#this is just universally applicable to fandoms

[disorientasyon]

I just spent a whole day writing (personal project, not related to fandom stuff) and you know what would make me feel better?

Yeah, that's right, more writing (this is what I get for making writing my hobby and also my side-career, but I love it so I'm happy).

Because I have too many ideas, here's a poll to see which one I should work on next.

Here's the basic idea behind each of them so you're not just wondering what they're supposed to be:

D-16 Applies to the High Guard (Sole Survivor Prima AU Divergence) - One-Shot

If you don't know what my Sole Survivor Prima AU is, it's essentially an AU where Prima survives Sentinel and the Quintessons' ambush in the cave but the other Primes don't. He's the sole ruler of Iacon. It has hints of Primatronus, and also D-16 is Primatronus' sparkling in this AU. Although, note that his personality is mostly based off of the Covenant of Primus and not the usual one you may see from others.

In this fanfic, I mentioned before that D-16 could have actually met Prima much sooner than in the actual AU. So this is a divergence from the actual plot of the AU. This doesn't really have OPMeg like in the original since in this one D-16 never met Pax and continued on to apply to the High Guard. He ends up meeting Prima because of his application.

SG TF:One - A Better World -- Multichapter

I need to make SG!D-16/Megatron suffer so bad /j Okay so essentially, I just wanted to write a fic where SG!Megatron ends up in baseline TF:One... but at the same time not really. I can't say what I mean by this cause it's a literal plot twist/spoiler. But yeah, that's the premise lmao. This will have possessive Optimus (because I love possessive OP).

I can't really say much about this since the actual premise is in itself a bit of a spoiler/plot twist. The focus here is OPMeg (obviously). It's actually supposed to be psychological horror/horror. The emphasis here is that he thinks he's in the baseline tf:one universe but well... let's just say he's not. Other than those hints, I can't really say more otherwise I risk giving away the plot twist.

Prima's POV (Sole Survivor Prima AU) - Multichapter

If you don't know what my Sole Survivor Prima AU is, it's essentially an AU where Prima survives Sentinel and the Quintessons' ambush in the cave but the other Primes don't. He's the sole ruler of Iacon. It has hints of Primatronus, and also D-16 is Primatronus' sparkling in this AU. Although, note that his personality is mostly based off of the Covenant of Primus and not the usual one you may see from others.

This is a long fic focusing on Prima's relationship with some of the other Primes (especially Megatronus), what happened during Sentinel's ambush, and the events that transpired afterwards. D-16 and Pax do show up like eventually at the end, but this mostly focuses on Prima (because he has somehow become a favorite of mine, at least Covenant of Primus!Prima lmao).

[juniperhillpatient]

oh my god I hate fandom tags on tumblr sometimes why is it always hundreds of posts appreciating the most annoying bland men like shut upppp I didn’t ask about him he’s barely even a main character & has done nothing interesting literally be quiett 😭

[menlove]

before you, tumblr user, is a computer. on this computer is a post made by a random tumblr user who dislikes a popular ship you enjoy. they did not tag this post and are merely expressing that they dislike this ship. you have to make it the next 24 hours without getting mad and posting about how hated your ship is, responding to this person, sending them anonymous hate, vaguing them, or starting drama. if you do any of these things, the keyboard will administer a strong volt of electricity, killing you instantly

good luck

[monabee-draws]

Sometimes I want to get invested in a new rarepair and then I look it up only to realise that the fans of said rarepair are crazy and mischaracterise one of half of the canon ship so that they can justify breaking them up for the sake of the rarepair😮‍💨 people need to learn that multishipping without character assasination is 100% totally possible and people break up for neutral reasons all the time OR the magic of fanworks is that you can pretend the original ship never got together in the first place. Or, you know, polyamoury🌈

[username8746489]

*Softly removing the classmates away from the salt fandom* They don't deserve you

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Dawg Mentality

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

POV: First-Person

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Basketball, Protective Paige, Established Relationship, UConn Women’s Basketball, Tournament Game, Trash Talk, Revenge Arc, Soft Moments, Humor

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: don’t mess with what’s Paige’s… or you’ll get hurt…

🏷️: @yailtsv , @elalfywhore , @azziswrld , @paige05bby

Flashback – March 2024

I stared at my phone screen, rereading the email for the tenth time.

“Dear [Y/N],

We are pleased to inform you that your transfer application has been accepted. You are officially enrolled as a sophomore student-athlete at the University of Connecticut for the upcoming academic year.”_

My breath hitched.

This was real. I was officially out.

The toxic cycle, the whispered apologies that meant nothing, the empty promises that “it would get better”—I was leaving all of it behind.

I was leaving her behind.

A weight lifted from my shoulders, and for the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe.

I went to her dorm the following week to break things off.

“I can’t do this anymore.��

My voice wavered slightly, but I kept my chin high as I stood in the dimly lit dorm room, arms crossed over my chest. My (now ex) girlfriend sat on the edge of her bed, jaw clenched, eyes burning with something between disbelief and irritation.

“The fuck are you talking about, bro?” she scoffed, shaking her head as if I had just told her the sky wasn’t blue.

I exhaled, already feeling the familiar exhaustion that came with every argument. The manipulation, the guilt-tripping, the way she always found a way to make me feel like I was the problem—it was a cycle I was finally breaking.

“You,” I said, my voice firmer now. “I’m talking about you. The way you treat me. The way you act like I owe you my patience when you don’t even try to meet me halfway. I’m done.”

She laughed, the kind that wasn’t really amused. “You’re really about to throw this away over some dumb shit?”

I shook my head. “This wasn’t love. This was you using me as a crutch and tearing me down when I didn’t bend to your will.”

“You deadass just gonna leave?” she asked, voice laced with irritation.

I exhaled sharply. “Yeah.”

“You think UConn’s gonna make you happy?” She scoffed, stepping closer. “What, you think Paige Bueckers gon’ save you or something?”

I rolled my eyes. “This has nothing to do with Paige.”

She leaned in, tone dropping to something more condescending. “You’ll be back.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, I won’t.”

I turned on my heel and walked out.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free.

Big East Tournament, Semifinals – March 2025

The energy in the arena was electric, the crowd buzzing as we battled for a spot in the Big East Championship game. I had worked my ass off since transferring to UConn, determined to prove myself, and this moment felt surreal.

My ex scoffed. “You still soft as hell, huh? Thought running to UConn would make you somebody.”

I had already ran back to defense so I heard nothing even though it was directed to me.

Paige, however she heard it clear as day. Now with just over five minutes left in the quarter, my ex sagged off Paige, daring her to shoot.

Bad idea.

Paige took one dribble, stepped back, and let it fly. The ball swished through the net so cleanly it barely touched the rim. The crowd exploded.

And then it happened.

That’s when she turned, eyes locked on my ex, and let it rip:

“Fuck is you talkin ’bout?”

The TV broadcast caught it too, her expression sharp, unimpressed—borderline disrespectful.

Paige didn’t care though. She was already back on defense, jaw tight, locked in. The clip however was already trending before the quarter even ended.

And the crowd’s reaction to her 3 pointer was instant. The bench was on their feet. Even the commentators took a second to process what they had just witnessed.

Even thought they couldn’t hear it they knew, that it was to someone on the opposing team.

Paige wasn’t the type to get into it with opponents. Unless we’re talking about Hopkins Paige; or Paige who constantly at the refs for a “genuine conversation”, but this March Madness Paige. She was calm, calculated, a silent assassin.

But when my ex had the nerve to call me out my name, Paige flipped a switch.

And now? Now she was playing even more like she had something to prove, the she already was.

By halftime, we were up by 10. Paige had 21 points. She was playing angry. Not sloppy, not reckless—but with a different kind of edge. One that sent a message.

And the message was clear: Don’t fuck with mine.

I had been on the bench the third quarter enjoying Paige be a menace, but came the fourth quarter i was my time to shine again, at least what was left of it.

The fourth quarter had been nothing short of chaotic, but in the best way possible. The team was buzzing, and the energy in the gym had only amplified as the game came to a close. With the game already in our hands, Coach let me take the court for the final 2 minutes, alongside Caroline, KK, Jana, and Allie. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as I jogged out onto the floor, ready to contribute in any way I could.

Caroline had just drained a three-pointer with 1:22 left, and the crowd erupted into cheers as our lead grew even more solid. There was a certain magic in the air. I could feel it, the weight of the moment. But as the final seconds ticked down, I was more focused on something deeper. Something personal.

My ex, every time I glanced at her, I felt a sense of resolve settle in my chest. She’d never thought I’d be here, playing on this stage, with a leading and trusting team. She thought I was weak, but now? Now I was stronger than I ever was with her.

The clock wound down. The energy in the gym was buzzing, everyone anticipating the final moments of the game. KK had the ball, and it was clear we were running down the clock. But instead of taking the last possession herself, she did something unexpected—she handed me the ball.

“All you, girl,” KK said, her eyes flicking over to me with a smirk. “Finish it out.”

I nodded, my fingers curling around the ball as I took control. The play was simple: run out the clock. But as I started to dribble, something else took over. My gaze locked with my ex’s across the court. The moment felt like it was frozen in time. She was looking at me, trying to project that same sense of power she once had over me, but I wasn’t the same girl who had left her a year ago. Not anymore.

I dribbled slowly, letting the seconds tick away. But I wasn’t just running out the clock; I was making a statement. My ex could keep trying to undermine me, but I wasn’t going to let her affect me anymore. I wasn’t some girl she could push around. I was here, at UConn, playing in a championship-caliber game. I was thriving, and she had nothing to do with that.

The crowd started to chant, the cheers growing louder with each second that passed. My eyes stayed locked on hers, unwavering. I could see the frustration building in her expression as she realized that she couldn’t touch me anymore, couldn’t control me.

With 22.6 seconds left, I kept dribbling. I stared her down. And just as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, I let the ball bounce a little more before gently passing it to the referee.

And just like that, the game was over.

We’d won, but more than that, I’d won. The girl who once doubted me, who tried to tear me down—she was nothing now. Because the only person who mattered was me.

And Paige. The girl who had been beside me every step of the way. The girl who made sure I knew that I was worth so much more than what my ex had ever made me believe.

As I turned to the bench, I saw Paige waiting for me with that look—soft and knowing. She’d seen it all. And without saying a word, she pulled me into a quick hug, her smile saying everything. We did this.

The energy on the bus was high. Azzi and KK were clowning Paige for her outburst, Ice was scrolling through Twitter looking at all the reactions, and CD… well, CD was trying really hard to pretend she hadn’t heard it.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I smirked. “Because you’re insane.”

She shrugged, a small grin tugging at her lips. “She started it.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t fight the warmth blooming in my chest. “Still. That was so unnecessary.”

Paige turned in her seat, eyes locking onto mine. “Nah,” she said seriously. “Nobody talks to you like that. Not on my watch.”

My stomach flipped, and before I could overthink it, I leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. Paige grinned, her hand immediately finding mine and lacing our fingers together.

“You love me,” she teased.

I scoffed. “I tolerate you.”

She gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Wow. After I just risked getting fined for unsportsmanlike conduct? This is crazy.”

I bit back a laugh, shaking my head. “You were wild for that.”

“Worth it.”

Before I could respond, CD’s voice cut through the chatter on the bus.

“Paige.”

I winced as Paige turned in her seat, facing CD, who was now standing right in front of us.

“You know I should be chewing you out for that little… exchange back there.” CD’s expression was stern, but there was something almost amused in her eyes.

Paige, to her credit, looked somewhat remorseful. “Yeah… my bad.”

CD let out a long-suffering sigh pinching the bridge of her nose, before shaking her head. “Just don’t make it a habit.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“No promises, though.” Paige muttered under her breath as CD had made it back to her seat. She nudged me. “She let me slide.”

I laughed, squeezing her hand. “She knew why you did it.”

Paige smirked. “Dawg mentality.”

I snorted, nudging her. “You wild for that, you know.”

Paige turned to me, expression softer now. “She shouldn’t have said that shit to you.”

I shook my head. “You didn’t have to—”

“Yes, I did,” Paige interrupted. Her voice was firm but gentle. “You don’t deserve that. And if she thought she was gonna talk crazy and get away with it? Nah. Not happenin. Especially not bout my girl.”

I smiled, leaning into her. “My hero.”

Paige smirked. “Always.”

I rested my head on her shoulder, exhaling as the adrenaline from the game finally started to wear off.

She kissed the top of my head, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I got you, ma.”

“I know, baby.” I say left my eyes flutter shut as we go back to the hotel.

The hotel room felt like a calm oasis after the chaos of the game, and I was grateful for it. The only sounds filling the space were the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the soft clicks of our shoes against the floor as we moved through the room.

Paige and I had just finished our game day recovery routine. She was lying back on the bed with a towel draped around her neck, still a little sweaty but relaxed now that the intensity of the game had worn off. I, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully pouring myself a glass of Cheribundi Tart cherry juice. It was part of my usual recovery routine — carefully concentrated with melatonin and magnesium, the perfect way to help my body unwind after such a grueling game.

Paige, curious as always, watched me pour the juice with an eyebrow raised.

“What’s that stuff?” she asked, scrunching her nose in curiosity.

I took a sip of my drink before looking at her. “It’s Cheribundi. Tart cherry juice. Helps with recovery and sleep. It’s part of my routine.”

“Let me try some,” she said, sitting up and leaning toward the glass.

I handed it over, and she took a hesitant sip, her face morphing into one of exaggerated disgust. “Whoa. That’s… strong.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I told you, it’s tart.”

She took another sip, this time cringing a little less. “Okay, I mean, I can get behind it, but only if there’s like… a bunch of sugar in it.”

“I wouldn’t recommend that,” I teased, taking another sip of my own drink.

She shook her head. “I’ll stick to my smoothies.”

I smiled and leaned back, feeling the warmth of the moment wash over me. For the first time in a long while, I realized just how healthy the love I had with Paige was. No drama. No chaos. Just simple, genuine affection and understanding. She supported me through everything, and I felt the same for her. I never knew it could feel this safe, this right.

After finishing our recovery routine, we both collapsed onto the bed, too tired to do much else. The lights were off, but we kept the TV on in the background.

Paige was flipping through the channels when she landed on SpongeBob SquarePants, a childhood favorite of both of ours. We exchanged a look, and I could tell Paige was about to make some smart remark about it, but instead, she just let out a little laugh.

“I can’t believe we’re watching SpongeBob,” she muttered, settling into the bed beside me.

“It’s a classic,” I said, chuckling. “Plus, we deserve a chill night.”

“Fair point,” she said, shifting so she was closer to me. “You’re right. This is what we need.”

As the TV played softly in the background, I grabbed my phone and opened Instagram. I took a quick photo of the screen��Paige and I both slumped in bed, half-watching, half-listening. I posted it to my spam story with a caption: Post-game recovery with my girl 💕 #tiredbuthappy and tagged Paige in it.

Paige grinned at me when she saw the post. “I can’t believe you just put that on your story.”

I smirked. “Hey, I’m documenting this beautiful moment of us bonding over SpongeBob. You should be honored.”

Paige rolled her eyes but didn’t seem bothered. She scooted even closer to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I’m honored, I guess.”

I smiled and rested my head on her shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. There was no place I’d rather be than right here, with her.

We spent the rest of the night laughing at the absurdity of SpongeBob’s antics, until my eyelids started to feel heavy. It was the kind of peace I hadn’t known before.

“Goodnight, ma,” Paige murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Night, babe,” I whispered back, feeling my body relax completely.

The screen flickered, the quiet hum of the show still in the background, but I was already starting to drift off to sleep, my body and mind finally at rest.

And as I fell asleep with Paige beside me, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[lovetei]

first off, thank you so much for all the work you do for the fandom! your writing is amazing!

someone has probably requested this already but i just wanna request for a soulmate-reincarnation au, if its okay? like, they were MC's lover in the past and MC died, so they've been waiting and looking for them to reincarnate since then (it's been thousands of years or so) and then RAD happened and then they realized that MC is who they've been waiting for. that's all, haha

you can pick if it has angst or fluff or smut, or which character/s it will have

thank you again for your contribution to the fandom, i hope you have a lovely day!

After all that deranged smut, I've come back from the dead with some fluff

Update: I'm on Lucifer's part and the Fluff I'm planning took a dark turn, fortunately

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Soulmate-reincarnation universe in where they've lost you and won't let it happen again

Warnings: Grammatical errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, Mentions of death, Mentions of trauma, gruesome death, slight gore, Angst, possessive behavior

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

He can still remember the day you escaped his grasps

The day you stepped in front of Father and begged him "No, not him please! Don't kick him our, I'm begging you!" You pleaded.

Yet, he can't do anything about it as he watch the angels pull you inside their father's room.

He waited outside, pacing around in circles hoping, praying to any being out there to keel you safe.

And when the guard let him in, it's almost as if he can breath freely

Not until he saw you, face planted on the white marble floor as you lay on top of your own pool of blood.

Wings ripped out and in his father's hands

His knees weakened as Father handed him your wings

"Remember them Lucifer, you destroyed them."

Is the last thing Father said before the floor beneath you cracked

"Lucifer..." You mumbled out with a smile as you each out for him with your bloody hands

That is before you fell and died

He can still remember every detail like he's watching a movie

He still can't forget you, he never will

That is until he was viewing the possible candidates for the exchange program and he came across your application

And all so suddenly, nothing is important anymore

That's what he was thinking as he burnt all the other application forms

He'll get you back

No matter what it takes.

MAMMON

The time where Father caught them rebelling against the heavens, he'll never forget it

Not because it was the day where he fell

But because it was the day he found out how cruel the kind can be

How the kind made him choose, "Save yourself or sacrifice for your love?" Father looked at him then looked at you

With a spear in his hand, he didn't expect what you did next.

Running to Father without a single drop of hesitation and plunging the spear to your heart

Plunging his spear to your heart

His eyes filled with hatred and regret, his body numb with pain can only drop to the ground

Before his screams echoed and shook the she realm

Screams of pain that will never subside, or so he thought

He found out about this exchange student plan

And he saw you, with a different face, with a different hair color

It doesn't matter

It's you

And maybe, he did pull some strings and a few tricks for you to be picked

But when he saw how your eyes softened when you look at him in a room full of other men

He didn't have any regrets

LEVIATHAN

You fought alongside them, beside him

Not because you support their ideology or anything

Just because he's there

He got hurt

And you swear you'll hunt down anyone who hurt him

And he'll do the same for you

So when he saw an arrow pierced your body and you fell

His wings lost its power and he fell with you

It was late when he realized what was happening and he flew as fast as he can to catch you

And he managed to before you landed straight to a flat rock near the shore

And so when he had you in his arms

He gently flew you down to the same rock and embraced your almost-lifeless body

Rocking you back and forth gently as if he was putting a child to sleep

And when you finally closed your eyes

He felt the last string of sanity snap and he looked up at the sky where the angels are fighting

And without a thought the warm and calm water was turned violent and drowned everything in its path

But sometimes, after the war, he would come back to the same shore

Where Mammon found him and informed him "They're back." He smirked at Leviathan

Of course, they are

He made sure to tell Lucifer he'll drown to death every other applicants they accepted until they admitted you.

And when he saw you standing there, frightened

He knew you can't remember him

But he's willing to take small steps with you until you remembered him again

SATAN

Like an idiot, he fell in love with you

After all the hard work his brothers put in his head, trying to tell him not to love a mortal

He didn't listen

He would sneak out of Devildom and would meet you in the forest where you built your own small home

Where he saw you age until you can't even get out of bed

The home in where he sat beside your bed as he read you your last book an dpromsied you that he'll be beside you for all eternity, waiting for you.

The home in where he buried you in the backyard and placed lovely flowers on top

He tried so hard to get over you

He tried so hard to ease the pain in his heart for thousands of years

Until one day, he can't hold it in anymore and came back to your home

The rain mixing with soil, staining his hands as he dugged your grave with his bare hands and was surprised when he didn't see your remains

And then when he came back to the house of lamentation

When Lucifer informed him about the program something came up in his head

With his hands still stained with soil and his clothes wet from the rain, he digged through the file of applicants and saw...

Saw no one that resembles you

Until Lucifer told him that they've already picked an applicant

And held out a paper with a picture that looks just like you

The smile that crept up his face was desperate yet filled with love

He snatched the paper away from his hands and went to his room

Dropping on his knees on the ground as soon as he entered the room

He hugged the piece of paper and said "It won't be long till you're back to me..."

ASMODEUS

People often thought of you as nothing, honestly

People thought that Asmo didn't even love you

Or that he managed to move on soon after you died

But that's not how he views it

He views your death as his death

He promised himself that you both will love each other like swans

And the moment you died, he was ready to die too

The way he remembers how your fresh blood dripped off his arms

The way he remembers himself pointing the dagger that killed you on his throat

The way he remembered you saying "Don't... I'll come back." as you gently held his face and placed your lips on his

That was the only reason he kept his life

And when he remembered this strange, suffocating hope when Lucifer mentioned the program

It took every strand of his patient to not dig through the files and look for you

Because he remembered how much you believed in destiny, he believed that's what made you beautiful

The way that you believe that if it's what the universe wants, it's what will happen

So he bit his cheek and clawed his palms

The moment he was walking in circles waiting for this student, his heart filled with hope that it was filling his lungs

The moment he saw you standing there, seemingly looking for something, someone

He instinctively said "I'm here... Love..." as he raised his hands, the blood from his fingers from biting his nails dripping down

And then he went numb

When he saw your eyes soften and be filled with love

Because he knew, even the universe wants you to be with him

In every life.

BEELZEBUB

You did your best, he knows it

Liliths death, he must admit, made him turn against Father and think about rebellion

But your death made him act on it

You begged Father to just give him and his brothers one more chance after disrespecting him

Father who said to accept it came up with one condition

And that's for your life

As soon as he over heard about ghat condition

He came out of his hiding and tried to attack father but you were held hostage

You were sitting on the marble floor with all the spears not pointed at the intruder, him, but to you, his most prized possession.

He can never forget how heavgy his heart is during that time

The way he can't even breath freely

"I was a fool..." Was what you said after you realized that even if you offered your life, Father will still kick them out.

And so you smiled at him "I will hold the virtues and give you some time to prepare..." then you opened your wings despite the spears piercing it.

"ESCAPE!" Was the last thing you said before you swung your wings and had the spears piercing their necks.

Then all he can remember is how him and his brothers managed to kill almost all the angels and archangels

But when they're about to enter the virtues domain, they stopped

And saw your head on the ground

The virtues praised you, saying how much love they felt as they fought with you

Now, it's still fresh on his mind

As soon as he saw you appear from the portal, unconscious

He was embracing your body as if wishing for you to remember him

BELPHEGOR

He was gone, he turned bat shit insane

People might think he's okay

But the brothers knew better

For the past thousand of years, there's not a single day where he didn't spoke your name

He's comparing you to every girl they tried to introduce to him, "MC was prettier", "MC was better" and more

It's time to establish his position even more, and he can do it the fast way by marrying a noble

But even after introducing all women, married or not, not him

His answer was only, "MC is the only one that can be my bride."

The council argued over this, MC is dead, they said

But Belphegor is not one to give up easily

During the meeting about this exact matter, he proposed a deal

"If you can fulfill my only condition, I promise to secure my position as the avatar of sloth and the guaranteed success of the exchange program."

Everyone's ears perked at his suggestion, naturally, they asked, what is this condition?

Then he simply held up a form containing your profile

"Bring my wife to Devildom."

[alt-zadr-b1tch3z]

ALT-ZADR-WEEK 2024

This event is inspired by the vintage culture of Invader Zim (1990s/2000s) and largely relates to fashion and media trends of that time. This year pays homage to that via the magic of alternate universes and the creativity of the fandom when exploring them. RULES: Must be 18+ to enter   Both written and drawn submissions may apply To submit applications, post to tumblr and tag your submission as @alt-zadr-b1tch3z​   Do not harass the Artists/Writers  It is the preference of the blog creator that you depict Zim and Dib as Adult versions of the original characters. However, underage iterations of Zim and Dib will be posted if the artwork meets the criteria of Disney shipping (cheek kisses, holding hands, exchanging gifts, hugging, Not Being Sexual) No depictions of Racism, Sexism, Pedophilia, Homophobia, Transphobia;  or anything else I think is deplorable will be reblogged. I personally will block you if you’re being disgusting or a bigot.

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[jacesvelaryons]

His Chosen Bride (Senator!Coriolanus Snow x Capitol Reader).

Chapter 1

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summary: senator coriolanus snow seems on top of the world with everything in his life ahead of him except for one thing. the perfect bride. in his pursuit, your life changes forever.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: thank you everyone for your patience as I prepared this!! i hope you all love it and show your support through likes, reblogs and especially comments of what you thought! i love hearing what my readers and other people in the fandom think about my work, so any of your thoughts would be appreciated.

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Upon his return to the Capitol, his reputation restored, wealth acquired from the Plinths who so generously named him the heir to their grand fortune, his path to power was paved for him and he knew he just had to take the strides to get to the prize. The Presidency.

Coriolanus Snow, scion of one of the oldest and most elite of bloodlines of the great Panem families was home, his shameful exile to District 12 remembered by no one and purged from the registry.

Enrolled in university and an apprentice gamemaker, he was eventually promoted to become Senior Gamemaker upon Dr. Gaul’s semi-retirement and her preparation to hand off the reins to her protégé. Her brain child whom she molded from the vestiges of his sorrow and pain, of his loss in the districts and what hardened him into the man he was now.

When he graduated with honours from the political science department, it was only a few months before he was elected in a landslide to become the youngest Senator in Panem’s history, relying on his contributions to the recent games, memories of his late parents to those of a certain age to secure his win.

He would have considered re-election for another term before advisors of his and other cabinet members of the old, sickly President Ravinstill were close to swearing their support but all echoed the same thing that he lacked, they said. It was not his youth, he was wise for his age they said, but he was not married. If he had a wife, they said - they would be on board for his presidential election. And it seemed that election would be sooner than later, even before his first term finished.

Coriolanus needed to find a wife, not just of good breeding, but of the most impeccable lineage, from among the most illustrious hundred or so families of Capitol society. It was a given it would be purely political and strategic, someone whom he could not love and open his heart to after his previous tragedy pursuing such.

The perfect bride. The search for the perfect companion, the woman whom he would call his wife, his future first lady, and mother of his heirs. The ideal woman who would bridge the gap between his dreams to make them a reality.

He could not just choose the first possible candidate recommended to him or that caught his eye, Coriolanus had to devise a thorough, multi-step testing process to find his perfect wife, his bride.

A rigorous procedure would be curated in finding her. Interviews, tests, exams, genealogical inquiries, fitness tests, and practice scenarios will be prompted from eligible candidates, already filtering through those only from the old, grand families upon application.

Digging through his family library into the latest edition handbook of noble and elite families of the Capitol’s upper class, the creme de la creme, ignoring recently disgraced clans, ones full of scandal and controversy, with plenty of illegitimate children, and extinct ones rotting in poverty nearly like his own had he not reversed their fortune.

He scheduled a meeting with his advisors and closest allies on creating the program, the selection process, examinations and interrogation, and how to make the announcement for the families of these eligible girls to put their names in, with their consent or not.

Coriolanus Snow was born from the upper echelon of society, and only deserved the best woman with whom he would continue his lineage with and hail his presidency with. No one had dared, rather self-important he could argue if he cared, to make as many girls clamour for his attention rather than to propose to a woman of his choice.

Just as he was about to put the book down and shut it closed, a name caught his attention. Yours. Your lineage, accomplishments, your etiquette were second to none, and he had to have you. At all costs. He would burn heaven and hell, but the question remains - would he win you over? Or will he have to force your hand no matter what?

Besides, he requires others to choose from, even if you are the most qualified. It would not do well for your ego to have the satisfaction you were chosen for. He wants you to want it, to beg for it, claim it and aspire to be one worthy to be by his side, motivated by the competition who would slit your throat and ruin your reputation for it.

And yet a lingering thought crept up his mind. He had brought life back into the Hunger Games, that was on its dying breath before his arrival, why not another? Everything is a game if you try hard enough.

…

A brightly lit room surrounded you as you grabbed a few more pieces of dandelions and baby’s breath bunches for your bouquet, in your floral arrangement lessons for the week. Under the watchful eye of your teacher, a premiere florist who is hired by the Capitol’s elite for the most fashionable and well-sought events every season.

Hailing from one of the oldest families among the Capitol’s blue bloods, your family may not be the wealthiest but definitely prosperous to be among them, yet your lineage is prominent even before Panem’s founding, the most ancient of them all.

In your family home’s perfectly manicured garden, you immerse yourself in the arrangement, something that would impress your teacher yet also something you would find pleasant in a vase by your study. No way would someone of your heritage be found associating with anything subpar.

After your studies at the Academy, your lessons and tutoring would never end, usually something different for each day. Piano, ballet, etiquette, floristry, household management, painting and so on.

As you gathered a crimson bow around the branches of your bouquet, you could hear murmurs among the uniformly dressed maids and servants around the stately home, as your mother jaunted towards you in her glossy designer heels.

“Yes, mother?” You greeted politely, observing the unreadable expression on your mother’s face.

She approached you carefully, gently taking your hands in her own, soft and having never experienced hardship.

“A great honour has been bestowed on you, daughter. A promising Senator has taken a liking to you, and wants you to be considered for his future bride.” Your mother smiles in celebration and pride, and your brows furrow in consternation.

“A Senator as old as father? A man old enough to be my grandfather-”

“Hush, darling. He is young, from a proper family of the elite family unlike those Plinths, new money scum. Senator Coriolanus Snow, the son of late General Crassus Snow and his wife Victoria Snow. He is only twenty four, I think you would like him.” She brushes your hair behind your ears, but you turn away from her, pushing her hands away.

“Twenty four, when I am eighteen?”

Your mother shrugs. “It is the way of the world I suppose. I was your age when I met your father. Eighteen and he was twenty one, a match fit for the sort like us.”

“You mentioned I was being considered but no outright proposal or courting has begun. What do you mean?”

She unveiled a large envelope she was holding behind her back, taking it out for you before a gold hued canvas invitation was unveiled.

Dear Y/N L/N and family, I hope this letter finds you well. As I have progressed through my career as a gamemaker and politician, it has been too long since I have navigated through life without a lifelong companion and wife.

You are a woman of unblemished character, accomplished in many ways, intelligent, well-bred and would fit the bill of what a man like me seeks in a future partner.

There is no guarantee that you must receive this invitation and accept, but rather that your name will be included in a pool of candidates to be considered. I hope that you and your family would view this as a position of honour, and even if you shall not be chosen, you will be compensated for your time and this shall only raise your standing in our society.

Please reply to the number and address attached below with your response, and I would be beholden and pleased to hear if you would put your name forward to possibly become my future First Lady.

Sincerely, Senator Coriolanus Snow

You could not believe it, the humiliation of not being asked directly for one’s hand in marriage but having to compete with other ladies of society and grovel for his attention.

“Are you and papa seriously making me do this? The Hunger Games to be someone’s wife and heir maker?!”

Your mother sighs, shaking her head as she crosses her arms. “You do not understand, child. I have heard of other elite families whose daughters, sisters, nieces such as the Heavensbees, the Cardews, Dovecotes, among a few have been invited and all have accepted. No one would even think to refuse a Snow!”

“But it is not guaranteed. How would I not be offended if he did not make a guaranteed offer but wants me to participate like I am in a beauty pageant. I have to close off even entertaining other suitors and I am not even assured that I will not be left dry and humiliated if I was not chosen.”

“Your grandmother was Miss Panem many years ago before the war and those rebels ruined everything, I am sure he will choose you. Even if he did not, any other unmarried peer of yours would scoop you up in no time, that if Snow perceived you as someone potential, they are from the cream of the crop.”

You sighed, putting down your shearing tools and your bunches of daisies and baby’s breath. You never liked roses.

“You have always aimed for the stars, daughter. Would you pass on an opportunity like this or be forgotten to the tombs of time?” Your mother suggests, walking over to you with a guiding hand on your shoulder. “Choose wisely if you want to make something of yourself, to not pass on opportunities like this.

Golden letter in hand, you stared intensely at the dark line above your name, signifying whether you would submit your name or not. With a bold stroke of your ink pen, you sign your fate and future away. I agree to participate.

Let the games begin.

His Chosen Bride Taglist:

(if your name is bolded, I put in your user but it didn't show up when prompted so I'm not sure if you got notified!) Please let me know if you'd like to be added and reminded every time I update.

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[utilitycaster]

Feel free to ignore if this is too controversial, but do you think there's a reason that C3 has so many "blorbo-centric morality" watchers?

I think it's some hideous mixture of actually interesting character concepts with the parasocial nature of APs/media and just fandom(s) overall seeming to do this, but I was curious if you had any specific thoughts on it

In short: because Bells Hells themselves have a blorbo-centered morality and so they are uniquely relatable to people who choose not to consider perspectives and emotional responses outside of their own. They have an appeal to those who do not extend empathy nor benefit of the doubt nor respect to anyone else, yet act affronted when others openly dislike this, and indeed, validate that. I think past parties at times attracted this kind of fan; however, it became hard to sustain. The people who believed Caleb or Beau were always right couldn’t sustain it when it became clear Caleb or Beau themselves would loathe them for that mentality (or when Caleb or Beau made choices they didn't like and the cognitive dissonance knocked them out), whereas a largely selfish party with a loud Us vs. Them contingent who never really face consequences appeals to well, a selfish sort of person who has an Us vs. Them mentality who thinks they should be above consequences.

I think the most recent episode demonstrates it admirably: Bells Hells come back to the forces of Vasselheim, without whom they would not have made it to Ruidus to scout, who are responsible for it being possible for them to reach Predathos with minimal interruption, and who gave them many gifts and resources, carrying a lethal weapon and telling them they plan to, essentially, ruin their lives. They then mock those same people whose trust they have betrayed. I don’t think this is universally true for the party but several of Bells Hells are, in the end, people who when given the opportunity for gentleness towards outsiders vs. petty cruelty will frequently pick the latter.

I had a very long post planned out tracing the growth of this mentality among terminally online young people but I think that would get tiresome so to keep it short: I think it’s a combination of the longtime internet practice of using identity politics as some sort of Uno Reverse Card while ignoring the diversity of opinions within identities + the idea of activism as identity rather than action (ie, identifying as a feminist or leftist does not mean everything you do and enjoy is feminist or leftist, and indeed, unless you take real-world actions that are feminist or leftist, you identifying as one does not make you one) + the pandemic briefly (and at the time correctly) validating a form of inaction as a virtue and people never moving past that mentality even though it was never universally true in the first place let alone still applicable + similarly a bunch of people now in their early to mid 20s not spending their nascent adulthood having people respond to them being entitled assholes or even just gently but firmly calling them out on their shit and therefore never learning how to act.

The articles in this post are also enlightening, namely, I think a lot of the most blorbo-centric morality types are white culturally Christian people who are really mad that, as this post states, you can’t just point at one POC or non-Christian who validates your position when many of those people in the fandom find the messages of this campaign to be muddled at best; and who get really offended whenever this gets pointed out, for the reasons outlined in the articles. You also see this with a lot of the people who identify very strongly with Ashton and who remark on how if you dislike Ashton you probably would dislike them. This is true. Why do you think random strangers are obligated to like you? Have you done anything to be worth liking? But Bells Hells is a narrative of people whom random strangers are obligated to like so that the plot keeps happening. It is, as this post states, a story about ignoring the wants of the collective in favor of those of yourself. Bells Hells and especially fans do this while simultaneously mocking anyone else for showing a scrap of self-interest (or even, frankly, altruism or empathy towards someone they have decided is The Bad Guy; I think we've crossed a point of no return recently with someone outright mocking another person's post about their personal experiences with colonialism as a tool to quash religion) - a profound "rules for thee and not for me" moral hypocrisy. Bells Hells themselves have a blorbo-centric morality, and those are the fans they attract.

[catboygirljoker]

i have my beef with the kh wiki (as i imagine i would with any fan wiki, its not unique to this one) but i gotta be real this is a W. "entelechy" rules as a piece of unofficial fan terminology. in a universe where there are thematically meaningful distinctions between humans and non-humans in some cases (e.g. human Lea vs Nobody Axel) but not others (e.g. human Sora vs duck Donald), there needs to be a term defined oppositionally to "Nobody" and "Heartless" but not "duck" or "mouse".

the fandom has often used "Somebody" in the context of Nobodies, e.g. Lea's Nobody is Axel, Axel's "Somebody" is Lea, but this term 1. is kinda cutesy and on the nose for my tastes and 2. has limited applicability. like, how do you describe the relationship between Terra-Xehanort and Ansem, then? Terra-Xehanort can't be Ansem's "Somebody" in that case, too.

"entelechy" is a bit of a mouthful, but this is a game that throws around terms like "Recusant's Sigil" and names like "Terra-Xehanort" so pulling an obscure philosophical term for this purpose makes a lot of sense to me. also "entelechy" is just a fun word to say imo. (it's pronounced en-TEL-ih-key—oh look, Key!)

[sirhamburrger]

welcome to… kai’s cat café! - 150 followers event

come one, come all to the newest café in town! d'you know what's better than the coffee and pastries they serve? the cats!! and even better than that - the wonderful owner kai who's more than happy to serve you today! || cat divider by @mewryn

the counter is currently closed.

➼ check here to see your order's progress!

number one: put in your drink order! (tropes)

➼ espresso: enemies/rivals to lovers ➼ affogato: meet-cute ➼ macchiato: meet-ugly ➼ english breakfast: exes to lovers ➼ earl grey: friends to lovers ➼ (jasmine) green tea: domestic fluff (with your little kiddos!!) ➼ peppermint tea: sickfic

and why not pick out a book from the café's mini library to go with that, if you’d like? (for a high school third-year/university setting, where applicable)

number two: your desired sugar level! (genre of fic)

➼ 100%: fluff ➼ 75%: crack ➼ 50%: hurt/comfort ➼ 0%: pure, raw angst (you sure? it’s not too late to turn back…)

number three: pick out your food item! (format)

➼ croissant: drabble/oneshot (400-800 words) ➼ cookies: headcanons (max five characters) ➼ muffin: smaushot (max three characters)

number four: secret menu items (more specific requests, or additional specifications)

craving any items that might not be on the menu? try me - i'm sure i can get that for you! any allergies? thanks, i'll take note! (i'm willing to write suggestive content, but no nsfw reqs please)

finally, who’s the lucky ducky you’re dining with today? let us know! you seem like a cute couple…

➼ specify if fem!reader or gn!reader ➼ pick a character from hq, bllk, jjk or mashle, and remember:     ➼ up to five characters for headcanons (from same fandom)     ➼ up to three characters for smau (from same fandom)

but before you put a name down, please see…

the wall of shame: banned customers (sorry i just don’t like some of them :(((( )

➼ eita otoya (had a messy breakup over a cheating incident. while kai took their order.) ➼ toji fushiguro (did the ol’ ‘dine and dash’) ➼ mei mei (i think we all know why…) ➼ ryoh grantz (used flash photography on the kitties) ➼ and any other side characters established by fandom to have little to no basis for characterisation

made your choice? order up at the counter, and another reminder to check here to see your order's progress! do be patient, and i hope you enjoy!

a message from the café owner:

the past five months on tumblr have been amazing, and i've really managed to challenge myself to create more. i cannot thank every single one of you enough for 150 followers! thank you to my lovely irls, my beloved mutuals, and my dear readers! you are what keeps me going <3 ~ xoxo kai

© sirhamburrger || [general m.list]

[ao3-shenanigans]

Do you have any tips on tagging fics on AO3? What are the sorts of things that are most important to tag? I’m kinda new to posting and I’m not entirely sure how to tag my works.

Hi! Good question!

When you post a fic, ao3 should prompt you to fill in the most important ones: Rating, Archive Warnings, Fandom(s), as well as Characters and Relationships if applicable. The first four are required and you can’t post without them. The last two are highly encouraged.

After that it’ll give you a section for “Additional Tags” , that’s the section that is up to your choosing. You could leave it blank, but if most authors provide more specific information about their fics in that section, such as if it is an AU (alternate universe) like a Fantasy AU or a Coffee Shop AU or a type of paring that needs some more specific information than just Name/Other Name, such as a Queerplatonic relationship, or a relationship that is toxic or abusive. If there is sex in the fic, is it fade to black or explicit and if so, of what nature is the sex? Is there angst or comfort? Is the ending happy? Sad? Ambiguous? Again, it’s 100% optional after the required tags but a common practice to help give readers a better idea of what they’re looking for.

Some fics have a few additional tags, and some (usually longer ones) have more! It really depends on what you feel it’s important for your readers to know getting into your fic

Here’s an example of a fic with a short tag list, and one with more! Both are excellent works of fiction!

Below is linked Ao3’s FAQ about tags, what they mean, and how to use them if you have more questions!

[sasheneskywalker]

dc fic summaries i have in my drafts

(the fics are in various stages of completion, but i plan to finish them all)

demolition lovers [jason/tim]

The last time Tim saw Jason Todd, the man had brutally beaten him up and stabbed him in the chest with a batarang. He hadn't heard anything about him since Dick and Damian helped Red Hood rescue his sidekick, so Tim put him out of his mind, focusing on more important issues.

But a chance encounter in another country makes him realize that he and Jason are working on the same case and when the fate of the world seems to rest on their shoulders, they are forced to team up, racing against time to solve what might just be the most dangerous mystery in their careers yet.

triangles are the strongest shape [tim/kon/bernard]

Tim comes out to his friends and tells them he has a boyfriend. Kon mopes over ice cream like a moody preteen girl. Bernard eyes his boyfriend’s hunky best friend contemplatively

three for a wedding [jason/tim/roy]

While on a mission Jason and Roy touch a strange artifact that forces them to get married or risk dying painfully. It wouldn’t be a problem except Jason is secretly dating Tim and Roy has been pining after his best friend for ages.

baby, i'm an outlaw [jason/helena]

They woke up together in an unfamiliar bed, with no memories of who they were and no idea how they ended up in this situation.

Then there was the dead body lying in the corner of the room.

Or, Jason and Helena go on a road trip, kill some people, and fall in love along the way.

practical application [jason-centric]

Five times Columbia University students are surprised by Jason Todd’s skills and one time they find out how he acquired them

author’s notes [jason-centric]

Jason writes fanfiction. It's not that big of a deal, but some people apparently disagree.

Or, how gargoylejay becomes a fandom sensation.

ouroboros [jason-centric]

Jason knows the circle cannot be broken. Yet he never stops trying anyway.

keep your enemies closer [tim-centric]

Five times Tim calls on unexpected allies for help and one time he doesn’t have to.

fourth-wall observer [tim-centric]

Ever since Tim was a child, something about the universe felt off to him.

It wasn’t until he started reading books and watching TV that he realized that the world he was living in functioned in a disturbingly similar manner to those that were fictional. It was ruled by certain patterns, tropes, as he called them, and he could use his knowledge of them to uncover the past, understand the present and predict the future.

Or, Tim Drake and dealing with the fact that your existence and reality are just figments of someone else’s imagination.

The Dark Dame [bruce-centric]

When Bryce was first designing her vigilante costume, she decided to leave the official name of her persona in the hands of the public. She expected something relating to the darkness, the night, the shadows that seemingly enveloped her entire being while she fought criminals in the streets. So the first time she heard the moniker “Batman” in reference to herself, she was quite taken aback. Both because people apparently thought that her suit resembled an anthropomorphic bat and that she was a man.

wheel of fortune [oc-centric]

A bored college student finds herself in the DC universe and decides to have some fun. It turns out that you can achieve a lot when you own one of the most powerful artifacts in the world.

[miafeystits]

re: that last poll i reblogged, one of the reasons i find both mpreg & a/b/o fic kind of morbidly fascinating after many years in fandom (despite not liking either) is how these kinds of fic often function as a way of mapping the tropes and gender dynamics of cis/heterosexual romance onto (almost always cis) m/m stories without going so far as to gender-swap either character

like, this is pretty obvious with mpreg centered on cis men, which is often just the application of common pregnancy-related romance tropes to cis m/m couples (note: im excluding depictions of trans masc pregnancy from my discussion here because i just think its a separate convo with its own nuances, and because i think much of the fic im describing here generally draws from ideas about cis men & women without much consideration for transness). however its ESPECIALLY apparent if you look at common a/b/o tropes in m/m fic. namely, the fact that an a/b/o universe is generally a world in which irl gender essentialism and the resulting sexual power dynamics between (cis) men and (cis) women are able to be applied to relationships exclusively between cis men-- with one partner being dominant, often physically stronger and aggressive, and socially privileged for this (perceived or real) biological superiority, and the other partner (who is generally the one able to bear children) being sexually submissive, weaker, and thus socially disadvantaged or oppressed as a consequence.

furthermore, something EXTRA interesting to me is that in this type of fic these power dynamics are very frequently not just social constructs (the way they are in real life-- pls dont misunderstand me and think im saying women are inherently biologically submissive to men irl or something), but rather almost always depicted as a biological reality within the world of the story. this type of au (at least in m/m dominated circles) offers a way of exploring and depicting what are basically misogynistic tropes without ever naming it as misogyny or involving women at any point. and i'm not trying to make a moral judgement here--i just genuinely find it very interesting that one of the main ways that misogynistic sexual dynamics (and, frequently, the violence resulting from such dynamics) gets explored in fandom spaces is through the development of an alternate biological and social reality in which cis men experience a mirror of those power dynamics, often turned up to 11 via in-universe biological essentialism. it strikes me as a way to engage with irl misogyny and its role within relationships with a certain amount of emotional distance, for better or worse. on one hand, it might be used to explore this imbalance of power without ever needing to depict misogynistic violence happening to female characters, but on the other hand also often offers a way to engage with romantic tropes steeped in irl gender essentialism in a way that is justified within the fiction of the universe and therefore do not need to be considered as critically

now i dont think this alone justifies this trope's existence or popularity (i'm sure a large part of its popularity is people just thinking it's hot tbh, which is fine im not here to judge), and honestly i'm not interested in litigating the question of why people write or read this trope in the first place, but i AM continually fascinated by the degree to which heteronormativity is able to influence what are ostensibly depictions of queer relationships

[read-write-thrive]

soooo have we talked about how Niko doesn’t just Grow Up to be this character but is The Principal aka a non-human entity (I assume??) working for the afterlife ???? like how does one get that gig ?? is there an application process that younger her nailed and she grew up in this outside of time type thing ? did she grow up in the astral plane where we see her with Litty and Kingham ? did she get to take refuge in any of the other planes that exist in this universe (we know of hell and the lost and found department, but also the sandman canon and the more extended universe with realms like the dreaming) ?? how did time work for her???

im imagining the Lost and Found department existing outside of time from the mortal realm, so she could’ve grown up elsewhere (in whatever realms she got to trying to get home? hopefully not stuck in the artic-type place but maybe) and then when it came time for her to pass on Death goes “actually I have a job for you” since Niko has all this extra planar/different realms experience AND has these connections with the dead boy detectives (who I think Death has a soft spot for/knew needed someone to protect them) and then she’s the Principal ! which sets her outside of time (making her relatively immortal if that wasn’t already part of the job description) and allows for the time fuckery that has her as the Principal at the same time that she’s on this other plane with the sprites,,,

idk I just think we as a fandom could explore more of her having Adventures as part of her growing up in the time between younger her with the sprites and older her as the Principal, plus I think we could dive into how the Lost and Found Department works as a whole (are there other afterlife departments ? there must be, otherwise it wouldn’t be called a department, right?? is there an equivalent for adults? non-humans? beings from these other realms? I assume Death does the judging without a whole department behind her but idk maybe there’s more to it, especially if there’s more involved than the Christian esque set up we have here)

also omg Niko recognising the boys and assigning the Night Nurse to be in charge of them not only to settle the hell or not dispute (aka protect Edwin from ever having to go back to hell) but to also help them on cases 😭 she’s still looking out for her friends I will Cry oml