance.

This woman. I hated her for years. I thought she was terrible for him. She was too attractive and too cool tempered and too intelligent, and I just thought she was going to break his heart eventually. But, somehow they worked out, and when I moved back to my hometown she lured me in like a scared alley cat by making me feel welcome in the gentlest of ways, never overwhelming, an introvert's overture to another introvert.

My brother and I used to mildly flirt with each other pretty often as a joke, and he still does, although I try not to encourage it. It's a little too on the nose, right? If you scratch me, I bleed incest fandom. But these days its usually his fiance making jokes that I should be the filling in a them sandwhich (sit between them) because they want to "share me" My brother's fiance is ace or I would be a lot more freaked out about that tbh. I think they just both like to make me blush, which I can't blame them for.

NGL, I think she is pleased to have achieved two brothers for the price of one.

I thank god she is ace, because she is a menace - in one afternoon she will ask me to lather her back with sunscreen, invite me to check out at her bottom (for ticks) and cheerfully command me to smack her boob (there was a fly,) all while my brother is there watching and laughing as I flounder in queer panic.

In a more concrete fashion, they want me to move in with them when they buy their house and cosign on it and everything. So I guess I am getting what I wanted, but it's a trio instead of a duo.

Bruh I think they want to fuck you

[lefaystrent]

Florida Man Cannot Be Contained

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic dlampr

Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Remus is not the menace of the friend group.

It's Patton.

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The six of them were hanging out for the first time.

More accurately, Logan had recently been absorbed into Virgil's friend group.

They've had classes together over a few semesters. Logan's majoring in Chemical Engineering, and Virgil's majoring in Forensic Science, so there's some overlap and a lot of shared interests. While he appreciated Virgil's clever-streak and conversational merit, Logan never would have offered to spend time together outside of the classroom. He convinced himself he didn't need extracurriculars, like friendship.

"Come meet my friends, nerd," Virgil ordered after class one day.

And that was that.

On their way to a pizza joint outside of campus, Logan observed the others. They were loud, obnoxious, flamboyant, and below his intelligence. His mother would never approve.

Logan vindictively liked them.

"Oh my gosh, I love your new bag, Janus!"

"Thank you, it's Prada."

"I didn't know they sold Prada at Goodwill."

"....they do now."

Virgil maneuvered himself to be his social buffer. He kept close by Logan's elbow, and muttered meanings to inside jokes and slang to him when Logan so much as raised a brow. At some point, he stopped in his tracks.

"What is it?" Logan asked, halting beside him. The rest of the group drifted slowly past them, the gait of their walk unhurried. Everyone was too busy enjoying gossiping.

Except Patton. He had this wild look in his eyes and he began to shuffle off the sidewalk. His lips pressed together tight as if he were holding back a grin.

"Patton, man, don't," Virgil told him, but Patton wasn't looking at him. He stole glances at Roman, making sure that the other was too caught up in conversation with his brother to pay attention to him. He took a few steps to the right into the grass near a house. Then he took off.

Roman, catching on too late, noticed the man run with a strange mixture of dawning horror and exasperated suffering. "Pat– Patton. Pat, please– don't you DARE, GET BACK HERE!" He tossed his bag to Remus halfway through and took off in a dead sprint.

"What is happening?" Logan asked.

"Patton's a lunatic," Virgil sighed. Janus sighed as well and Remus spurred Patton on with whoops.

Patton hightailed it into the backyard of the random house and unceremoniously belly flopped into the pool. Roman jumped in right behind, barely pausing to shuck off his shoes in time, the sneakers flying through the air.

"Does he often trespass?" Logan questioned. "I'm not bothered, just curious."

"Only when there are pools involved. He does it so Roman will save him."

"Why would he need saving?"

"The idiot can't swim."

Out in the pool, Logan can make out some of Roman's nonplussed yelling after he resurfaced with an armful of Patton. Patton, for his part, seemed endlessly pleased with himself.

"My hero!" Patton gushed and began fawning over Roman, much to his chagrin.

Then the homeowner came out and Janus concocted an outlandish story consisting of how Patton fell into the pool totally by accident.

"This is the third time this week," the homeowner accused.

"And to that I say..." Janus paused. He took off his hat, held it to his chest, opened his mouth to elaborate–

And ran the fuck away.

"There he goes," Remus whistles. "How I hate to see it, how I love to watch it."

Roman sat at the pool's edge, arms resting on his knees and absolutely soaked. "You're grounded," he told Patton sitting beside him.

Patton beamed with pride. Virgil tried to hide behind his hands.

"Please just leave," the homeowner requested.

They quickly made themselves scarce.

[estro-gem]

Jax x Ragatha: The snake and the water spring

The Amazing Digital Circus AU: Oasis.

Author's note: I found this show by chance and I took a great liking to it! So now I did a thing, instead of studying for upcoming exams, because I love making things difficult for myself, apparently.

I have no idea what the fandom is like, but I'm playing it safe just to be... well... safe. I just loved the concept of this show so much that I couldn't help but be inspired by it! It got me thinking and I let it all out in this... thing.

I want to write more one-shot fics about the other characters and how they fit into this au too, but I don't know when I'll be able to.

WARNING! None of these characters are mine and everything mentioned and described is purely made-up fiction; inspired by works that are not my own. Nothing should be considered canon or taken seriously - we are all here to have some harmless fun! No age restrictions. I think this might be appropriate for all ages...?

Please show some love and support for Gooseworx; the creator of The Amazing Digital Circus!

I definitely butchered Gooseworx's characters by adding unnecessary 'relationship dynamics' and deviating from their original personalities. I promise that the actual show and characters are so much better than they are in my false portrayal of them.

SUMMARY:

A fanmade take on the events following Pomni's arrival and after the crew had dinner together. This is focused on Jax's point of view, but still written in the third person.

Jax confronts Ragatha after the pilot episode's 'dinner' and does his best to comfort her in a way that works for them. That's it.

Please enjoy!

THE SNAKE AND THE WATER SPRING

Jax was a desert snake.

Nothing but a cold-blooded pest that lived to find his next meal.

When one is left to die under the scorching sun, you can’t stomp on the sun for creating a desert, but you could stomp on the desert snake if it added to the pain of surviving in said desert. The Digital Realm was nothing but a desert sun – a cage with no exit and an evil with no target.

It was no secret why so many had lost their minds here.

Jax took on the role of being the snake. It was never announced or planned, but it was deemed necessary by all who came to know the realm. The inhabitants of The Amazing Digital Circus craved any sense of control; something they could hold accountable for their torment – something they could punish. A menace, parasite.

Evil with a target: Jax.

It was fun to act out while everybody went about their lives. He could unapologetically be the worst being known to man and thrive on the rage and hatred of all he had affected. If they hated him, he was fulfilling his role perfectly… and that meant they could stay sane and do their parts as he did his. Less people would be lost to insanity… and the group would grow stronger.

Everyone had a role in their system – an oasis was established, with Ragatha as the heart of the oasis; their very own water spring.

But when a new invading creature bursts into the oasis with no knowledge of this system, their system would be doomed. Pomni happened to be that invader. Everyone could collectively, yet silently agree that she was acting by her own careless devices since she arrived a few hours ago. She greedily soaked up their water source and left it barren, dry, and suffering.

Granted, Pomni didn’t know how their oasis worked, but it didn’t change the fact that she disrupted everything by showing up. She would have to catch on quickly and prove herself useful, before anyone else loses their minds.

They lost one of their own already… and they almost lost their beloved Ragatha; Jax’s equal and opposite.

Their precious water source.

Snakes offered venom, while water springs offered hope of life. They all desperately needed Ragatha to survive. While most would assume her to be fine after being fixed by Caine, Jax knew better than that. He saw her reluctantly stand aside Pomni to support her – beautifully acting within her role as she always would, but it was clear that Pomni still didn’t understand how scarce the water was by then. Rags was spread thin enough by handling the extra stress and enduring the continuous pain of being corrupted by the abstraction, but that didn’t stop Pomni from practically having a mental breakdown at the dinner table.

Jax saw that coming from a mile away. Thank goodness he silently took the open seat next to Pomni, silent in his insistence that the ragdoll should keep her distance for the time being. He’d give anything to destroy the little jester for abusing his doll. Ragatha was acting perfectly normal at the time – her masked smile perfectly set on her face – until it was time for them all to retire to their respective bedrooms.

Jax wished that he would’ve just dragged her after him when he booked it from the abstraction earlier today. Pomni would have been the perfect distraction for them to escape and get Caine.

He stood at Ragatha’s door after dinner.

Jax made a point to ring the doorbell this time. Usually, he’d just pluck out a key and saunter in like he owns the place, but with what happened today, he’d make an exception. Everyone has their limit – and someone has already reached their limit today. They couldn’t risk losing another one. Especially not Raggs. They all really needed her.

When she didn’t open, he tried the bell again. Nothing.

Well, time for the key, then.

He shoved his hand down his front pocket and fished out the doll’s room key. The bunny didn’t waste time opening the door. He wanted to see what state the girl was in, despite dreading the possibility of finding an abstracted amalgamation on the other side.

Silence.

Not even a creak was heard from the hallway. The room was lit up as it usually was, so that was a good sign, at least. Jax couldn’t see an obvious black body of eyes – another win. But where was Ragatha? He did see her walk into her room, so she had to be here.

He walked around, keeping his cool, casual composure fixed, despite no one being around. It was effortless at this point. It became a way for him to focus on what he could control in this crazy digital prison; himself.

He couldn’t, however, control his ability to spot a blasted ragdoll, it would seem. He scanned the room again, until his eyes fell on her ¾ bed. Could she-?

The bunny rolled his eyes at himself as he lowered himself onto his knees – maybe he could convince himself that he was not phased by the situation. Bending down, he peered beneath the bed frame.

Jax sighed in exasperation. Or was it relief? Both?

Ragatha was in the state she was in before retiring to her room. No gliching, no extra eyes.

Just Raggs.

She didn’t look good, though. The doll was curled up beneath her bed and blindly staring ahead of her. It didn’t look like she was breathing – not that they needed to anyway, but it was uncanny to see Rags like this. She was their voice of reason. She was a water spring in this desert.

If she dried up, their desert would be doomed.

Jax silently stood up and walked back to the open door again. No need to make a fuss over this. He took hold of the door handle and shut it from the inside. Key in hand, he locked the door and nodded to himself. Ragatha needed a raincloud… and he’d have to fill that role now. It’s the least he could do after leaving her to fend for herself when they found the abstraction today.

Why didn’t she run with him? Why did think she could fix someone whose mind was broken beyond repair? Why didn’t she just leave the rookie as bait?

Because that just wasn’t her role, was it?

If it weren’t for her nature – her role – none of them would have made it this far. It dawned on Jax, once again, how close they were to losing their beloved doll. How close they were to being stuck with an invader who knew nothing about what it took to survive in this hell hole.

Enough.

Back to the bed, crouched down and silent Jax positioned himself to lay down and simply look over the red head from a relative distance. There was enough space for the doll to crawl out of hiding without having to touch him. The bunny still hadn’t said a word. It’d be stupid to talk, and he didn’t feel like making the effort. He just wanted things back to normal again – well… as normal as it could have been.

Now Kaufmo is gone, a new creature was invading their home, tearing it up from the roots and tipping the delicate scales of the balance they worked very hard on creating. All because of a lunatic ringmaster having the bright idea of creating a fake exit-door. Someone better get that jester on a tight leash to get her to fall in line, like the rest of them were forced to.

He knew he, for one, wouldn’t mind roughing her up a bit. It was his specialty – his role. The parasite. The menace. The instigator.

Evil with an actual target.

The sound of shifting and movement had Jax blink out of his own head. Ragatha was slowly and dumbly making her way out from under her bed. Her eyes were still fogged over and her face still eerily blank, but at least she came out of hiding out of her own will. In a matter of seconds, the doll was out from her hiding place and settled on the floor beside Jax. She was staring him in the eyes now, waiting for the bunny, silently pleading.

Jax hadn’t had his aloof-douchebag persona engaged since he locked Ragatha’s door. She didn’t need a menace now – she needed to be grounded; revitalized. She needed a dark raincloud to fill up the water spring they all needed.

He didn’t look forward to what needed to be done, but he wouldn’t allow anyone else to do it.

He moved to stand up and held out a hand to help her up. He took note of the way her hand was shaking when she took his and gently guided her to the bed. The red head was the first to sit, then moved to lay down on her back and numbly stare at the ceiling. With a deep breath, Jax gathered himself mentally and cautiously crept onto the bed and positioned himself to briefly hover over her, before lowering his full weight onto Ragatha.

He had his head in the crook of her neck, on the left shoulder with his ears folding back to floppily droop to his upper back… with his left hand resting on the opposite shoulder. His body, although slim, enveloped hers and caused her to sink slightly into the mattress. His legs just loosely laid over and aside the ragdoll’s. It was more important to have his weight resting on her torso anyway.

For a long moment, they just motionlessly laid on the bed like this. To an outsider, it would look like they fell asleep atop each other or simply cuddled together very closely.

An outsider wouldn’t see that Jax was focused on the slow process of Ragatha’s body relaxing under his weight and her breathing slowing to a regular rhythm. An outsider wouldn’t have known that this was hardly the first time they’d done this – how long it took Jax to learn that this make-shift deep-pressure therapy was the most effective grounding technique for Ragatha to collect herself again.

They wouldn’t understand that Jax didn’t do this out of wanting to, but rather out of necessity.

Jax didn’t like to be touched. If anything, he was very capable of merely tolerating it. Everyone in the circus knew that he was touch-averse; some even used that as leverage to mess with him if the situation called for it. It was a necessity that he endured to keep his doll sane – to keep anyone of importance here in the circus, sane. Their whole lives revolved around mental strength. It was all just a matter of staying sane.

The laid there for what felt like a lifetime.

Slight shifting beside Jax alerted him that the doll was moving her arms – previously stiffly pinned to her sides. This was good, she felt comfortable enough to move around now!

Her left hand gently snaked up to the bunny’s head and slowly, softly petted his ears in a longitude motion. Her right hand wrapped loosely around his middle-to-lower back – motionless. This was bad, Jax did not like being touched like that!

While he was fine with the rhythmic touches of Ragatha’s left hand, he despised the idle position of the right hand resting on his back. He couldn’t prevent himself from tensing up in discomfort.

Bad touch, bad touch, bad-

This caused the ragdoll to tense up and rip her hands off him as if he burned her.

Oh no you don’t! We are not starting all over again.

He slowly pulls away and propped up unto his elbows, hearing Ragatha’s breathing pick up as she presumably spirals into her own thoughts on how he was going to leave her like this. Jax cast down a disapproving look. He broke his gaze to unceremoniously take her right hand – now clutched close to her chest – and intertwined their fingers, before resting his head on her left shoulder once again. He close eyes as he use his free hand to put her left hand on his head again, waiting for her to resume her petting.

Good touch; this was a good touch. Please understand.

Thankfully, Ragatha relaxed… and continued her previous slow, rhythmic motions. Slowly, Jax felt her relax once again and he indulged into her need for touch by stroking his thumb over hers occasionally.

Soon they fell into a rhythm; Ragatha would pet Jax’s ears 3 times, then it was his turn to stroke his thumb over hers. Then they would repeat the routine. This also helped Jax cope with the touching; the routine. The rhythm.

It felt like hours ticked by as the two just practiced their little unspoken routine. Jax grew used to it after a while, almost forgetting that his new mattress was now a sentient ragdoll and completely tuned into their rhythm of touches.

Pet… pet… pet… thumb. Pet… pet… pet… thumb.

Jax didn’t like touch, but he loved routine.

The doll and the bunny’s time together, once nothing but grounding techniques, grew to become an intimate exchange of touches and caresses – all wrapped in a routine, like a dance. Jax felt warm and fuzzy inside; for once he basked in the moment of enjoying his dolly. He lazily wondered if Ragatha felt the same. He shifted his head to look at her.

The doll looked down to meet his eyes when she felt him move. He could swear that she looked at peace, basking in the bliss of their closeness. For some reason, she looked like an angel. They all saw her as their angel. Had he successfully pinned a heavenly body beneath him?

Her gentle, longing gaze made a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupt from his core.

This wasn’t the first time this feeling invaded his being when they did this – as rare as these moments were. He wasn’t sure when he started experiencing such feelings during these rare encounters, but as months crawled by, he felt drawn to his dolly more and more. Based on how she looked at him, he could only assume that she felt it too.

Something so foreign, yet so familiar.

He didn’t fail to spot the warmth rushing to her cheeks when their eyes met. She looked so ethereal beneath him, especially when her breathing picked up under his firm gaze. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were lidded. This time, it wasn’t fear or overstimulation. It was anticipation. It was desire.

Jax internally flinched at the tingly sensation when he smoothly burrowed his face into Ragatha’s neck. She shivered at the breath he let out against her skin. He could tolerate the touching a little longer, as long as he could see her crumble again. He wanted to see her walls crumble again.

“Jax- ”

Oh… he had to hear her again. More clearly, next time. This was torture, but she made him into her own personal masochist. His skin crawled at the sensation of her skin shivering against him, but he needed more. He could take it. Just a little longer – he just had to stand these sensations a little longer. He looked at her again.

Ragatha was reverting to a helpless puddle. The doll’s arms were gripping at the covers beneath her, successfully eliminating the bother of excessive contact that he despised. Jax didn’t know if she did it with that intension or without thinking, but either way, he was thankful. He really wanted more.

Why couldn’t he just be normal?

He lifted onto his elbows again and – dare one say – lovingly looked at her face. She could only peek back at him, breathing slightly faster than usual. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shaky hand rise from the covers and hover next to his cheek, while her eyes pleaded for his mercy. He hesitated but bit the bullet to comply; leaning into her touch while desperately trying to ignore the odd tingles. Jax convinced himself to kiss her wrist and drowned himself in the pleasure of hearing her softly call his name.

He only heard it because he was listening so closely for it.

Yes.

DING DONG

In a flash, Jax braced himself up into a crouch and slammed his foot down with a mighty THUMP upon hearing Ragatha startle into a fit when the doorbell chimed. His hair on his back stood on end and his claws ripped through his gloves, leaving gouges in the covers beside the doll’s head.

His precious doll was disturbed again!

He heard her soft cry of fear and his blood boiled with a thirst for vengeance. Only he can make her cry out. He’ll skin the soul that dared to-

“Ragatha…? Can we talk?”

That DAMN jester!

“Jax?” a quiet voice trembled in his ear from beneath him. Jax stopped glaring at the door to softly glance down and see what his little doll wanted.

“Don’t…” Raggs sounded like she was begging while being held at gunpoint, whispering despite their rooms being enchanted to not hear anything from the outside when the door is shut.

Jax wouldn’t dare let that thing inside. Raggs was upset enough as it is.

“Look, I know it probably wouldn’t make a difference…” Pomni’s voice came from the other side door again, “…but I’m so sorry for running off… Again… I saw that exit and I had to see if it was real. No one else believed me and I started to think that I was losing my mind. You understand that, right?”

Jax placed both his hands down on the mattress, blocking the doll’s view of the door as if it could block the sound of the voice from reaching the Raggs’s ears, still hovering over her. He knew that his dolly didn’t want to hear anything the harlequin had to say now – he had half the mind to get up and bash the newbie’s head in.

“I hope we can talk about this some time. You are probably tired after such a long, crazy day.” Pomni’s voice died down near the end, “It feels like you’re the only good person here.”

She really is, but she’s too good for you. Selfish leech.

Jax looks down to the girl, still stiff as a board beneath him. Her eye was shiny with the swell of tears. He melted at the sight – anger simmering down. She was just a sweet little rag dolly, she didn’t deserve any of this, but oh, he was so happy to see Ragatha finally emote something again. She was OK again. Their water source was filled once again, now threatening to spill over. He’d happily welcome the flood.

He needed her.

The sound of fading footsteps causes Jax to rip his eyes to the direction of the door. His hearing was better than the dolls, probably thanks to being a rabbit.

Good riddance.

Ragatha seemed to relax at the sight of Jax deflating his stance, reading that Pomni probably left her door. She hesitantly reached up to cup Jax’s cheek. Jax followed her hand’s motion and scoffed, cringing at the invasion. He’s had enough touching for a week. It sucked to leave his doll so soon after being distressed again, but he couldn’t bring himself stand any more of this. He quickly got up and smoothed out his clothes, but not without missing the flash of hurt in the doll’s eyes. He felt bad, but he had to be strong with the new girl around, so straining himself now would only make matters worse and mess up the whole system.

Still, seemingly bored, Jax stood in his spot while rocking on his heels and looking off to the side, only sparing her a glance. Raggs sat up by then. She looked a little worse for wear, but it’s an improvement from hiding under her bed. She rested her elbows on her knees with her chin in her hands. The hurt in her eyes was long gone, but she looked tired. Poor thing, Jax shared the sentiment.

He felt her eye bore into the side of his face and the bunny couldn’t stop himself before he rolled his eyes and looked to her again. He could’ve choked on air when he saw her face, but the years of steeling his demeanor left no trace of his inner turmoil.

Raggs sported that longing look in her eyes again.

They were so close this time – closer than they’ve ever been before. Each time they spent together on nights like this, although few and far between, they grew closer… and hungrier. Neither understood what it was, but they never had the chance to just collapse into it, tonight being the closest to that.

But there was always something, right?

Jax allowed gaze to soften. His doll offered a small smile that almost ripped his heart out if his chest. It was drenched with melancholy of something she knew they could never have.

Because their roles in their little ecosystem didn’t allow for it to ever be theirs. It would never work.

This was survival.

The rabbit steeled his demeanor once again, but this time, his doll’s face didn’t fall.

Good, as it should be.

Jax walked to the door and fished out the key from his front pocket. He didn’t bother looking back. If he did, he wouldn’t have the will to leave anymore. When he opened the door, though, he couldn’t help but mumble out teasingly.

“See yah later, Doll~!”

He wished that he could shout his affections for her out into the void instead.

“I’m not your doll.” Ragatha responded, voice still wobbly and tired, but perky regardless. She knew just how to indulge him.

Yes, she is… she always will be.

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A long love letter to one of my other fandoms - Jem and the Holograms

CAN I INTEREST YOU IN MY OBSCURE CANON? Especially if you're into f/f. Or canon queer characters, including a trans lesbian. Adorable sexy fat characters. Adorable sexy thin characters. Adorable fashion. Adorable songs. Everything is so freaking adorable.

This is going to be long, but it has lots of pretty pictures and videos.

Showtime, Synergy.

When I was a primary school student, the cartoon version and dolls of JEM! aka Jem and the Holograms were what my inner world revolved around. It's the story of a young woman called Jerrica who, along with her younger sister and foster sisters, inherits her father's legacy—half a record company, a foster home, and an intelligent super computer who can create holograms. Jerrica uses this to create a new identity, Jem, to lead her sisters in a band, and their good deeds and pure pop were opposed by the selfish, wild Misfits (who were my favourites, led by diva Pizzazz) and later Eurorock power ballad band the Stingers. Oh, and it had three perfect little pop gems every episode. Please watch the original opening theme, it's so good.

Jerrica was my heroine, no two ways about it. She was a rock star. She was clever, and kind, and a wonderful sister, and a fantastic record label manager, and did big benefit concerts for charity, and had a whole house full of freaking orphans. She also had a really messed up relationship with her boyfriend, Rio, who she was dating in both identities and gaslighting him like woah, but I hated Rio for cheating on Jerrica with... herself... so that was fine.

It's one of my oldest fandoms. And I am about the f/f.

Hands down, the most popular f/f pairing is Stormer/Kimber, which I hold is as canon as Christy Marx (the head writer) could make them. The sweetest Misfit and the wildest Hologram and their star-crossed love. (Kimber also dated pretty much every man she ever met, to the extent of walking down the aisle with one man because she was peeved another man didn't propose to her. Kimber was a mess, bless her.)

They did like run down beaches at sunset hand-in-hand and Stormer keeps a picture of Kimber on her bedside table, that she gazes longingly at. Also look at this, there is no way this isn't the Holgrams and the Misfits trying to protect the babies of their groups from a bad romance. Pizzazz singing "She'll break your heart in two" kills me.

Oh, and this is Kimber and Stormer in the more recent IDW comics series.

YOU LOOK... STARS. Is that not the most adorably besotted thing ever? Also, those of you who know my weakness for all-bones/all-curves are nodding knowingly now.

God they are so ludicrously cute, I can't even. And don't worry, Shana, the comics also turn your incredibly boring cartoon boyfriend Anthony into an adorable teddybear of a man. One weird trick pulled by the comics is to make the male cast actually lovable, even Rio, but this post is mostly about the ladies. The comics brings the story up to date. No great pop gems, but modern diversity. Different bodies, different faces, the first trans lesbian Misfit, Blaze,--who is in a relationship my beloved Misfit hanger-on and troublemaker, Clash. FINALLY SHE GETS A MISFITS GIRLFRIEND, everything I ever wanted for Clash.

Blaze has the fiery hair, naturally, while Clash currently rocks teal. Also Blaze is a sweetie, and you could argue Clash is terrible and doesn't deserve anything, but shut up, I love her and she's very sweet to Blaze. Just a menace to life and safety otherwise.

The comic also gives Misfit Jetta the identity her creator originally wanted for her (Black-Asian) despite the producers going no, she has to be white because she's English, the UK only has white people or something. Did I mention Jetta? She was a late addition to the Misfits (they needed more dolls), and i adore her. In the cartoon, she's a rough and tumble saxophonist who tells outrageous lies about her connections with royalty to band leader Pizzazz, who being a dumb rich American, swallows them all and tells Jetta Daddy will take care of her Visa. Pizzazz was very, VERY taken with her at first sight.

Actually, though, the arrival of Jetta didn't displace Pizzazz/Roxy (the girl with the white hair, a tough (reading butch), illiterate Italian American bass player (and my actual favourite character apart from Jerrica herself) as my favourite ship. Jetta/Roxy did. Because Roxy is painfully, agonisingly jealous of Jetta taking Pizzazz's attention and Roxy and Jetta quarrel nonstop and, yeah, I ship "Roxy eventually lets go of her obvious pining for Pizzazz and ends up with Jetta".

Also, good news.

OMG they were roommates. SECRET roommates. My ship lives. Also, Jetta and Roxy think it's hilarious that Pizzazz could ever think anyone could outvote her. She's Pizzazz. It's not a democracy.

One last thing - the Stingers. Their doll line (and the cartoon) was cancelled, but they are so great. They are also pretty much a polycule in the cartoon. I am not kidding, at one point Riot goes "It's time for bed. Come on, girls." Anyway, Riot is Jerrica's romantic temptation (as Jem) and he is also very queer coded. There's this background episode where he was never manly enough for his father, who wanted him to be a tough military man, when he is secretly.... a musician, who likes fabulous clothes.

Until Jem convinces him to come out and be true to himself, and he sings a power ballad called "Let Me Be" about being his real self and his father finally accepts him as he is. That song kinds of sucks, so have a fun Stingers song from earlier in the episode (still with bonus Daddy angst and GREAT fashion.)

I really hate the interior art of the Stingers arc in the comics (everyone has flat faces, bulging eyes and no noses), but on the covers, Riot is so delightfully androgynous. The cast is, left to right, Raya, Minx, Riot and Rapture. Yes, Raya was the last added Hologram in the cartoon, it's complicated. And yeah. As well as the poclycule, I ship Rapture/Minx as a couple in every version.

OH. And there was a live action movie ten years back. We don't talk about the live action movie, for a lot of reasons, including exploitation of the Jem faithful fans. It didn't happen. Except for the FREAKING AFTER CREDITS SCENE which finally introduces the Misfits. Kesha as Pizzazz is the best thing in the whole damn movie. What could have been. And I ship Jetta/Erica based on this tiny scene.

Okay,

I guess I have to wind it downeventually . if it comes to which version I love and recommend, it's both. The cartoon wins through the songs, and nostalgia. The comic wins through somehow channelling everything it would be wonderful if the cartoon had been able to do in a 1980s kids' cartoon - except I do miss the Starlight Girls (Jerrica's orphans.) They are both amazing and oh how I would love people requesting f/f in exchanges more so I could write for them. One more picture. Wonderful box at from the 1990s dolls.

This is Synergy. The computer.

I freaking love Jem.

[greenerteacups]

The Dramione fandom truly runs on the fumes of what could have been based on book canon... but I will say that Goblet of Fire provided two tiny moments which, if JKR had been about that romance subplot life, could've provided the turning point in both Draco's characterisation and a Dramione romance. Those are, a) the interesting way Draco warned Harry and Ron to get specifically Hermione away from the Deatheaters at the Quidditch world cup, and b) that moment at the Yule Ball where the text implies that, along with basically everyone else, Draco too is speechless over how pretty Hermione looks.

This was enough for my shipper heart to go "oh, wouldn't that be interesting". Though, I do acknowledge this to be hardly anything to go on... I have to maintain that, because I think JKR could have and should have done so much more with Draco's characterisation and let him actually grow and change within the text, if he had been given an actual arc there could've been something there Dramionewise and recognising a burgeoning attraction to Hermione could've been an interesting inciting moment.

In fact, my feral shipping brain couldn't help but recognise how such a development could've set up a wonderful inverted mirror to the previous generation; Draco could've in a sense paralleled Wormtail, Sirius and Regulus; betraying the Deatheaters, some of them his friends and family, in order to help the trio / Harry... making a core group of four friends instead of three in the end, like the Marauders, and also Snape (being in love with a muggleborn girl leading to the decision to defect). I wish I could be normal about this, but the thought of how interesting that could have been drives me crazy!

Yeah, I feel you! I see those moments discussed a lot. The World Cup scene comes off to me as more menacing than concerned — in context of Draco's otherwise gleeful behavior in the scene, it reads as a threat, not a warning. I'm not going to stand here and say it couldn't be spun another way, or that it isn't interesting when writers take that line and give it a different delivery. And I hate to sound like some crabby Old who goes around bitching about people in fandom doing fandom stuff. The reason I keep harping on Draco being a shitty person in the books is because I like it when Draco is a realistic A-grade piece of shit, because (1) I think that's a more realistic depiction in-universe of a kid from his background, and (2) I love love love flawed piece-of-shit characters, and (3) it gives him more interesting room to grow. That's why I like him and Hermione together! Because that premise, the idea of their relationship, basically forces the author to do a full system reboot on his character and upbringing. You can't write a serious fic about Draco and Hermione without doing something to Draco. It's a forceful catalyst for development. This is why I generally prefer Dramione to, say, Drarry— I can totally see the appeal, I just kind of doubt having a crush on Harry realistically would prompt Draco to reevaluate his belief system. That's just me, though.

Plus, as you say, Draco is such an easy parallel to so many people from the previous generation. There's Snape, there's Sirius, there's Regulus, there's Pettigrew. Depending on how you characterize it, you can even draw a parallel to James (arrogant pureblood bully obsessed with muggle-born girl who thinks he's a toerag). Or Andromeda. Doctors Hate Him! Local Character Has So Many Foils.

[anxiousdreamcore]

May I humbly asks for your interpretation/opinion/view of the Spider & Quaritch as well as the Spider & Sullies relationships/dynamics ?

Sure! I’ve complained about how my opinion of the characters changed throughout the year of being engaged in the fandom so I might as well share! 🤭

Spider: An audacious, frat-boy-ish teen who stinks of dirt, sweat and will eat a live bug to gross you out. Kiri said that he bites and she was 100% honest because this kid will fling his mask off and tear into your throat if you mess with his baby siblings 😤 at the same time, he’s more than capable of being responsible and gentle, especially when it comes to Pandora, its wildlife and cultures, all of which are clearly very important to him. A menace with a heart of gold and an iron fucking will, untameable. Unbreakable. No authority scares him.

Quaritch: A man so damaged he can’t be repaired. He’s seen too many horrors, killed too many people, watched too many comrades die, has been infected with too much poison. It runs in his veins and destroys everything he touches…which is precisely why he is only likeable as a father. He has never been one before and that part of him is completely new, not yet damaged. The only part of him not yet tainted by the rotten creature that is the rest of him. A mangy, old army dog that will burn Pandora to the ground if its chain is broken, but will lie down and wag its tail for his child, and only him.

Oh, and he’s mentally ill too, at least to some extent, canonically. It’s not to say that his mental illness makes him a bad guy. No. It’s the lack of care he puts into coping with it that contributes to the dumpster fire that is Miles Quaritch. My personal headcannon is that he needs mood-stabilisers yet regularly skips them.

Spider & Quaritch dynamic: Two outcasts who bond over being isolated by their respective groups. Also, Lima and Stockholm syndrome duo! Quaritch gets an instant liking to Spider that soon grows into fatherly love, as Spider brings out the best in him; his most pure, childish and kind traits. Does the rest of him, the rotten, the poisoned, hate it? Oh, absolutely. But he can’t, won’t stop the wild-child from worming his way deep into his decaying heart. Spider meanwhile battles his own platonic feelings and holds onto his resentment as much as he can. He wants to love Miles but he doesn’t. He loves him but he wishes him an agonising death. He wants to be hugged by him and sink a blade into his chest. He wants Miles to prove him that not all grown ups are rotten and he can still be loved. He wants Miles to love him.

Spider & Sully siblings dynamic: “A family disappointment and local cool stoner to his siblings, who are more than happy to take after him because they think his utter freedom and lack of care for authority is cool” kinda vibe. Will play fight with his siblings and bite their noses before kissing them better and shoving them away. Calls Tuk a little gremlin affectionately. Brings Lo’ak back down to Pandora when he spirals into his insecurities or gets too bold and self-sacrificial. Is platonic soulmates with Kiri and feels a profound connection to her, as she does to him. Resents Neteyam for abandoning their little group to become a "respectable warrior". Wants him back. Wishes things could be like when they were kids.

Spider & Neytiri dynamic: She she sees him as a pesky, dangerous demon child that…that didn’t do anything but stay loyal, through all the torture and horrors. A lot of guilt is present between them after the final battle, and they will definitely have a horrible, explosive argument about it sooner or later, but for now they are content at silently sharing space, at time quipping and taking light jabs at each other, because that is their cycle. Playfulness, fear, resentment, until it all explodes and they scream at each other, then the cycle repeats, fuelled by guilt. Is there a chance to stop it? Will they ever be okay?

Spider & Jake dynamic: Hero worship turned disappointment. Spider idolised him for his status and incredible feats as a child but as he grew, and Jake consistently kept him at an arms length without establishing clear boundaries, the constant pining to have him as a father became a never-ending, aching pain in Socorro’s chest. Jake gave him an empty hope that they might one day be a family, without ever clarifying that it’ll never be true, confusing the boy until he was proved not once, not twice, but thrice, that he isn’t needed, isn’t missed, or loved by Jake. He’s a stray animal, and that is all he’ll ever be to him. He knows better now than to wish for something that can never be…doesn’t even want to. Quaritch might be a horrific monster, but at least he genuinely loves him. He doesn’t need Jake’s pathetic scraps of affection anymore. He doesn’t need him anymore.

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omg ok so its morning sand i dont have as many thoughts as i did BUT.

i sent it to my friend group server its so fucking funnny

I ADOOORE HO WYOU WROTE TODOROKI. OH MY GOD. ITS SO FUNNY. HES SO IN CHARACTER. I LOVE YOU ITS SO FUNNY. its like. hes so blunt and up front but also like. sassy. when he asked izuku if hed kiss it better or looks amused at him OH MY GOD. genuinely this might be one of my favourite tddk fics ever like oh my god. its so good. genuienly i was up until two thirty in the morning because i love it so much

izuku constantly being flustered and frazzled at him. bro todoroki was not giving him any time to catch his breath he was always up to SOMETHING

the intro immediently setting the mood was wonderful, with todoroki just being like midoriya. be my boyfriend. and having izuku just be like HELLO WHAT WHATA THE HELL IS HAppENING

izuku cursing all over when he saw todoroki before the gala, just to realise he was talking out loud

TODOROKI WAS ALWAYS DOING SOME SHIT AND I FYCKING LOVE IT. your notes were so real, the fandom always makes him some rule following calm serene guy but like... WHO IS THAT.

oh my god the todoroki family scene. tears in my eyes. real tears in my eyes. i dont think you understand how funny that is. i wanted to start crying because i was having such a good time. i dont even know where to start with that scene the entire thing was so peak. i cant pick. i cant pick

im stil just giggling. todoroki was a fucking MENACE and i ADORE it. but at the same time he was kind of a loser. like he was a little bit of a loser and i was so here for it its so in character

izuku was put through the RINGER. that scene where todoroki was meeting his mom and they saw his baby vhotos. also the characterization of izuku not telling his mom about his allergies. thats so good and i love it

BAKUGO AND IZUKU. THE BUNNY SIGN. THE DEAF BAKUGO DONT TALK TO ME EVER. THATS SO GOOD. OH MY GOD THATS SO GOOD. DONT TALK TO ME EVER SLASH SO pOS. SO GOOD

anyway i gtg 2 lunch now but ill be back!!!!!!! im not done!!!!!!

ooOOHGH. OH MY GOD. OK ALRIGHT AND THERES MORE??? UR TRYING TO KILL ME. ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT. OK OK. (edit from after i finished this: it ended up LONG so the rest of this monstrosity is below the cut. thank you so so much for the ask and giving me the opportunity to talk nonstop <3)

1) genuinely u have no idea how overjoyed this makes me . waaah . yeah all of my character biases and headcanons came out with this one. i projected to hell and back all over tddk and it shows. im glad u liked it so much bc i think this is my favorite depiction of any bnha characters ive written so far :3

2) evidently. my second favorite thing to do to my favorite characters (besides putting them through unimaginable horrors) is setting them loose in an enclosure of Insane individuals that will guaranteed drive them up a wall. enter stage right one todoroki shouto dead set on patricide, getting a new boyfriend, and giving said boyfriend an anxiety attack. not necessarily in that order. this was my first time writing from izuku’s perspective in any long form capacity, so im happy general consensus agrees i did a good job :> thankfully just inflicting shouto on him for ab 25k words worked out lmao

3) IM OVERJOYED U LIKED THE INTRO BECAUSE I LOST MY MIND OVER IT. could absolutely not figure out how to open this monster of a fic for weeks and it was driving me bonkers bc i typically write in order so i was just not getting anywhere. then i got struck with the productivity beam and wrote like a madman. the whole fic may have taken me over a year to write but still i DID IT and it is glorious. when in doubt i went with whatever absurdity wld stress izuku out most and ran with it.

4) the panic swearing scene as a result of izuku’s not-boyfriend being too pretty for his brain to comprehend without a hard factory reset was one of my favorites!! it was also scary for me to write bc typically fanon interpretations (which i hate) have izuku like. allergic to swearing. which is bullshit but wtv. fanon also tends to spread to an entire fandom annoyingly fast so i was worried ppl wouldnt like my izuku and the way i write him, before i remembered i can do whatever i want forever and every time someone “uwu cinnamon roll” trope-ifys him an angel dies somewhere. so i kept it in. also i think after all The Shenanigans (ominous violin string) hes entitled to a few f-bombs.

5) oh yeah speaking of fanon interpretations dying by my blade: Todoroki Shouto. i will never in my life write him being overly polite or considerate and this is my pledge. hes a blunt, rude bitch and its funny as hell therefore it is my civic duty to inflict his behavior on everybody else. hes also autistic. why? because i am, and i said so. izuku isnt safe from projection either, as hes got some intense anxiety issues (which is basically canon) and, while i didnt get to blatantly make it clear since i couldnt find a good place to do so, hes absolutely got chronic pain from all his insane death defying injuries. do w that what you will.

6) the todoroki family were my favorite interactions to write and for good reason. clowning on endeavor is wildly therapeutic. do i support abusive people realizing theyre abusive and working to get better? yeah sure. but i dont plan on making it easy for him. hence why i mock him relentlessly throughout with shouto as my mouthpiece. hes earned an incredible amount of relentless mocking and i am going to deliver— this is why i feel hes the one character i wrote thats a bit of a caricature, or the largest detour from his timeline-accurate canon counterpart in this fic, but consider: its really fucking funny. rei, fuyumi, and natsuo are also a joy to write, because i love them. touya mightve made an appearance for shits n giggles, if i hadnt already decided the league were mostly in prison (for the sake of that everyone lives/nobody dies tag, but also so i had an excuse to not write all of this During the final war arc.)

7) shouto is ABSOLUTELY a loser menace and meant to be read as such. the kid can call the chief of police a slur to his face but not ask someone out normally. he can commit grand theft auto but can’t figure out an idiom to save his life. he orders olive garden to a gala and eats the pasta cold. he is seventeen years old. hes also me, but who would i be if i didnt project and amplify in everything i write.

8) izuku is disaster incarnate. my beautiful princess with a disorder. he has crippling anxiety and could kill you with a flick of his finger. hes prone to acts of extreme danger and violence despite his every effort to avoid them. he is the singular character in this entire fic thats actually attending therapy which suggests, yes, this is his mental state After hes worked through a ton of shit in therapy. it couldve been way worse. he either needs 15 minutes under a weighted blanket or a xanax im not sure which. but ive read enough abusive inko fics that i had to write her not Perfect by any means but still a good mom that loves him so much to balance it out :3

9) ohhh u mean one of my top three favorite scenes in the whole fic? one thats not even centered around the main ship? riveting! yeah somebody (me) cried like a fucking baby at a certain apology scene the second i saw it animated. therefore this scene was necessary. it also fulfills my need to go “fuck you *disables your favorite character*” which i must do in like every fic i ever write. bakugou is also me (🚩) but thats not relevant at this time. if its not clear already, i do have a decent amt of knowledge about ASL! JSL (which theyre using in this fic. obviously) is a little harder for me— ive been learning japanese for years, but sign languages are entire languages in and of themselves. i wasnt entirely sure if JSL works the same as ASL in the case of giving people a name sign so you dont need to finger-spell their entire name out, but for the sake of my silly headcanon, lets pretend it does. as this is my blog and i do what i want— plus i promised yapping— impromptu japanese lesson with moony time: the word “deku,” as its spelled in bnha, isnt actually a word by itself. rather, its just an alternate reading of the kanji for izuku’s name. 出久 (izuku) can also be read as デク (deku, alternate kanji spelling). when written with different kanji, 木偶 (deku), short for 木偶の坊 (dekunobou) instead means “wooden doll/puppet” which is an insult for someone considered useless. uraraka says this nickname sounds similar to できる (dekiru), which directly translated means “to be able to”, but is usually translated into english as “you can do it.” ofc im not fluent, so feel free to fact check me on any of that— but ive been learning japanese for a long time, so i like to think i know what im talking about :3 its a little thing really, but its still a pet peeve of mine when people dont seem to realize this. this doesnt Technically come up in the fic beyond a couple throwaway lines, but it IS what i had in mind when i was writing that JSL scene between midoriya and bakugou, so i figured it was relevant enough to point out :>

when i said i yap forever and ever ab my special interests that was NOT an exaggeration lmao. thank you so much waaahhhh i cant WAIT to keep going insane over them 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 ilu ilu ilu mwah

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Pinterest Whispers that speak to my heart .

As a Moa-gene , I've seen the unnecessary beef both fandom has for eachother while the idols are so close like what-( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)

To me personally, Tubatu and Enhypen are like oxygen and water. You need both as much. You can't survive without oxygen but you can't really survive without water either. ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,)

Trying to choose between oxygen and water is my ahhhhh mood with txt and Enhypen. ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,)

Praying for the day the fandoms will get along TT

Back when I i was a multistan in 2019ish I remember leaving the fandom frustrated because no matter which group I liked, the opposite group always hated on me and wtf is opposite group anyway ( ｡ •̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ )

So I was technically being hated by the fandom I was in <(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)>

So I left the fandom altogether (txt, seventeen, skz, BTS, svt, Exo , twice, red velvet, itzy I was a menace (๑﹏๑//)))

But somehow I got bewitched by Tubatu and joined the fandom again and Enhypen are just so cute and talented (,,>﹏<,,)

So I don't wanna be in the same "why tf am I being hated by my own fandom" ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა ahhh mood again.

Wanna find fellow Moa-gene moots. ( ˶o˶˶o˶) !!