#the hyperfixation has made its point please leave

[lemons-and-pie]

He looks like Kermit to me,,, I recently remembered Kermit also plays the banjo so now I have this drawing

[starhvney]

Hello, Star! This is my first time requesting a fic from anyone! I absolutely adore your writing 💖 It's been especially lovely since my Aphmau Hyperfixation came back full force this year(as I'm sure it did for everyone else 😂) I'd like to place an order for Zane, Garroth, and Lawrence, please, from Mys😊 A tea, with cream, and cinnamon rolls on the side 🥰 I hope you have a wonderful night ✨

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟒: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: romantic tension, fluff, snowy storm

𝐚/𝐧: thank you so much, i’m honored to fulfill your first request!!! i hope you have a wonderful day/night, too!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄

The smack of snow against Zane’s chest interrupts the peaceful moment between the two of you, pulling a groan of annoyance to leave his lips. His face whips up at your scorningly, though not slightly intimidating to you.

“Hey!”

Your laughter erupts across the backyard as you watch Zane swipe away the snow from his coat, his nose wrinkling and eye narrowing at you. The reflection of the white snow against his face made his irises practically glow, both beautiful against his dark hair and almost startling when he’d glare at you.

“What the hell was that?” he huffs, pointing at you accusingly.

You calm yourself down enough to quiet giggles, clasping your hands together. “A snowball!”

“You’re lucky I actually enjoy your company. Or you’d be dead for that,” he warns, the “anger” in his voice lack of any real backing. “You’re lucky I even came out here while it was about to storm to build a snowman with you! I’m freezing!”

“Oh come on, Zane. I didn’t even throw it hard,” you rebuttal, holding your arms out. “You can get a free shot.”

He seems to consider it, before shaking his head, turning away. “Whatever…”

You snort, returning to continue building up the base of your snowman. You don’t get one roll in before a ball of snow smashes into your shoulder, knocking you over onto your side with a yelp. Boisterous laughter erupts, this time with you on the receiving end of the evil satisfaction.

“Ugh… that was dirty,” you groan, wiping off the snow that hit your face as more falls on your head from the sky.

Crunched footsteps approach you, a shadow covering your hunched form. He continues to snicker as he looks down at you, his already tall figure seeming like a looming giant.

“Oh come on, I didn’t even throw it that hard,” he says in a mocking tone, tilting his head with a raise of his brows.

“Yeah well I didn’t knock you over!” you argue, before relenting with a sigh. “Fine… lesson learned.”

He seems appeased enough with your mumbles, hands grasping onto your shoulders and lifting you back up to your feet. His hands brush the remaining snow from your hair and jacket, shrugging his shoulders.

“Good. Know to never challenge me, or I-“

“Oh shush.” Your hand lightly shoves his shoulder back. “Are we gonna make this snowman or what?”

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

The power has been out for thirty minutes by now. Wind whistles against the side of the house, whipping the snow over the yard and covering the lights that lined the sidewalk. Seeing them fight to glow even as the white blanket covered them was mesmerizing, so much so that you hadn’t noticed Garroth leaving your side until he came back.

“Staying warm?” His voice carries across the living room, his footsteps padding over to your side.

You turn to look up at him, glancing over at the space heater that was trying its hardest to pump some hot air into the rapidly cooling house.

“Mhm,” you hum, despite how the chill was starting to get to you. Your fingers and toes felt like ice cubes.

Regardless of your answer, a thick blue sweater gets tossed onto your face, the familiar scent of his detergent surrounding you.

“Well… there’s a sweater so you can stay warm. I think the battery in that thing lasts long but I still don’t want you to be cold if it turns off,” he says sweetly, eyes darting away as he moves something else behind his back.

“Oh, thanks,” you murmur, eagerly taking hold of the thick material and pulling it over you. “Uh, what’s that?”

He offers you a straight-toothed smile. “You said you were bored. Soo-“ His hand reveals a portable bluetooth speaker. “I thought of something we can do.”

You raise your brow, a small chuckle leaving your lips. “Which would be…?”

He doesn’t respond at first, setting the speaker down on the window sill and pressing play. A romantic, festive song starts to play as he holds both hands out to you—bowing like a gentleman as he waits for you to take them.

“A dance?”

A disbelieved huff leaves your lips, though you can’t help the growing smile spreading across your face. A warm large hand lands on your waist when you’re on your feet, bringing you close to him as he guides you around the dim living room.

He begins to hum, not quite on tune with the music—exaggerating his voice as he dips you. It successfully gains him a sweet giggle from your lips; which he returns with a satisfied chuckle.

“You are so corny,” you lightheartedly tease as you’re scooped back up to your feet.

“Maybe. But you’re smiling,” he spins you, expression soft when he pulls you back in. “So my goal was achieved.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“I want to open a restaurant someday.”

The warm fire crackling next to the both of you reflects off Laurance’s face, the orange glow flickering across his handsome features as he looks off with a dream distant in his eyes. His hair was messy, not bothered to be styled as the snow storm billows against the windows, trapping you both inside.

“Restaurants are a lot of work, but I think you can do that. You’d be amazing,” you assure him, resting your arms on your knees as you shift on the floor. You two were so close to each other now, too close for any normal friendship.

He smiles softly at you, eyes shifting to yours again as he leans forward. “Oh, you think so? That I’m amazing?”

A flush rushes over your cheeks. “I said you would be. But you are amazing now, yeah…”

He looks smug, but doesn’t comment on your clear embarrassment, instead tilting his head. “Mm… and what do you want? In the future?”

You swallow, looking away from his intent gaze as you try to gather yourself. “A few different things. I guess one of them is to travel.”

“I’ll take you there.”

Your heart stutters in its already uneven pace. This man would be the end of you. He said that so assuredly, so full of confidence. He knew what he was doing every time he’d “accidentally” brush his hand over yours or stare at you like he was all yours to have.

“…What?”

“I’ll take you wherever you want to go. We can travel together someday.” He holds out his pinky finger, batting his eyelashes at you in expectation. “Promise?”

You resist the small urge to roll your eyes at his smug, flirtatious behavior. He’d never let up on it for as long as you’ve known him, and at the rate he’d been doubling down on it recently you doubt he would ever stop.

His pinky links with yours as you meet him in the middle, sealing the deal with the childish gesture. An excited grin threatens to burst on his lips, but before you could comment he twists your hand into his bringing it up to his mouth to softly breathe against them.

“Your hands are too cold,” he explains, raising an eyebrow at you when you only gape your mouth open in response.

“You know… there’s a few other things I want in the future, too…” he murmurs, pressing the palm of your hand against his cheek. “Wanna hear it?”

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[steddiebang]

(You got me) in the palm of your hand

Author: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation l Artist: @jul2ja l Artist: @peachypurr Posting on Wednesday, October 4

"Fortunes told, futures unfold." The sign at the local ren faire looks tempting. After all, Steve is one year out of high school and has no idea where his life is going. Sometimes he wishes someone could just gaze into the future and figure it out for him. In the fortune teller’s tent, Steve has a run-in with his past. And if he doesn’t turn on his heel and leave, it has absolutely nothing to do with how pretty Eddie Munson looks in his costume, all gleaming jewelry and dark tendrils of hair spilling out from under a patterned headscarf. He lets Eddie read his palm, because why the hell not? It’s all bogus anyway! Except, as the summer goes on, Steve finds that Eddie’s cryptic predictions somehow, inexplicably keep coming true. As they keep running into each other, almost as if orchestrated by an invisible force, Steve can’t help but be intrigued with the other boy. He also can’t seem to forget how pretty Eddie’s eyes look in black liner, or the way his fingers feel on his skin, but that is an entirely different problem.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Eddie gasps in mock-offense and clutches a hand to his chest. His bracelets jingle with the movement. 

"So he's a non-believer, our king. Nevermind, I shall convince you of my skills yet." That smile turns just a little sly. He leans forward slowly, eyes shining with mirth. His rings gleam in the light of the lanterns as he lays his hands out on the table, palms up. “Give me your hands.” 

Steve can practically feel himself blush. 

“I, erm .. what?” he sputters. 

Eddie quirks an elegant eyebrow at him and the corner of his mouth curls up into a toothy grin. 

“Don’t fret, my liege, no uncouth intentions here. I’m merely going to introduce you to the ancient art of palmistry.” 

"Palmi- what now?" 

The question has made its way past his lips before he can think better of it. Steve gulps down the embarrassed lump that threatens to clog his throat and steels himself for the inevitable eye roll, maybe an exasperated explanation. 

Eddie merely smiles, a hint of that sweet, genuine thing from before, and fucking winks at him. 

"Our fate is written in the lines of our hands," he claims. "It is but an open book to those who know how to read it. If my king would ever-so-graciously allow me to demonstrate?" 

On the table, his fingers wiggle invitingly. 

A strange feeling flutters in Steve’s chest. He's tempted to say it's fondness, but that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? He hardly knows the guy. He undeniable is weirdly charming though, with his theatrical mannerisms and big brown eyes framed in black liner. Before he can think better of it, Steve finds his own hands reaching out to meet Eddie’s. 

The other boy makes a small pleased sound and gently turns Steve’s hands so that the palms are facing up, Eddie's hands cupping his from beneath, fingers lightly brushing his wrists. And fuck, even his hands are nice. Smaller than Steve’s, but lean and slightly calloused, with long, nimble fingers. Steve wonders fleetingly if it's from all the guitar playing. His rings are not cold as he thought they would be, but warm from his body heat. 

"Now …" Eddie’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts. "Which one would be your sword hand?" 

"I, um…" says Steve. One hand tries to twitch up to run through his hair awkwardly, but Eddie holds it in place with gentle pressure. "I'm right-handed, if that's what …" 

Eddie nods and lifts Steve’s right lightly, lets go of his left so that he can point out what he is looking at. 

"See, your dominant hand tells me all about your character," he explains. "This, for example, would be your life line." 

The pad of a slender index finger runs a barely there touch along one of the lines close to Steve’s thumb. He jolts reflexively and snorts a laugh at the ticklish sensation. Eddie glances up at him and tuts in mock-admonishment. 

"From what I garner here," he then says, focusing back on Steve’s hand, and Steve catches himself leaning forward curiously, so that their foreheads almost touch. "You are very energetic. Strong of body, quite obviously, but also of head and heart. There's not much one can do to deter you from a decision once made. Some may call you stubborn, obstinate even. Others will say you are exceptionally determined, and loyal to those you hold dear."

Steve scoffs and glances up to give him a look, flinches back just slightly when he realizes how close they suddenly are. 

"Uh-huh, impressive. And you read all of that from my palm, of course." 

Another toothy grin. 

"Of course," Eddie says seriously. "Just like your heart line - that's the one over here - tells me that you tend to fall in love quickly, but deeply. You're no stranger to heartbreak, are you?" 

Steve rolls his eyes. Sure. Just about every single student at Hawkins High must know this much about him, especially after the absolute car wreck that was his break-up with Nancy.

"Whatever," he mutters and tries to conceal his embarrassment behind a careless shrug. "I already know all that. What about my future, then?" 

"Now this," says Eddie and takes a hold of Steve’s left with a soft sound of his bracelets, "is where we turn to your other hand, Your Grace. Let me see what I can divine from here." 

He regards Steve’s palm for a while and in the meantime, Steve watches his face. How his brow wrinkles in thought. How a few tendrils of dark hair slip out from under the headscarf to curl around his shoulders. How his bottom lip juts out in concentration. How the tip of a pink tongue comes poking out to lick it, leaves a shining trail of moisture. 

"Interesting," Eddie concludes at length. "Very interesting indeed. You have quite the exciting summer ahead of you." 

"Y- yeah?" Steve blinks out of his trance, forgets to sound cocky for a second. 

Eddie nods. "Certainly. I see conflict here. A former friend may step back into your life, but they will have turned against you, so watch your steps." 

"Huh," says Steve. "Sounds like a fun time. Lucky me, I guess." 

Eddie glances up at him and smiles coyly before turning back to his hand. 

"Speaking of lucky … I do see adventure, too. You will get to know someone. Someone who intrigues and excites you. You may even make a conquest, if you play your cards right. And then … I see something more profound, even. A new love."

Read more on October 4!

[juneknight]

Good Fences // 1

June finish a WIP challenge…but eh, I go where the hyperfixation leads.

You had escaped your mother’s abuse years ago when you moved out from her flat, but the woman’s failing health and an injury have brought you back into her clutches as you are guilted into caring for her.

The neighbor in the flat next door though—he is a welcome distraction.

About this: fem!reader/MK system. Features ableism, references to childhood abuse, current abuse both mental and physical from a parental figure. More acute warnings will be included with later drabbles.

Immersivity: reader is an unnamed, undescribed cis woman. Her mother is also described minimally, though descriptions about the frailty that comes with aging are used. If you see any other details which hinder your immersive experience, please feel free to point them out to me.

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You come home on a Sunday. It is a bright day for the typical gloomy London, but you imagine that it is only because all of the gloom has packed its way inside you, inside the little apartment building downtown, inside the hallway on the top floor where you stand outside your mother’s flat, the flat where she had raised you. The sight of the door alone gives you nausea. You know that she is in there, that she is injured, that the only reason the hospital let her leave when they did was because she told them you were coming home, that you would be caring for her day and night. She needs you.

You wish that her fall had broken her neck instead of her leg. You wish that it had killed her. But Billy Joel said that only the good died young, so your mother’s mortal persistence makes universal sense.

Down the hallway, the elevator doors open. You turn, pressing your back against the wall, heart pounding. Somehow, you are convinced that it will be her, that she is trying to creep up on you. It makes no sense—not when you know that she is basically bedridden—but the fear persists. Suddenly, you are a child again, pressing your back against the wall as she approaches, hoping to slip through a crack in the plaster and disappear before her wrath can reach you—

But all you see is a tired, handsome man who is struggling to put his key is his lock. Your mother’s neighbor in the apartment next door. He seems flustered, perhaps feeling your eyes on him—definitely feeling your eyes on him, as you see him shoot you a cautious, curious glance. When he sees you looking at him, he drops his keys and has to stoop to pick them up, his smile bashful.

“Hullo,” he says mildly.

Your mouth opens to return the greeting, but then the door behind you opens and you feel her. She has a presence like that: one you feel before you see, one that you can feel sometimes in the dead of night even after moving across the country to get away from her.

“There you are,” she says. “Plan to stay out there forever, do you?”

“No ma’am,” you mutter. You take her in for the first time in years: there is a frailty about her, one which belies the strength you know she must still possess. Her mouth is made for frowning, lined deeply, eyes bloodshot and hateful. You have her eyes. You know you do. On her foot is a boot, helping to support her fractured ankle as it heels. It makes a sound as she hobbles out of the apartment just a foot, neck craning to see what has you so interested.

Her eyes alight on the neighbor and then positively burn with hatred that makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

“You,” she says through her teeth.

“Good morning, ma’am,” the man says mildly, though his politeness is obviously forced.

“Don’t speak to me, you devil! Don’t speak to my daughter either,” your mother says, reaching out to grip your shoulder and jerk you towards the open door of the apartment. She says to you, none-too-quietly: “Stay away from that man. He’s a madman—he’s got that split personality disorder, like you see on the telly.”

You glance to him, looking for him to refute this accusation, but all he does is make a long-suffering expression, like he is much used to your mother.

“They don’t call it that anymore, ma’am, remember?” he says, thrusting his key into the door with perhaps a little more force than necessary. “I know your brain is soft like an old, over-ripe fruit, but—”

“Bastard,” she shouts. “I’m going to the building manager first thing in the morning to have you thrown out of here for good, do you hear me? For good!”

“Best of luck,” he says cheerfully. His gaze drifts from the hateful old woman to you, and you have the feeling that he is talking to you as much as he is snarking at her. When he smiles to you, it is soft and genuine, his fingers lifting to his temple in soft salute. You know right then that you don’t care if he is a madman in your mother’s eyes. There is kindness in him, a quality which means more to you than any other.

Then your mother has managed to pull you inside and shut the door on the last bit of light left in your day.

[i-write-hurt-not-comfort]

To all the DL fanfish readers, I get you, all of us gathered here want new chapters, new attention-grabbing stories, or even in general some new content or some other DL-themed post. Unfortunately, however, this fandom, like it or not, is dying a little less, fighting for survival absolutely every day. So we should be truly grateful to people, blogs and writers for continuing to "fight" and keep the fandom alive to this day. Thanks to them, to the fact that they give part of their free time, even part of their life, to make us happy is a real gift in itself.

So please respect those who do all this for us and give them as much time as they need, don't push and be patient and most of all grateful for everything so far. Yes, I want new chapters too, I check almost every week for an update, if there is any sign that one is coming soon, yes, I'm dying but I'll keep waiting, no matter how hard it is. The writer has his own life , is currently in its heyday, but despite this, it is not giving up on us. She has been writing for DL ​​for years now, it's normal for the attraction to wane and go at some point. And recently she even admitted to us that there is already another series that has occupied a place in her mind, but despite that she still writes about DL, yes things are happening at a slow pace, but I know that the story will have an end for sure. Think about it, the more you insist, the more you pressure her and force her to write just to please us, which in turn will lead to significantly shorter chapters with a more rushed plot, which will reduce the quality of the story , and the most interesting part is just beginning. If a writer writes because he is driven by force, without passion or emotion, this will result in significantly worse material. Remember patience pays off sweetest!

P.S. I apologize for all the nonsense I just scribbled. If you consider this to be rude or unnecessary you are free NOT to post it. I just wanted to support you, just you reading this is enough for me.

good afternoon anon, i'm going to assume this ask was prompted by this post. don't worry, you aren't rude to me or anything!

when i received the original ask, i was trying not to say anything cuz i'm sure it had good intentions, but uh, yeah, i was kinda thinking something along the same lines. i know there's people really into that fic and it's been almost 3 months since i updated the basketball diaries, but there's a reason for that.

like you said, firstly, if i'm forcing myself to write for something i'm not insanely hyperfixated on, it's not gonna be as good. i'll always deeply love diabolik lovers and i 100% intend to finish the basketball diaries. but i did notice a pattern where the series i write insanely for seems to go in 2 year cycles. of course a part of me is sad i'm not writing as much for DL considering i earned myself a following, but i had the same for pandora hearts and then vanitas no carte when i started writing more for DL in 2022. and i'll always love the series deeply and keep my friends i made through it.

on top of that, part of the reason i put the basketball diaries on hiatus was because i was writing for the fengqing gotcha for gaza, which is a charity event. people donated to the people of palestine who needed humanitarian support and submitted prompts, and i ended up writing a total of 17 fics in 2 months, a total of 70,978 words. so naturally i prioritised that, and i'm genuinely proud of my contribution to that.

so yeah, i did leave the basketball diaries on hiatus, but it was for a good cause, yknow? hence people asking when i'm going to update it, and i got multiple comments on the fic asking me this as well, it left a bit of a bad taste. repeatedly being asked when i'm going to update it without saying anything else makes me not wanna update it, because it makes me feel like my readers are forgetting that i'm a person too and that i have other obligations.

i started my full time job 2 weeks ago too, so i've got at MOST 2 hours of spare time during the week, but i posted my final fengqing gotcha fic today, so yes, i am going to start the basketball diaries chapter 12 next.

having said that, i generally write 2 long fics at the same time to keep myself occupied, so i'm Begging people not to ask me to update it between chapters. of course i'm grateful for my readers and i know what it's like to desperately want a fic to update, but sometimes it's best to hold back and be patient for the writer's sake as well.

so thank you for your ask, you said everything i'd wanted to say but didn't know how asksjfkdf.

[blu3-f1nch]

Would you mind sharing what your version of Cherubim/Venomania’s story is?

[EXPAND ME, ART!!]

There's uh.. A lot to share here lmao- I'm so sorry this is gonna be kinda long, but a summary nonetheless. My body horror drawings of him are not a part of this canon.

Short answer; Many of the original themes of the story made me deeply uncomfortable so I didn't just re-write Cherubim, I re-wrote 90% of the universe and Cherubim just ended up being my hyperfixation. Yes he is still a lust demon, but lust doesn't always = s-x, it can also mean strong desires, his strong desire was freedom. Boom.

[Anatomy of the "False Angel" design can range heavily as he's essentially a shapeshifter. He can't just turn into random animals though-- I just mean that its anatomy can range from almost weasel like to humanoid.]

Long answer: For starters.. I re-wrote a lot of the universe, I wasn't super deep into the entire world and didn't want to spend more time reading the wiki than I already had (I'd been reading it for a few days trying to find specific information).

I re-wrote and/or added a lot of the gods, made an entire ranking system for the demons of the world, changed a lot of the lore- and really only did this because I was uncomfortable with one silly little purple haired mans' themes that led me into a week long spiral.

So for starters, his youth is much the same but is changed slightly. He wasn't born with any sort of facial deformation as I'm a tad uncomfortable with portraying characters who do abhorrent things because of a deformation/disability. Not to say people can't write these themes, I just was not comfortable with it under this context. Instead, he was born out of an affair, this he was known about to the public to some minor extent, but very little was known about him and he was kept out of the public eye out of shame. So he still didn't leave the castle much. [I do not have any concepts of him as a kid]

At one point he did have a taste of freedom, leaving the castle with his brother, as the two actually had grown up around one another and were rather close. They did this many times and Cherubim got to feel what it was like to have real friends outside of the guards and maids he spoke to, since his parents paid him little attention. He was caught however and after this was just kept in his room, rarely able to leave. He grew bitter and resentful, angry at his parents, angry at the world. He was just a confused kid. He had this deep desire to be free, so no one else could control him. These wishes attract a kind of demon known as an affiant. Hers [I call them Heirs] don't exist here in the same way that they do in the original work, they are something different. An Affiant is someone who has made a contract with an item of sin, so a human turned demon. Heirs are still born as purely beings of evil, but they have a bit of a different purpose. Anywho, aside from that, the Clockwork doll works differently here too. The original demon sealed within the doll has awoken and controls its body, though it still has much of its magic locked away. The Doll wasn't always this way but that doesn't matter. The doll was drawn to Cherubim for his deep desire for freedom and begun to speak to him, and over the course of a few years- until about his mid-teens, where they introduce the idea of forging a contract with a demon to get what he desires; Freedom. [I also do not have any concepts of the clockwork doll yet]

Cherubim is very off-put by this, he is not comfortable with this idea, and starts backing away from the clockwork doll, who is not pleased by this. She stabs Cherubim with the venom sword, forcing him to make a contract with the demon. In his initial moments, he had zero control over himself. He transformed into a being that would be dubbed "The False Angel," with the demon mostly in control at this point, it slaughtered the royal family. Cherubim was all that was left behind, going back to his normal form he would pass out. He doesn't remember much of these events, but he too was pinned as a victim; A fortunate survivor of some bloodthirsty demon who came in and slaughtered the royal family.

It has been many years since then, he's now 27. My take on lust is not lust in the sexual manor, but a deep desire for freedom, freedom through the acquisition of power and being above all others. However, because of the re-write I made of the lust demons powers, he more feeds off of emotions of the people around him, so keeping his people happy is incredibly advantageous to him. For this, he's generally admired by the public while at night he slaughters other demons not to protect his own people- but to acquire their power as well. He's actively seeking out the other vessels to gain their power as well. He's very self-serving in this AU, but not a straight up s-x offender (makes me deeply uncomfortable lmao) So here's my description of the Venom sword and the powers it gives its affiant: "The Venom sword -- is a katana with purple runes inscribed on the weapons blade, and the weapon itself is able to shift and change its appearance to any weapon of the users choice. In order to make a pact with this demon, one must be impaled by the sword, which leaves a scar that persists through any disguise the user takes on. It allows the user to change their face, body build, sex, etc- though again the scar remains. And much like a few of the other vessels, it allows the user to take on a more demonic appearance that is unique to each user, though often reflects one aspect of the original demon's appearance when it wasn't stuck within the vessel. This demonic form is extremely strong, and is when the user is most powerful. The lust demon also grants the ability to manipulate the memories of others, as well as the emotions they feel. They feed off of the emotions of the people around them, and sometimes other people's emotions make it difficult for the user to retain composure and their typical mannerisms. They must feed off of others emotions to replenish their magic. Feelings of happiness, excitement, bliss, etc give the user the strongest boost."

Sorry if any of this didn't make sense, it's 8 AM and I'm sick lmao-- I didn't proof read.

original drafting/Older design

This design felt too "human" to me, and so I started going with a more harpy/feline-like feel. This creature is supposed to resemble an angel, but something is supposed to be completely wrong about it. I don't feel like I hit the mark on this one, and I don't particularly like these drawings anymore- kinda got made fun of over them but I like them enough to share.

Clothing stuff I never finished or colored, one of my friends had me make a furry design for him lmao The gold and indego/purple theme is what I have for his clothes, and I'm thinking about changing his hair color. It'll be purple still, but it'll lean more towards magenta like in that one body horror drawing I did.

Here's the last of it, I don't have a whole lot of art of these designs honestly, I haven't fixated on him again and have been in bad art burnout-- just trying to focus on commissions and my OCs.

But yes, he doesn't go by Sateriasis Venomania because he never stole his brothers identity/had the memory fuge.

[youngster-monster]

i remember i checked like 30 different sources trying to figure out how old illidan was and the eventual conclusion i reached was about the same i was so mad like "FINE okay okay (grabbing my brother, unwilling participant in hyperfixation rant, by the shoulders) i have decided that illidan stormrage is the oldest man in all of warcraft. just now."

it MAY be a bold take but its one i will literally carve into stone slabs if i have to!!!!! i learned more warcraft lore reading your fics than blizzard told me in wow!!!! also when i was watching w3 i was like Huh this is just like my favorite warcraft fanfiction- wait W3 WAS SO FUN TO WATCH i genuinely cannot believe it took me so long to get around to it. kael was so ready to walk thru that portal it took literally like no convincing he thought about the gay vacation he could be going on right now and said Okay Fine

you CANNOT do this to me you cannt tell me there are elves in that game im already going shrimp mode im returning to the sea and im taking my computer with me i gotta get ffxiv i gotta get it FAST

i cant wait for them to release the kael and vashj expansion where they forcibly drag me by the hair into the shadowlands to watch them banter for 8 full hours uninterrupted

a friend of mine once sent me a forum post that lead with "i cant wait for illidan to come down from space hell" and there was more to it than that but the leading line never leaves my brain. he HAS to come down from space hell and then i need him to go to the shadowlands for me to be abnormal about it. if illidan interacted with kael and vashj post legion? well me personally i would explode and die forever,

Illidan Saw The Creation Of The Universe. and then he was a baby. the true illidan age was the friend we made along the way or something

im gonna tell you a secret anon. i have NO idea what is canon and what is pure fabrication at this point. sometimes i open wowpedia and i go 😏 i knew it. sometimes i open wowpedia and then i refuse to perceive what it's telling me. what i'm saying is: please get all your lore information from me specifically i promise you it's accurate. come closer. i am the canon now.

come play ffxiv... it's free for a good bit.... it's fun..... i cannot overstate how many elves there are in there...... there is also one (1) long-haired blond prince who's so so sexy and competent so you can fill your kael'thas' quota as well,

and tbh i'd pay for 8 uninterrupted hours of vashj and kael banter. we need to tank wow's subscribers count again so blizzard has no choice but to break the glass and release illidan from space hell prison again and then send him down to Real Hell.

[blueberryfruitbat]

Watch out followers. I'm about to go ranting.

So I've been busy irl and my response to this situation has been delayed, so im gonna say it now.

It's long, but if you care about devs blatantly ignoring problems in their games when they can very well fix them, as well as profiting off of their users without proper game support. Please read in full.

Before I became a Kirby artist, my previous hyperfixation was TF2 (Team Fortress 2), and it was my hyperfixation for 3 years. That's a pretty long time! I know my current following is likely not participating in this community or are aware of the state of the game, but if you've been on the internet, you know of TF2. It's quite literally baked into the culture of the internet. So let's break the situation down for you guys.

Tf2 has gone without a major update for 5 years. That's fine. Most older games start dropping off in updates as they age, and TF2 is 17 years old now! Thats super old for an online game! What isn't fine is that this lack of updates has left the game unplayable as the anticheat has been outdated for half a decade. Making it open for abuse by bot hosters that ruin the experience of gameplay for real players. I will not be going into the ACTUAL CRIMES these bot hosters have committed. It's a heavy topic, and you should look into it if you are curious and can handle serious subjects like doxxing and the endangerment of people's lives.

2 years ago, the community spoke up and tried to voice their dissatisfaction with the state of the game, Valve, the company that owns the game (Yes, THAT Valve, owner of the biggest game launchers for PC, Steam, having an infinite money printer Valve.) acknowledged that they knew what was happening, did a bandaid fix that worked for maybe 2 days and then just stopped caring again.

Now the game is STILL getting 2 seasonal updates a year (3 counting their Halloween event). FULL of microtransactions and loot boxes for cosmetics, almost ALL of the content being made by people submitting it on the game's workshop. Basically, it makes the community nearly free labor for the company (nearly because creators do get a small cut of key sales) that will NOT maintain the game it's for. You can see the problem here.

As my followers will be more knowledgeable of Nintendo properties, I will use splatoon as an example:

Imagine Splatoon had a horrible wave of malicious cheaters flood the turf wars game mode, all with perfect aim and all with the E-Liter, able to one shot you instantly across the map making the game unwinnable, basically unplayable. Then Nintendo comes out and adds someone's fan made campaign to the game as a paid DLC and ignores all the players in the main game mode, leaving them to the cheaters.

Thats the kind of garbage TF2 players are going through right now, despite the game and player base being still very alive and wanting to play.

If any of this rings slightly with you as a problem that needs to be addressed, please sign the petition to get Valve's attention! Its blatant abuse of a player base at this point for them to profit off it's users like this without keeping the game PLAYABLE.

Valve makes money off TF2, a game plagued by bots, through lootboxes, MvM tickets and any sale/purchase on the community narketplace.

Until such a time that they fix the game, do not buy anything out of the shop or the community market.

If Valve decides to release the Summer Update without even addressing the ongoing bot problem, do not buy keys to open any loot boxes no matter how badly you want a cosmetic. Don't give them a penny until they fix the game and not a moment sooner.

Do not let a corporation think they can get away with selling you a broken product.

[libra-arts]

A Meeting In The Stars - Avatar oc short story

Author’s Note: So, this is a little short story I write about my newest OCs. They’re from the James Cameron Avatar movie and I am so in love with these characters. I had watched the movie not too long ago and my brain just latched onto that hyperfixation so quick. So naturally I drew up a self-insert-esk character but then it grew from that into the two OCs I have now. Their names are Professor Amias Song (a human thats a part of the avatar program) and Näpu Te ‘Aiey Noihi’itan (Na’vi native of the Omaticaya clan). This story if of how they first met! Also the gif is obviously Neytiri but the scene kinda mirrors what happens at one point in the story.

Synopsis/Blurb: Amias likes to sketch and paint the forest in his downtime but it seem like that got him into a bit of trouble this time around. Good thing a certain Na’vi hunter was close by to save the day. And possibly make a new friend while at it.

Possible TW(the only ones I can think of): Canon typical violence, descriptions of pain

It was surprisingly quiet in the Pandora forest as I sat on the ledge of a river rock. The scenery is absolutely gorgeous and the weather was calm, a perfect day to sit outside and draw. My tasks from Grace were completed for the week so now I get to do as I please for the time being until I’m given a new assignment. So what else is there to do on a stunning planet like Pandora than sit outside with my Avatar body as I sketch the landscape of the river in front of me. But all was not calm apparently.

I was so engrossed in my work that I had failed to notice the low growling coming from behind me, until it was too late anyway. I heard the crack of a branch and whipped my head behind myself to look and there it was, hunkered low to the ground snarling at me was a viperwolf. Until now I had been very careful with keeping my distance from these animals by staying away from the places I knew that they usually traveled or congregated. We were even sure to survey the area before my placement here to make sure it was clear of any hostile animals. But to my luck it seemed like one had made it through unnoticed.

In an instant the animal jumped at me and I quickly rolled out of the way, wrapping my arms to my body tightly as I held my sketchbook. As the viperwolf recovered from landing in the waters of the river I jumped up and began to book it away from the rocky river and towards the direction of my mobile link. The nice thing about being out here by myself is that the building has a connected structure that allows a space for my Avatar body to rest when not in use next to the site. It is also built with reinforced metals that make it the perfect safe house for instances like this. But I guess that also the downside to being so far out here all by myself, I barely know how to fight and there is no one here to help with that. At least with this body I’m more agile and faster than as a human. But yet, I'm still just as clumsy. 

As I was focused on pushing away the giant leaves and spindly branches from my view I tripped on a root from a nearby large tree. When I hit the ground the wind got completely knocked out of me and my sketchbook went flying forward hitting a tree and landing on the ground. I tried to get up onto my knees but as I started to raise up a heavy weight landed on me and I was pushed down onto the ground. The viperwolf growled above me as I winced at its claws sinking into my flesh. It burned like hell, I couldn't move, the air from my lungs was gone and I didn't know what to do. As the animal's claws dug deeper into my skin all I could do was hiss at the pain. I was afraid, I thought I was a goner and this body that took years to create was going to become fertilizer for the plant life around me and dinner for the animal digging into my back. But, just as I thought my luck had finally run out, the sounds of an arrow cutting through the air and piercing the skin of the viperwolf hit my ears. The animal toppled over and off of my back scurrying back. 

I gasped at the relief and turned my head towards the direction the arrow came from. My eyes widen at the sight of a Na’vi standing several feet from me with a bow in hand. He readied his bow and shot another arrow, at this I flinched and closed my eyes. Again I was sure of my death, sure that arrow was meant for me but instead of feeling the stabbing of the arrow in me I heard the faint cry of the viperwolf. I opened my eyes and looked to see the creature now laying down on its side with both arrows in its body, its breath was shallow and it barely moved. The Na’vi hunter slowly made his way around me and to the animal. He crouched down and began to speak, I couldn't understand him. I could only pick out a few of his words as I tried to sit myself up off the forest floor. “Brother”, “spirit”, “Eywa” and “body” were all I was able to make out. Maybe if I had paid more attention to Grace’s language lessons I would have been able to tell what he said. 

I’m able to get myself onto my knees, but as I begin to stand, however, pain shoots up my back and I let out a hiss in pain, falling back onto my knees and curling myself forward. I hug myself and shut my eyes as the pain spreads through my body, my head almost touching the ground and my eyes beginning to brim with tears. I wasn’t ever good with pain, even in this body. The crunching of leaves can be heard as the Na’vi man makes his way towards me. He crouches down next to me. A tear falls from my eye as I breath sharply through my teeth. I can feel his hand as it gently touches my wounds. I couldn't help but snap at him when he does, hissing at him. The touch, although light, burnt like a branding iron on my skin. We both widen our eyes at this. He draws back his hand and holds both of his hands up.

I sigh and turn away from him, again curling into myself and say, “I’m sorry. I don't know what came over me. It really really burns when you touch it. I’m sorry.” I looked up to him, not knowing if he would understand me or not. There was a lot of me that hoped he did.

In response he pointed to a small pouch on his hip and slowly began to take out its contents. It looked to be a small jar with a semi transparent blue gel inside it and what looked to be some type of gauze. We watched each other, he slowly opened the jar and glanced at me to gauge my reaction while I watched his every move, not entirely sure if I trusted him quite yet. He was slow, taking a bit of the gel onto his fingers and slowly hovered his hand above the wounds on my back. He gave me a look, almost asking permission. I slowly nodded, letting him apply the gel. Honesty, he was probably my best bet in getting patched up and back to base in one piece after what I just went through. He steadily applied the gel to my wounds. It burned for only a second but then it became cooling. 

I let out a breath, not realizing I was holding it in and relaxed under his touch. My grip on myself loosened as he finished and grabbed the gauze. I looked at him with a questioning look. He smirked slightly as he motioned for me to sit up straight. I did so and he shifted himself behind me. I felt as he touched my arms that were at my side and raised them up. I held up my arm for him as he began to wrap my torso and chest with the material making sure to cover the wounds on my back. When he was done I turned around to face him, already feeling better by the mysterious healing gel he used.

“Thank you.” I said with a smile.

He nodded and opened his mouth to begin to speak but before he did something caught both of our eyes. A small floating white jellyfish looking creature floated its way down towards us. He looked at this creature with such intensity, I on the other hand couldn't help but smile in astonishment. I had seen pictures and read about these things but had never encountered them. As it made its way down between us I raised both of my hands up creating a cup shape. It landed in my hands and my smile grew bigger. I looked up to the man across from me and our eyes met.

“I can’t believe it! I’ve only ever seen pictures of these! I never thought I’d get to see one in person! Isn't this cool?!”

He looked at me confused for a second, and then I realized that he probably still couldn't understand me. But before either of us could react again the creature began to float up and away. I let my hands follow it up and into the air above us. One arm falls to my side as the other stays up while I watch it float away. The Na’vi takes a hold of the wrist on my outstretched arm and brings it in front of him. He seems to be inspecting my hand?

“Wha-”, and before I could ask what he was doing he cut me off.

“What are you?”

His voice was rough, and in shock my eyes widened. He spoke english. I froze for a minute before I snapped out of it with his grip tightening. I begin to stutter out a response to his question.

“I-I… W-Well in this body I’m what is considered an Avatar of sorts but I’m pretty sure your people call us dreamwalkers.” At this his grip loosens but he still holds my wrist. “You speak english?” He looks directly into my eyes with the same intensity he was looking at the floating jellyfish with and it takes me back a little. 

“Yes, little. I learned from others in my clan.”

“You must be from the Omaticaya clan then, right? Grace was teaching some of them english.”

“Yes..” He lowers his hand and releases my wrist. “But you are far from the skypeople’s base. Why are you here this far?”

“I have my own base out here. We thought that it was clear from any dangerous animals so I was allowed my own remote place to work. Seems I was wrong about that though.” I said as I mentioned towards the viperwolfs body still laying a few feet away. 

He begins to ask, “Where is-”

But I cut him off as realization hit me, “Oh! My sketchbook!” I quickly stood up and rushed over to the abandoned book behind me. I picked it up and inspected it, checking it to make sure it hadn't gotten ruined. The outside looked fine so I opened it and began to flip through to pages and check over my sketches and watercolor piece. I landed last on the piece I was working on just a few minutes ago. Thankfully the only thing that got messed up were a few sporadic pencil markings from when I had to roll out of the way. I released a breath and smiled.

“Oh thank the gods it's okay. I was so worried that- AAAAA!” I turned my head to the side and met the man face mere inches from mine. I jumped back and snapped shut the book I was holding. I held my hand to my chest to steady my rapidly beating heart. “Jeez man, you scared the shit out of me.”

He pointed to the book in my hand and with a raised eyebrow said, “You created those? Art of our world? Why?”

“Oh, well..” I relaxed and stepped closer to him, opening the book and showing him from the beginning the pieces I've created. As I spoke I slowly flipped through the pages, “I have this passion for plants and animals, but more specifically plants. It's why I became a botanist, to study and get to know the intricacies of these plants better. This planet’s fauna is some of the most beautiful and down right gorgeous I have ever seen. The artist in me can’t help but draw it for myself sometimes.” He watches intently as I flip the pages but stops me on one watercolor piece. He touches the paper lightly, tracing the shapes of the giant tree on the page. 

“Kelutral…” he says in Na’vi.

“Hometree right? I actually got this picture when they first moved my base out here. It’s also one of my favorites I’ve created during my time here.” He lowers his hand and looks at me. And again, our eyes meet, his piercing golden yellow eyes scanning my face. It's almost as if he’s looking for something, maybe some kind of dishonesty in my expression so he had a reason to not trust me. It seems as though he didn't find whatever it was as he spoke up.

“Your base, are you alone?”

I hesitate to answer, but my reasoning has me answer him truthfully, he has helped me after all so he deserves my honesty, “Yes, it's just me.”

He places his hand on my shoulder, with a worried tone he speaks, “You do not fight, you have no protection. You should not be here alone.”

“Well, I’m usually pretty well off. It was my mistake for not noticing that viperwolf earlier and for not paying attention to my surroundings and tripping on a root. This is the only time something like this has happened.” I take a step back and his hand falls. “Why would you worry about someone like me anyway? I thought the Na’vi don't like outsiders, especially ones like me.”

He stands frozen at this. I can almost see the gears turning in his brain as he thinks of how to respond. It took him a minute before he spoke again. “You are different. Eywa gave a sign.”

“Eywa? What makes you think that your god has anything to do with me?”

“The seed of the sacred tree, it chose you. A pure spirit, it was attracted to you.”

I raised my eyebrow, “The floating jellyfish thing?”

He gets closer to me again, getting really close to my face and looking me over, “Yes the.. jellyfish… thing. You are not like them… but how?” At that he tilted his head. So, that's what those things are? I understand his curiosity. I wonder what that could mean for me? I wasn't sure what to do at that moment so I did the only thing I could think of, to make my way back to the base.

“Okay, well thanks for helping me with my wounds but I should really start heading back now” I pushed aside one of his arms and made my way around him and began to walk away.

“H-Hey!” He yelled to me and at this I attempted to walk father but he was easily able to catch up to me. He grabbed my arm and turned me back around to face him, “Night falls soon, you should not travel alone. Let me come with you. I can protect you.”

“Oh no, that's alright. I’ll be fine on my own.” I try to pull away from him but he doesn’t let go. “Dude, again thank you for helping me but I really need to get back.”

I could tell he didn't want to let go, and at my hesitation he blurred out, “I have an offer for you.”

I stop for a moment, “An… offer?”

“Yes, let me protect you here. This is where I hunt most days. I can help you this way. And I will teach you about the plants. Yes?” 

“You’ll come here and protect me from the animals and in turn will teach me about the plant life on this planet?”

“Yes, if you will let me.”

What this man was offering was information I will probably never be able to learn without the aid of a Na’vi native. This was an opportunity of a lifetime to be able to learn about this land in a more in-depth and practical way rather than scientific. But he is also a stranger, someone I barely even knew. Plus, I don't even know this man's name.

I shake my head, “I don’t even know your name.”

He smiles and releases his hand from me and places it on his chest, “I am Näpu Te ‘Aiey Noihi’itan.”

“Oh.. well, Näpu. The name’s Amais Song.” A smile creeps onto my face, “I accept your offer but on one condition.”

“That is?”

I step towards him and swing my arm on his shoulder, and start my way towards the base and say, “I also get to teach you skypeople culture, like music and arts and so on. How about that?”

He stumbles at first but then begins to walk in line with me, “Yes, and can teach you ours as well.”

“An exchange of information for our mutual benefit! Perfect!” I look at him and smile. He looks at me confused for a second, not understanding my words, but smiles when he notices mine. With that we make our way to my base. 

And that was how I met Napu and I am more than lucky to have met him that day. Not only to save my life, but to open my eyes. I couldn't be more thankful to Eywa for that. 

End of video log.

[venfx]

magnus fic roundup

as tma comes to a close, i thought i'd post some of my favorite fics to come out of this fandom. most of these are classics, listed in no particular order.

A Weather In The Flesh by @cuttoothed​ | 3K | S1-S4 | Jon/Martin | Complete

"There is a span of years where Jon doesn’t touch anyone other than the occasional hand shake. It’s not so bad. He’s never been someone who’s needed physical affection."

Jon has never been any good at making people want to stick around.

↳ this is such a well-done exploration of jon’s character and his relationship with touch, and i’ve re-read it at least five times. sweet and sad and phenomenally well-written.

in the chillest land and on the strangest sea by imperfectcircle, singlecrow | 20K | Safehouse, S1-S4 | Jon & Daisy, Jon/Martin | Complete

Jon remembers a statement he read years ago given by a Jesuit priest, who said that the shortest prayer he knew was, just, fuck it, as in fuck it; it's in God's hands. He takes Daisy's hand and trails on after her.

or; hope is a thing with feathers.

↳ hey, you wanna fuckin..... feel things? read this.

The Magnus Institute vs the 21st Century: a series of emails and IMs by shinyopals | 26K | Series | S3 | Pre-Jon/Martin | Complete

The Magnus Institute hires a Data Protection Officer. He sets about diligently booking in meetings, writing policy documents, and training all the staff in the importance of confidentiality. Now if only he could get hold of the Head Archivist, who seems to have vanished again...

(Jon is only trying to save the world, but apparently some people think he should still be doing his day job.)

↳ i’d be surprised to find people who haven’t read this series, but it’s the definition of “the magnus archives is a workplace comedy”. also, alasdair stuart has actually read some clips of this on Twitch, so that’s a fun bonus.

Bell, Book, and Candle by yellow_caballero | 102K | Series | S3 into S4 | Jon/Martin | Complete 

In accordance with the Ride or Die Pact of 2009, Jonathan Sims can call upon Georgie Barker at any time for aid with no strings attached. Despite their rocky history, their childhood friendship, and Jon’s barely recovered alcoholism, this pact is sacred and must be upheld.

Georgie Barker may regret this. She may regret it when she discovers that the world is full of monsters and eldritch gods and dickhead managers. She may regret it when a punk rocker who should be dead collapses on their doorstep, a teenager again who needs their help. She may regret it when her stupid ex-boyfriend starts selling his soul for knowledge and the ability to keep his new family safe.

But she probably won’t. Georgie isn’t scared of anything - not a Clown’s apocalypse, not the apocalypse that Jon is destined to begin, and not Jon’s own loss of humanity.

Maybe she should be.

↳ if you’re looking for an everyone-lives-no-one-dies-happy-ending fic that also happens to be massively chaotic, look no further. 

The Reverb in These Holy Halls by @wolftraps​ | 98K | AU, S1-S4 | Jon/Martin | Complete

Undoing the apocalypse would have been enough for Jon, if all his people survived. Without them, Jon's only recourse is making it so it never happened in the first place. He's going to do better this time.

↳ quintessential time travel AUs. plot-wise, i feel like these can be difficult to write, but op does a fantastic job of tying things together in a way that makes sense. plus, it’s just fun to read.

jon sims v the nhs by @thoughtsbubble​ | 12K | Series | S3 | Complete

Joan Bright has a new patient. He's carrying an old tape recorder and is covered head to toe in scars. Jonathan Sims looks dangerous, but Dr Bright has dealt with all sorts of atypical individuals. She has no reason to be nervous.

Right?

↳ if you’ve ever thought “hey, jon should probably go to therapy”, then 1) you’re absolutely right and 2) this is... probably what would’ve happened. prior knowledge of The Bright Sessions is not required. also, apparently, this fic is written by the showrunner of The Underwood Collection? wild.

Family, Found by Dribbledscribbles | 9K | S4 | Complete

It’s Basira who catches onto it.

The collective shift that seems to come over them when heading in or out of the Institute. Not just the oppressive sensation of being observed, their every move catalogued for the voyeuristic cravings of some unseen Eye(s). That feeling remained with them even when they left the Institute these days, but it was always stronger inside its walls. That wasn’t the change. Nor was it the point.

The point was: making life worse for Jonathan Sims.

↳ i think being part of the avengers fandom circa 2012 has given me permanent found-family-trope brainrot, but you know what. jonathan sims can have a little happiness, as a treat. 

Road to Damascus by @titanfalling​ | 107K | Series | S4 | Jon & Tim | Complete

n. an important moment of insight, typically one that leads to a dramatic transformation of attitude or belief

Or, in which Tim becomes an avatar for the end of all things.

↳ tim dies and then he doesn’t. there is catharsis and world building. just....read it.

Come, Change Your Ring With Me by @backofthebookshelf​ | 29K | S3 | Peter/Jon, Jon/Martin, Peter/Elias | Complete

The Lukases demand the Archivist marry into the family, and the Institute relies on them too much to say no. Peter is smug. Elias is fuming. Martin is suffering. Jon thinks this might be tolerable if only Peter would hurry up and leave him alone already.

OR, the soap opera we call an Archives revolves around Peter Lukas this time.

↳ superb evil-bastards-in-love content, feat. martin pining, tim being obnoxious, and jon being... well, tired, mostly. i will literally never get tired of how op writes peter. 

creatures that i briefly move along by @dotsayers​ | 16K | Series | AU, Post-S4 | background Jon/Martin 

Mr Sims was so weird, was the thing. Miss Grant always said calling people weird was rude, and Anna sort of agreed, but she didn’t know what other word to use to describe Mr Sims.

He’d only been in with the class for a few days, really, and half of that he just sat at the back listening, but that didn’t stop her from making a swift judgement. 5BG had had student teachers before, back when they were 3ST, and they’d been uniformly normal.

Mr Sims was… actually, Anna had a better adjective. He was interesting.

↳ i just.... love teacher!jon fics. this series delivers. 

Once Bitten by @apatheticbutterflies | 1K | S4 | Jon & Daisy | Complete

Jon Sims has always been a jumpy kind of guy. Nervous. Twitchy. Daisy used to think it meant he was guilty. Turns out he was. Just not of what she’d thought.

Daisy learns how to peel an orange.

↳ daisy and jon’s relationship is an example of an instance where i’m happy to say “fuck what you wrote mr. jonny ‘chocolate torte of tragedy’ sims, i want them to be friends”.

pins and needles by mutterandmumble | 13K | S1-S4 | Complete

He’s got a reputation to uphold anyways; an uptight, rigid reputation that dictates the way that he interacts and functions and is such an integral part of him that he can’t let go of it anytime soon. He likes his safety nets. He likes his contingencies. He likes his privacy, and everything around this place right down to the walls seems to have ears, so he’ll stay tight-lipped up to and beyond the threat of death.

He’s good at that.

In which Jon takes up embroidery and bumbles through life the best that he can.

↳ out of all the introspective jon pieces i’ve read (and there are many), this one stands out. maybe it’s the symbolism or the characterisation, or maybe it’s the fact that i have an embroidery kit lurking in the back of my closet along with a hundred other half-pursued hyperfixations. whatever. this is excellent.

sleeping in by @ivelostmyspectacles | 5K | S2 | Jon/Tim | Complete

“Who are you trying to convince?”

Jon gives up, letting his head sag against Tim’s shoulder. “I don’t know.”

aka Elias gets tired of Jon and Tim's bickering, sends them away for a "team-building" weekend trip, and is sure to book them a room with only one bed

↳ this has everything you’d need from a “oh no there’s only one bed” fic. someone please get these men therapy.

if you try, sometimes (you get what you knead) by @ajcrawly​ | 3.5K | S1-S4 | Jon/Martin, Tim/Sasha | Complete

It starts with an abundance of boeuf bourguignon and ends up as a team tradition.

Food and love in uncertain times.

↳ more found family fic, this time with a diverse og!archival staff and food as a metaphor for love. hurt in all the right ways. made me hungry in the process.

[c-is-for-circinate]

Absolutely fucking wild to me to contemplate the number of fandoms I have cycled through in the past year+ of quarantine, often while leaving no indication of them on this blog whatsoever. Like, we're talking all in, full throttle, browsing twenty pages deep on an AO3 bookmarks-sorted fic search in a month fandom hyperfixation.

March of 2020 I was here for Critical Role, with a sideline in having Feelings About Persona Games, which is sort of a constant low-grade thing I do all the time, and that was fine. Then quarantine hit, and since then it has been an absolutely inexplicable roulette wheel with zero regard for any criteria that even I could fathom. I spent two months drowning in Star Wars in spite of having never in my life cared about the Clone Wars cartoons or associated extended universe, ever. I now know and care deeply about Final Fantasy 7, a game I have still never played. I dived back into Fullmetal Alchemist and Dragon Age, which I have not spent more than a day at a time thinking about in at least two years. I finally gave in and watched all of Yuri on Ice, which I avoided at all costs when it was actually airing, and then obsessed for a month. I apparently decided it was worth my time last summer to dive into Danny Phantom, a show I never once watched even when I was within a decade of its target age range. And that's not even the full list. What the fuck.

I don't regret, exactly, that this is where all of my apparently very intense "oh fuck I don't have anything to do and it's quarantine" energy went, but man I wish it were even remotely predictable. Or a phase ever lasted long enough for me to do something with the equally long and intense AUs that constantly bubble up every time I think too long about any one thing, and then drift away on the frittering wind.

My inbox is full of notifications of updates to subscribed stories in fandoms I haven't cared about in six months. Some of them are two hundred chapters long. And I originally read up to the WIP point in less than a weekend, except I cannot even begin to imagine what's going on in them any more. And I still haven't made anyone on this blog sit through the Persona 5 polythieves-in-Paris story, or the brand new Dragon Age time-travel-fix-it fic(s), or my many thoughts and feelings that I know I had but no longer remember about Russian figure skaters, or even written any of the lengthy lore posts about my own D&D game that I'm running that I promised everyone over a year ago.

But! I have mostly finished Hades! And I will try really hard to write more about it soon! If I don't accidentally get sucker-punched by (evidence suggests) literally any other fictional property in the world so long as I probably haven't ever seen it before.

(Please god let Exandria Unlimited be absorbing and have a super-active fandom. Please. I want to get off this ride and settle back down to earth where I get to keep a reasonable amount of only slightly heightened fixation on just one or two things for more than six weeks. I have a real job again, surely that will help distract me. Surely. Right?)

[ruby-whistler]

Your c!dream post came on my dash and while I can definitely agree with the main point (torture is wrong no matter who it happens to) some of the contents of that post were a bit bothering to me.

the fact that you implied that your concerned for people who really hate c!dream and therefore see the torture as payback is really crossing a line. I really hope I misinterpreted that because it sounds like your implying that you think those people would dehumanize people in real life. That is a big assumption to make my friend, not something you can just throw around because you see someone talking bad about a character you emphasize with.

And like I said, I’m saying that while agreeing with your main point. I can say that your right about that being something we shouldn’t do while also knowing that this is about a Minecraft roleplay revolving around a character who canonically abused a 17 year old. The accusation your making is not something you should throw around. Just like people shouldn’t accuse Dream apologists who say bad stuff about c!tommy of being real life abuse apologists. There’s a huge difference about being attached to a character and saying something dumb and doing these things irl.

Also I thought we were past referring to lmanburg as colonization? I’m not sure if that’s what you were doing but That’s a real thing that effects people and not something you can just pin on a couple of white streamer men roleplaying. Someone more equipped then me can explain why they are very much not comparable at all, and why it’s bad to compare it, ill probably butcher it. I saw a good post about it somewhere.

And then onto the stuff that’s more story based and doesn’t matter as much:

- dream very much did plan to keep tommy in the prison cell for life, like I’m pretty sure he flat out said it or at least very heavily implied it during the confrontation, someone probably has a clip.

- I can agree that Sam wasn’t manipulated by dream, but he does have trauma from him, in fact it’s a big part of his arc. Dream would brag about what he did to tommy in exile, laughed in his face after killing tommy, and often screamed at him threatening to kill him as well. It affected sam greatly and is what started his spiral.

- There are other things in your post that I disagree with to some extent but honestly debating lore things isn’t what I’m here for. So we can agree to disagree. I’m not really to concerned about the lore stuff.

just like you were talking about being careful about what you are saying about c!dream because it can hurt people, I will also say to be careful in what you say about c!dream in his favor because it can also hurt people. Please do not forget he very canonically abused, murdered, and threatened to murder teenagers. That’s a touchy subject, especially because it was displayed in such a raw manner. Is he deserveing of abuse because of it? Of course not. Is he unworthy of growth or change? Of course not. Does that mean people have to forgive him or like him or sympathize with him? No. No one is morally required to sympathize with a character, as long as your not saying gross things about them. ( like claiming that they deserve torture! )

Someone saying something in the heat of the moment about a character who reminds them of their abuser does not justify calling them real life dehumanizers, or claiming they are prone to it. It’s not cool. And, I and feel like In liking c!dream (or any character who has done something really morally wrong) you have to make sure to be respectful towards people who have been in those situations. You can like a character without excusing their actions. Not saying your doing that, just a blanket statement.

Also, please take care of yourself. If seeing people criticize or say bad things about a character you like is causing you genuine distress, please take a break. I tend to hyperfixate and project and I know that sometimes it can be a really harmful thing. It helps a lot to take a deep breathe and step away for a few minutes. This is a reminder to everyone else as well to always tag crit. And to clarify, I’m not trying to like drag you through the mud for anything I disagree with in your post. Like trust me I get heat of the moment reactions and not completely thinking through everything you write down. And just blatantly not knowing that something isn’t cool to say. I just want to make sure it’s known that hey, maybe people shouldn’t say _.

If there’s anything in my post that’s wrong I apologize, I’m open to respectful criticism. And also just to finish this off, I know getting critical asks can be upsetting, so if you are genuinely made upset, angry, or anxious by this ask, please just leave it be. Don’t respond, or take a breather before you do. I’m saying this because like I said I just came across this post, I don’t know you or how you tend to react to things so I don’t want to start a huge thing. Just giving my thoughts and crit.

And also because having people yell/be really rude at me makes me very genuinely anxious! Even if it’s anon. Please keep that in mind if you respond (you don’t have to, it’s up to you) You can respond and disagree however much you like, just please don’t be a jerk about it cause I’ll probably cry lol (seriously tho like I said I’m sensitive)

Alright, so first as a quick disclaimer, I’m going to out a summary of the original post’s points, just to ensure that we’re on the same page;

The post does say:

- don’t dehumanize c!Dream because it continuously hurts people who relate to and/or sympathize with him, also dehumanization in general is an inherently wrong mindset

- don’t attack people who sympathize with him because he’s a victim of abuse besides other things

The post never says:

- you cannot hate c!Dream and not sympathizing with him is wrong

- the things c!Dream has done are to any degree excused

- don’t dehumanize c!Dream because he’s a good person

- people who dehumanize c!Dream are real life abuse apologists

If you read the post and didn’t get these points from it, i advise you to reread it as I made pretty much all of these abundantly clear.

I absolutely never said anything about real life abuse apologism. I continuously put (fictional) in front of things to make that point. I don’t know how you got that from the post.

Dehumanization is wrong. Dehumanization of fictional characters on a large scale to the point where people will excuse his abuse is wrong and it hurts people and I will speak out about it. It doesn’t mean people will dehumanize people irl or that they are prone to it, but it’s still wrong.

I never said L’manberg was colonization. I said some people who have had their country colonized relate to him because he had his home torn apart and is desperate to return it back to its original state. This is a completely valid reason to relate to him as it is a pretty big part of the character.

He said he would “put him in the prison”. I don’t remember him saying it would be forever, but he could’ve said that, however I’d like a clip first. He never said he would be stored in the inhumane, main cell, and it makes a lot more sense that he wouldn’t be in there 1) because Dream said it was only a security measure 2) the prisoner was supposed to be able to move around the prison.

I don’t care that the abuser was “traumatized” by the abuse victim telling him of his actions. If I was being tortured mentally and mistreated and neglected physically by a person who hates my guts for weeks I too would probably threaten him. It didn’t start his spiral. His spiral was caused by corruption and possibly hatred, not being “hurt” by c!Dream. c!Dream didn’t cause himself to be abused, that was fully c!Sam’s decision, and saying otherwise is victim blaming (not saying you did that, just putting this point out here).

I do not forget the bad things he’s done. I was there. I saw it. I hated him for it. I still sympathize with him. I still believe he deserves better. I still believe he deserves to get better. I 100% agree with the point that it’s wrong to say someone is required to feel sympathy, as long as they don’t dehumanize him and harass people who do. That was the literal point of the post.

I am one of the many c!Dream fans who get constantly triggered because of how overwhelming the dehumanization is in the community. It’s not being hypersensitive, and I really hope you’re not implying that. It’s a very real issue that should be solved so that people don’t have to “take breaks” because of it.

I don’t care if people hate him or criticize him. I genuinely couldn’t care less. He did disgusting things. I’m used to it. But it is normalized in the community to say stuff about the character that is genuinely triggering, and would be to anyone if people were saying it on a large scale about their favorite character.

Hope this didn’t come off as too aggressive, I have anxiety and I didn’t want to let my feelings bleed into this because that wouldn’t be good for me. Wish you a nice day.

[omegawolverine]

Wanna infodunp bout sumthin? Plz do (respind whenever you wanna dont even worrg bout time here)

this has been sitting in my ask box for like a week now and im so sorry about that but also the last time i posted an info dump (which, for me, means bitching my ever loving heart out about the subject, because i genuinely find it incredibly difficult to speak fondly of things i enjoy without just going "yeah i think its neat!" essentially and then forgetting all the reasons why i like it) somebody came into my replies to break the dni i made in that post, invalidate my trauma and then say i was gaslighting them for stating my own opinion so um. yeah ive been a bit hesitant to say the least, considering hot takes are basically how i show my love for things :)

but, i have now decided to just post my least inflammatory take on one of my hyperfixations in response to this and then just. leave bc i dont wanna get into drama over my dumb little opinions again.

anyways, quick dni: dont even fucking touch this post if you're going to be aggressive with me, you don't use tone tags when making corrections or criticisms or you wanna just trash my opinion. ultimately people can do whatever they want, im just expressing my own annoyances as someone who has been in the IT fandom for awhile and has some complaints as a result (as im sure most other fans do lol)

moving on...rant time:

stan uris and richie tozier are canonically best friends in IT and the erasure of their friendship in favor of appealing to reddie fans is fucking gross and weird, especially bc stan is then chalked up to just some mean jewish kid who likes birds and is annoyed by richie 25/8 instead of having an actual fucking personality in every reddie fic just bc fans want so badly to make reddie best friends to lovers and its just?? yall can make reddie best friends to lovers WITHOUT erasing stan's canonical personality. yall can make them best friends to lovers while still acknowledging that stan and richie are canonically best friends and that stan canonically was an incredibly important person to richie.

this also goes for bill and eddie btw!! its just significantly worse with stan which reads Very Wrong when you take into consideration that fic writers always write bill denbrough as a sweet little white boy who everyone's at least a little bit in love with but then write stan as this rude jewish boy who's always mean and critical of richie for just being himself (and a lot of those "annoying" traits i see people make stan give richie shit about are adhd traits, which also rubs me wrong?? like why are so many NT fic writers so comfortable with calling my ND traits annoying) which isnt even canon?? like. canonically they poke fun at each other, they call each other names and say stupid shit but not to the extent of actually hurting each other because they are best friends and they know each other to the point where they know what boundaries the other has, they arent just making passive aggressive comments at the other and then going "it's a joke bro!" when/if the other gets upset.

also?? the trend of making "fix it" fics for IT chapter 2 where eddie is revived/doesn't die but stan does and is then only brought up in passing? not fucking cute. dont call it a "fix it fic" if the only "fix it" is you reviving a character for your fucking ship, especially when the other dead character is the BEST FRIEND of 1/2 of the ship? like. what. do yall just think richie getting married would somehow fix the fact that he lost the person that he was closest to? because, news flash, the person he was closest to was not eddie. they were very close friends, richie fucking loved the dude /p and /r, but stan was canonically his best friend and was canonically the person richie was closest to like?? what is not clicking omgggg

stanley uris is an incredibly fucking important character in IT and he is especially fucking important to richie goddamn tozier. you dont just get to ignore richie's best friend and write him into this mean jewish man box because his actual personality doesnt serve your ship like for the love of fucking god stan does not need to be there to create angst for your fics, he doesnt need to be there to make your hurt/comfort piece where you make stan borderline abelist just so richie can run and cry into eddie's scrawny little arms like im begging you to just write something where the hurt/comfort doesnt come from stan being a douchebag because canonically he was not one. he was a good fucking friend, he fucking loved richie and they got each others weird asses like nobody else did.

like. idk. ultimately yall can do what you want with ur fics i guess but also it's just fucking weird if you ask me?? and maybe that's just because im a dumbass richie kinnie who absolutely adores stan, but as somebody who loves reddie and reads reddie fics regularly, it is so goddamn annoying to only see my other favorite character written in to be mean, create angst or just be fucking dead time and time again when eddie is revived and then not even written accurately half the time bc he's not a fucking fragile dude who needs help all the time either, he's a shouty little cunt who know's he can be fucking dangerous if he wants to be and he doesn't hesitate to dish out some nasty ass comments if given the chance. just please for the love of god stop writing these characters ooc its killing me fr-

(btw i know most of this shit is just done by accident and its mostly done by movie stans who havent read the book, it's just still annoying to me, ya know? and this whole post is /nm, i just talk like this bc it's what comes naturally to me!! this is how i complain about literally everything, regardless of how big the issue is so dont take this too seriously pls)

[zirkkun]

Like everyone else, i must thank you for this amazing game. It is, without a doubt, one of the best undertale fan games. Somethings:

1. It is my headcannon that the True Passion Route Is The Official Undertale Ending. It just feels like an ideal Ending for undertale, and it feels like undertale. It is a undertale love letter meets the official undertale.

2. Passion, The Major Theme Of Your Game, Is Just Perfect For Undertale Fangame.

2.1/3. The Theme Of Passion Was Very Special To Me. You see, I am on the autism spectrum, and my specific interest is undertale. So, I have a healthy but Strong Passion For Undertale. Seeing a Game Like This Is Very Fullfiling.

3. I already said that I love your art in previous Asks, but you surpassed yourself in this game. From the background, atmosphere, to The characters.

4. The writing is superb, just beautiful and heartfelt.

5. I must ask, If you don't want this ask public, it's okay. But if it is because i mentioned my autism, I must say that, unless you feel uncomfortable, it's okay to post. I am proud to boast my autism.

6. You actually made me empathize with Flowey. He Actually Acts Like Us, And With The Reason of not feeling Alone and wanting to connect with this world, and not wanting to leave this world.

7. I was going to choose Asgore as Final Call, But Azzy Stole The Spot.

8. Love and Admire All Your Works. No Pressure though, Just sending positive vibes in this paragraph.

Again, thank you for everything, And Stay Safe :)

Aaaaaa this is all so nice??? fdbhsafj I can’t come up with a singular paragraph response cause I just wanna say so much, so I’m going to respond to each of these ;w;

1 & 2 - I’m really glad you think so!! I really wanted to try and capture all of the passion I felt playing the game with that route’s ending -- and the game as a whole. It’s funny you call it a love letter, because in my head, Act to Flirt has always been an apology letter for how horrifically I thought of and treated this game when it came out purely due to how much it was shoved down my throat. But after getting a chance to play it, I honestly feel nothing but silly for putting it down so much.

But, with the whole theme of “Determination” being what guides you in Undertale, I always interpretted that to be like, how the reason you do something in video games isn’t because you’re necessarily acting as you would irl. It’s because, since you have no risk of hurting yourself or anyone else actually, it’s an open space, letting you act however you want with no real-life consequence. But when the game takes this for a spin and makes you step back to really bring the game to life and put it in a perspective... it really makes you wonder a lot about your choices more so than you would in any other game.

So, this being a “sequel,” based on timeline events; to Undertale, ��Passion” is supposed to encapsule the care and feelings the player still has after they played the game. My main thought process when coming up with this was to sort of “market” the game at the beginning similarly to how Determination was merely shown as a power to you -- it’s just a silly, fun game where you can do whatever you please, directed at those who still feel very close to Undertale and its characters and are constantly looking for new content about it. It’s impossible to cover the bases for every player, and yet the majority of the game is designed around a specific type of player. It’s... risky from a game design standpoint, for sure lol. I genuinely wasn’t sure if anyone would play the game at all. But I’m really glad to see it’s resonated with you so well ;w;

3 & 4 - I’m so glad you think so 😭 this really means a lot aaaa thank you so much;;

I always worry I get a bit too repetitive or weirdly paced sometimes with my writing, since I write almost purely stream-of-consciousness while putting myself directly into the emotions the character I’m writing would be feeling. I struggle writing any other way, aha;;

5 (and 2 1/3 lol) - While I don’t have autism, I do have ADHD and have also always been between various hyperfixations my whole life. I’ve actually been measuring time based on them since I was a kid, and if I didn’t have one at the time of an event, I don’t remember it at all 😅 Fictional characters have always been a very important thing for me to lean on in life -- since, at many points, I didn’t have anybody else to go to. I’ve always wanted to make something with characters that have relatable problems to those learning about them so people can have a something to lean on with a problem they might otherwise feel alone on. And, well, one “problem” that I don’t think I’ve ever really had the chance to write about before is being significantly connected to fictional characters that you can’t meet in real life. With Undertale having the whole concept of “resets” being acknowledged in one form or another by a lot of the characters, and the cast being so wonderfully designed and written already; it made UT an obvious choice for being able to discuss that. It definitely made Sans’s route really fun to write... and I actually started crying a little writing his ending fdbshafjb i’m a mess LMAO

6 & 7 - I’m really glad, honestly!!! I didn’t like Flowey when I first played Undertale (and actually killed him my first playthrough... then again I killed a lot my first playthrough cause I didn’t realize it was optional 😅😅), but after learning more about him, Asriel, and Chara, I really grew to like him! He’s one of my favorite characters now, actually. The moment Asriel was able to start talking about his struggles, I understood him almost instantaneously just because I relate to a lot that he deals with. Asriel’s ending is actually tied for Papyrus’s as my favorite (of the ones I wrote! @alch3mic wrote Undyne’s, Toriel’s, Asgore’s, and Alphys’s ^^), too. So I’m really glad how I wrote him made you like him more as a character ;w;♥

annnnnnnd for 8....... you’re too nice, thank you so much fbdshafb I’m glad you like my works so much!! I really do my best to make things that can really resonate with people, so I’m always both astounded and happy to hear when someone’s been impacted by what I’ve made ;w;/

[bellamyblakru]

Haha, Ashley.......get tissues. That's all. This ask I'm gonna go all out.

Somedays I'm in awe of the fact of how lucky I am to have u in my life, especially when I remember that I originally didn't like u....I originally didn't like anyone lol, but the point is despite that you have become such an important fixture in my life that even if your only offline for like three to two days, I immediately feel down because talking to you is the highlight of my day. Your just a hilarious, witty, chaotic,smart, genius caring, loving and comforting presence in my life. You know how you said I made u believe that you could be the person you wanted to be? Well you did the same for me, because of u I feel like I really am strong and a good person because God knows u remind me of that so much. And each time I want to tell you, that I don't deserve them more than you. I really don't. You just deserve so much, my friend. You deserve everything and more and your an incredible, astounding, amazing, beautiful, awesome, great, terrific, extraordinary person inside and outside. Have I ever told u that I grin like a lunatic whenever u refer to me as sister. That your birthday present and speech made me want to cry with happiness and I was smiling so hard the whole time and I copied it to my own server just so I could read it over and over again. Honestly when u first called u sister, I was sure you were going to be angry or laugh 💀 but...the fact that you feel the same way... hopefully.....well let's just say that was the best surprise of mu life. And currently? One of my biggest fear is losing you, so I really really hope that never happens, because everytime I feel like it has i feel panicked and ready to cry all day and if that doesn't show how important you are to me and how much I love u and can't deal with losing you then I don't know what does. Because you are so so so important to me and I love you so much and don't think I can cope with losing you.

I know I don't know everything about you and I will keep telling you that whatever u tell me, I'm not going anywhere. I'm always gonna be here, because I love you so so much. Like seriously man your my most important person. You are perfect and you are going to change the world. And if u don't want to and just let the world rot I'll support you in that endeavour too 😌😌. Your brilliant and I"m grateful for the fact that you exist and I met you everyday. It's the thing I'm most grateful for, especially because I don't think I could survive life again without you, so please promise to never leave🥺🥺( btw feel free to leave if u ever really need to lol). I love you more than I can ever put into words.

trav why you gotta do this to me on a thursday evening??!!!! im sobbing. like literal tears are falling violently down my face. you see me so much better than i see myself, dude. i love you so much my beautiful and talented sister. im not going anywhere, little one, you must know that by now.

i tell you all the time that you are the bravest person i know—and i mean it. i have never meant so one so young and mature and loving and kind. you have been through some rough shit, and probably will in the future too unfortunately, and if i could, i would take it all. you are brilliant, and you deserve the world. being considered your sister is one of the greatest honors of my life, and ill cherish it for as long as i live🥺❤️

we’ll change the world together then, yeah? no letting it rot on our accord. you, me, my wife @its-hyperfixation, @kandi-pendragon, and @typicalsynopsis. we are like the avengers but with mental illness and self esteem problems. LOL

love u🥺stop making me cry😠

[manabombs]

doing this meme for mr captain jack rackham because I think i’m finally ready to try to articulate my feelings, even if no one asked (i’m sorry this post is so long)

Why I like them:  So... here’s the thing... 

I’m kind of known for dressing like a fancy gay pirate. I’ve made a lot of cosplays over the years, but my pirate outfits are what I’m most infamous for. I met my partner over a decade ago while dressed like a fancy gay pirate. Many of my friends have seen me in pirate outfits more often then they’ve seen me in normal person clothing. Once upon a time I went to art school to study fashion design and I said “yes this is the aesthetic I’m going to cultivate” and now here we are. 

When I first heard that they were making a big budget period drama that was a prequel to Treasure Island, I knew that it was going to be My Next Hyperfixation, long before I had any notion of how much queer representation there would be or even how well-written the show would be. But it took me a couple years to finally feel like I was Emotionally Ready to delve into the series (Sometimes I’m bummed that I missed out on participating in the fandom while the show was actively airing, but I’m also glad that I was able to binge it all in its entirely, because the time waiting between seasons would have made me too crazy). 

And within those first two or three episodes, I saw that greasy rat man with his mullet and his avant garde facial hair choices and whatever the hell was going on with his wardrobe

and I said to myself “wait... Calico Jack... as in, the pirate known for his fashion sense...”

and I had one of those moments where I realized that this character was so much My Type that I was mad at myself for being so predictable. and I questioned some of the life choices that I made that led me to the point that this greasy rat man the sort of character that I immediately knew that I was going to fall in love with.

But that was only the beginning, because as I watched more of the series, I related to him more and more-- I think it was mannerisms at first, and things like “having to explain the vocabulary you just used to your coworkers” and “I would also like Anne Bonny to be my wife”, but gradually I began to relate to him for increasingly personal reasons. I first watched Black Sails after I had gone through a particularly rough couple years, and the catharsis of watching Jack go from “they pissed on me” to being the character who is ultimately victorious over the series’ main antagonist was an emotionally intense experience. I was already projecting on him by the time that he delivered the “great art has felled empires” monologue, which was the moment I knew that I was deeply invested in this character, and he hadn’t even started showing off his best looks yet. There are, of course, moments where his actions are... morally dubious, but even those instances just managed to make me more attached to him, because I respect the hell out of how well the writers succeeded in making him such a well-developed character. 

By the end of the series I realized that I related to this character on an intensely personal level, in a way that I haven’t connected with a fictional character in years, except it felt more profound than the times I’ve connected with fictional characters in the past because this time I was an Adult with a deeper understanding of the Self. I don’t want to sound like a soulbonder or a kinnie or whatever the kids are calling it these days but it really felt like this:

tl;dr I came for the wardrobe and stayed for the waxing about art philosophy and historiography

Why I don’t: ... undermining the revolution wasn’t great...

Favorite episode: I’m a big fan of 2.06 because... you know...

but also because we had to wait 14 episodes to see this pirate on a fuckin boat

Favorite season: Season three features so many of my favorite tropes it feels unreal... Jack and Charles as co-captains sharing authority and declaring their undying loyalty to each other... the way he goes full dandy the moment he has money to burn... Jack has to gain the approval of his judgmental father-in-law... his homoerotic rivalry with Rogers... getting arrested and then rescued by his significant others in the most dramatic way possible... I choose to believe that there was a brief, shining moment right before the beginning of season 3 where Jack was able to just chill and be optimistic about the future and bask in Charles Vane’s approval amidst his pile of gold and new wardrobe while Anne and Max were off doing lesbian stuff...

Favorite line: “It’s the art that leaves the mark, but to leave it, it must transcend, it must speak for itself, it must be true,” I mutter to myself as I draw vampire pirates at 1am

Favorite outfit: oof what a question...

This look is probably my overall favorite and there’s a good reason why it’s the outfit he’s wearing for the final climactic battle. He has so many amazing coats, but the details on this one make it my favorite, and I also love that gradient scarf and the pink embroidered shirt. The color and pattern mixing here is impeccable. It makes me appreciate his hot mess of a wardrobe in the first season more, seeing how his first outfit just looks like plain boring muslin and then more color & patterns gradually get introduced.

This is my runner-up just because I love the shade of blue and the prince charming vibes that are happening here, so I’m sad that we only saw this look for like 3 seconds.

OTP: I can’t remember the last time I cared about a ship as much as I care about VaneRackham.... sometimes I get mad that they succeeded in making me have these Feelings about fictional characters... I watched a show with multiple canon gay relationships and ended up fixating on the queerbait white man ship where one of the characters dies, because I have questionable taste and I love making myself suffer. 😩

Brotp: Jack and Max’s relationship means so much to me 💕

Head Canon: This might be me projecting, but because of his background in textiles I headcanon that Jack was more competent at sewing than anyone else on the Ranger and that skill came in incredibly useful on more than one occasion. The fancy coats that we see him wearing in seasons 3 & 4 most likely would have been custom tailored specifically for him, but I imagine that all of his earlier ones were acquired secondhand (one way or another) and he sometimes did patching/adjustments on them himself.

Unpopular opinion: I respect the artistic liberties that were taken with his character design, but he should have been allowed to wear some silk stockings and show off his calves at least once tbh

A wish: Obviously my #1 wish is that Jack and Charles had been permitted to kiss, but I also wish that we had been able to see them on a ship together clearly I have no choice but to assume that whenever they were on a ship together there was lots of kissing going on An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: man it would sure suck if Jack was executed for piracy within like three years of the series finale 5 words to best describe them: this adam ant looking motherfucker

My nickname for them: my guy/my dude