#thundercats fanfiction

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

Incorrect ThunderCats 2011 Quotes

Tygra and Alex ~ OC

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Alex: You know what your problem is, you’re really cute but no one has ever told you to shut your pie hole

Tygra: You think I’m cute 😏

Alex: 😳

Alex: SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE 😡

[harrierttv]

You cannot know how excited I am for the season finale of Hireath!!

@allurasgrace

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Thundercats (2011)

Sample Size: 77 stories

Source: AO3

[kittykat299]

considering posting my highly unhinged Thundercats (1985) headcanons to lay out some ideas for fanfics I plan on writing. these will be highly controversial (if anyone actually reads them). A lot of this is conjecture and guesswork as much of the worldbuilding in the show is quite hollow. I will remake it in my own image.

I have never watched 2011 Thundercats and I have no interest in doing so. I have never read the comics and have no interest in doing so. this is entirely speculation based on things that occur within the 1985 cartoon

[rex-omnium]

Paramount (1)

“You said,” Tygra growled, accusatorily, “there’d be other cats here. We’ve been walking for days, and I am not seeing anything even resembling any sign of civilization. I think that fish was yanking your chain. And you believed him!”

“Yeah, well, it isn’t like I had much choice! We needed some sort of direction, after–”

“After all of that. Yeah, as much as I hate to say it, you’re right. They need…hope.”

“We all do.” Lion-O shook his head, scowling.

“Look. If we don’t find anything soon, we can make camp for the night. It’s not like we haven’t roughed it before.”

“We’ll find something soon. I feel it.”

“What you’re feeling is relentless optimism. Never will get how you keep that going.”

A crack sounded above them, and both cats froze where they were standing. All was silent and still for a moment, the quiet broken only by a single leaf drifting through the air, inches in front of them. It was a normal enough thing, ordinary for so thick a forest, and yet in the dead silence, it was ominous. A rasping sound came from the branches above, a rustling, and then silence. When Lion-O looked up, whatever had been moving above them was long, long gone.

“Well,” Lion-O said, grimly, “look at the bright side. Now we know we’re not alone. We should meet up with the others. I suddenly don’t feel so good about it being…well. Just us.”

– “You,” Cheetara drawled, “look like you’ve seen a ghost. What happened out there? It’s been silence for us, not even any prey. These woods are…”

“Creepy?”

“Sacrosanct in some way. It feels like we shouldn’t be here. Maybe everything else got the message sooner than we did, not to mention the cold. I’d wonder why anyone would want to settle somewhere so…hostile to life.”

“It’s the quiet, mostly,” a voice sounded from above them. Snow fell as the figure shifted their footing, crouching. Though a thick cloak covered their form, the bushy tail that flicked behind them was unmistakably that of a cat.

“Sorry for breaking your solitude,” Tygra snarked, “would you rather we left, or?”

“Who says it’s solitude?” The cat’s glasses glinted in the light as he tilted his head, and as the wind shifted, it was easy to catch sight of a thick, striped coat under his thick cloak. Of course he was comfortable in this weather–he was as well suited to it as Cheetara or Lion-O were to the warmer climate back in Thundera.

“If we’re done standin’ around? Don’t mean to be rude, kid, but if you have a warm place to stay, we’d be more than happy to talk about this…inside. My mechanics get a little fucky in the cold.”

“Right, yes, of course. Anything for…” he looked over the group, expression unplaceable, “my king and his entourage. Well. If I’d known it was all of you, I might have revealed myself sooner.” The cat dropped from his position in the tree, landing in a low bow. With a flick of his bushy tail–cream tabby–he began setting off through the trees.

“So, what, you’ve been stalking us for hours?” Lion-O asked, quickly catching up to the cat.

“Days. You all have a bad habit of not looking up, as far as I can tell.”

“Or you’re good at what you do.”

“Oh, my lordship. Careful with that. Flattery will get you everywhere. Name’s Norsk, by the way.”

“Norsk. Nice to make your acquaintance. I can’t believe it, we missed what was right in front of–actually, no, you know what? That…makes a lot of sense, actually.”

“Don’t get too sore about it. Look on the brighter side,” Norsk smiled, doffing his hood and shaking off some snow, “I’m here now. What brought you into these woods, anyway?”

“Lack of better options,” Tygra called from the back, only to whuff out air as he clearly got body-checked by Cheetara.

“Good to know I’m better than nothing! Well, reasons aside, I’m actually happy to have you. Pallas is nice, but she’s…”

“Pallas?” Panthro interrupted, jogging to catch up with the group.

“Yeah! Little old cat, about yea-high? Stripes here and here?”

“I–huh.”

“Someone you know?”

“My old lieutenant. Of all the people to find out here–”

“Oh,” Norsk smiled, somewhat deviously, tail flicking, “this will be fun. You’re the General Panthro, then? The things she’s had to say about you!”

“Oh, stars above. Do I want to know?”

“Oh, it’s all good things, I promise. Mostly lamenting that you were never single long enough for her to sink her claws into you.”

“Never single? I was always single.”

“Then she read something between you and Grune very wrong. She’ll be so happy to hear that.“ Norsk smirked, with a self-satisfied flick of his tail, even as Panthro’s face fell.

The dirt floor of the forest gave way to rougher packed earth, and then to stone bricks, the trees thinning out. Before the group stood a hut, pressed tightly to the wall of what had to have been some sort of temple, once upon a time. Snow was settled on everything, though warm light poured from the door of the hut.

"Pallas!” Norsk called, breaking the silence, “we’ve got visitors! Other cats!”

“If you’re pulling my leg, I’m pulling yours off!”

“How little,” Norsk said, gesturing for the others to approach, “you think of me.”

The cat that greeted them at the door was small in stature, barely coming to Norsk’s waist, and older than any cat had a right to be. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, all business, but her ears flicked up with excitement as she saw the other cats.

“Finally you earn your keep,” she smirked, giving Norsk a firm pat on the back, “after being out for days, I wondered what you’d drag in.”

“I always bring home something,” Norsk objected.

“I don’t need another rat-hide gift, you little idiot. Oh, but where are my manners? Pallas, of the Thunderan army,” she said, gesturing for the cats to come inside, “Panthro, I’d recognize you anywhere. And the rest…?”

“Pallas, we should get them in, out of the cold. Introductions can wait. I’ve spent seven of my nine lives, and I’m not about to waste any of this one making strangers freeze their tails off.” Norsk gently pushed the old woman aside, giving the others room to enter the hut.

“I think it may be too late for some of them,” Pallas noted, openly watching Panthro walk past, eyes firmly on the much taller cat’s rear. Norsk put a hand on the top of her head, turning it so she was forced to look away.

The hut was small, cramped with so many bodies inside, but with the door shut firmly, it was at least warm. Lion-O surveyed the surroundings, finding them to be an odd mis-match of spartan and elaborately decorated. Looking at the two cats in front of him, he could almost figure out why. Pallas held herself with military bearing, and the sheer organization of the place could likely be credited to her rigid influence. He’d seen the same kind of attitude from Panthro, even though the general had loosened up in recent days–the Thunderan army had been taught efficiency, and some cats held onto it as a code and creed.

Norsk, meanwhile, had been inside for a total of two minutes and was already fiddling with rank-smelling pots that seemed to contain thick, nearly-black dyes and loops of fibre. He looked at Lion-O for a moment, sizing him up, and nodded as he removed carefully coiled yarn from one of the pots and hung it on a hook to dry. It was a rich blue, he found as the excess water dripped off of it. That done, the cat grabbed a drop spindle and a bundle of loose fibre, and settled in to watch the others. The woven and knitted things here could be attributed to him, then–Lion-O couldn’t exactly see Pallas taking up crochet.

“Introductions,” Norsk reminded the other cats as they settled in, “if you’re going to be staying–and we’re happy if you do–it’d hardly be proper for us to not know your names.”

“Lion-O,” Lion-O piped up, when the others deferred, and gestured to each in turn, “General Panthro, but you knew that. Tygra. The cleric Cheetara. Wilykat and Wilykit. And, of course, Snarf. I gotta ask–how did you two survive the Fall of Thundera? So few cats did…”

“Call it the virtue of being out of the way,” Pallas said, setting a pot over the fire to heat up, “I’ve been holed up here for a few years now, after my…retirement.”

“She means she defected, and she’s been an outlaw since. I hope you’re not still serving warrants at this moment in time?”

“She can have a pardon,” Lion-O said haltingly, somewhat dumbfounded, “and what about you? How did you live through that?”

“Oh,” Norsk dropped his spindle, meeting Lion-O’s eyes levelly, “I didn’t.”

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[z-h-i-e]

*shows up late and lounges on an empty couch at the party* Hey kids, who here wants to hear Auntie Zhie tell stories about list servs, irc, and the times I tracked down famous people via email in college just to chat and they did because it wasn't creepy yet.

Someday, I'm just going to remake my website like the old days but with all the stuff now--no tags, limited knowledge on which characters will be encountered--the choose your own adventure equivalent of a fanfiction archive. It will be chaos, but it will be beautiful chaos. Kind of like those museum cabinets from the old days where, yeah, we've got all this fantastic stuff, none of it is labeled, but just LOOK at how cool it is.

I miss those days. We were just happy to find each other and exist. We built things together instead of tearing down what others built. Those were good times.

full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

[pagingdrmusic]

Mumm Ra x Freezing Moon by AlexRichardon

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

Tygra: *says something or suggests something stupid*

Alex:

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Thundercats (1985)

Sample Size: 122 stories

Source: AO3

[rex-omnium]

Paramount (2)

The silence that settled over the room was deafening, and a tension settled in the air that made the whole atmosphere feel brittle, as though any movement would shatter it like glass. Lion-O’s eyes narrowed as distrust bubbled up, but if the other cat noticed it, he didn’t particularly seem to care.

“Should we ask–” Tygra started, and then broke off, hand almost at his whip.

“You in with Mumm-Ra?” Panthro asked bluntly, since no one else seemed willing.

“What? No. I knew a witch. There’s more magic to the world than just the darker kind, you know. He dragged me to the nearest temple and set about hauling my soul back from the otherworld. That temple happened to be here, which is where I met Pallas.”

“And your witch?” Panthro asked warily.

“Left as soon as the snow broke. I say I knew him for a reason–I came back. He didn’t think I came back right. When someone’s string of fate is cut, as far as he tells it, you can’t get it back wholesale. It returns frayed, different. I made a little journey around third-earth, trying to figure myself out, but I always came home to Pallas,” he reached over, laying a hand on the older cat’s shoulder, “when I heard you lot were coming up to see us–well. Who could turn down an opportunity to see the King of Thundera in the flesh?”

“Touching,” Lion-O deadpanned, “you understand if we still find this…unsettling?”

“I understand,” Norsk nodded, “but I’m hoping it won’t keep you from letting me join you.” Lion-O looked to the others, a little shocked. Wilykit seemed perfectly at ease, Wilykat seemed fixated on the drop spindle’s movements, and Cheetara’s expression was implacable. There was something going on, there–she slipped her hand into Tygra’s, and both seemed to drop a little tension in their shoulders. Panthro, while wary, was seemingly just trying to ignore the elderly cat lady who’d gotten vaguely in his personal space. Only Lion-O was wary, then. His own paranoia was working against him. He forced the tension from his shoulders, taking a deep breath.

“Why would you want to join us, Norsk?”

“There’s more for me to see out there, more pieces I haven’t put back together. Being in the room with other cats…it helps. And if I don’t, you’re going to get caught in a snowstorm and die. That’s a factor.” He picked up the dried blue yarn, a set of needles, and began clicking away with them with seemingly no cares in the world.

“He won’t have a home to return to either, soon,” Pallas said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

“You’re kicking him out?” Wilykit asked, tilting her head.

“She’s dying,” Cheetara intuited.

“I’d rather be alone when I do,” Pallas nodded, “Ignoble to die in any way but battle. I’m going to leave my spirit to guard the temple here, if I’ve got any say in it, but I don’t want company.”

“And who am I,” Norsk said tensely, looking away, “to deny an old woman her wishes.”

“You want to come with us,” Lion-O circled back, for lack of better options, “it’s not easy travel. We’ve got a despot to take down, we’re on a clock–there won’t be time for any of…this.” He gestured to the tapestries on the walls.

“I’ll assume that wasn’t meant to sound shitty,” Norsk raised an eyebrow, “but…you’re looking to take down a tyrant. What after? Thundera subsisted as an empire through the subjugation of other populations–infrastructure. If you’re a better king than your father, you’ll put the imperialism aside, but even then–who makes your clothes? Who grows your grain? Who builds your buildings–do you have architectural sense? Thundera was beautiful and strong because our people valued strength and beauty. You’re a tactician, a wartime king, but what are you going to do when it’s time for peace and no one’s there to darn your socks?”

“I–huh.” Lion-O paused, taking all of that in.

“Valuable enough yet?” Norsk asked, looking at Lion-O over his glasses.

“I…”

“Yes,” Tygra cut in, “he means to say yes.”

Settling in for the night was a chore as the wind outside howled its mournful song, and it ended up happening that Lion-O was tucked into one corner by the hearth, Norsk perched in the rafters above him. The others had long since fallen asleep, Panthro snoring loudly enough to shake the small hut. Norsk looked down at Lion-O with watchful eyes, and Lion-O found he had a hard time meeting his gaze.

“I died once too,” Lion-O spoke, softly enough that he wasn’t sure of the other cat could hear him, “and I nearly sold my soul to come back.”

“You look good for someone soulless.”

“I got it back!” Lion-O sputtered, then clamped a hand over his mouth for fear of being too loud. Norsk gave him a small smile and hopped down from the rafters, landing almost too close for comfort. His back was to the fire, so he was only the suggestion of a silhouette, but Lion-O could still feel those wide amber eyes on him.

“You got it back,” Norsk said, “go on?”

“It was seen as proof of my devotion to my people, that I was willing to sell it at all. So they didn’t take it, and…here I am.”

“A second chance at life?”

“And I still feel like I’m wasting it,” he said wryly.

“I think you’re on a noble quest. Anything you believe in isn’t a waste.”

“What do you believe in, Norsk?” Lion-O asked, feeling strangely warm for reasons he didn’t quite understand.

“Finding myself. And I’ve got a quest too,” he smiled, “I had friends before coming here. Doon, my witch. Scraps. She’s good at paper magic. The three of us…we were good together. Scraps wants me to figure out how to make silk for her magic, so she doesn’t have to use paper, and Doon volunteered to help figure out the arcane theory behind it. Even though Doon won’t have me right now…I want to bring something back to them.”

“Silk?”

“Silk.” Norsk set down his knitting and leaned forward, sliding a finger under one of Lion-O’s pauldron in order to touch the thin but sturdy chemise he wore under it.

Lion-O stilled, heart hammering away even when Norsk pulled back. His eyes stayed on the other cat’s hand, the sharp claws glinting in the low light. His mouth went dry, and Lion-O started questioning some things very quickly.

“You should sleep,” Norsk said, seemingly oblivious, “we’ll want to set out before the morning sun turns the snow to slush.” He hopped back up to the rafters, and Lion-O fell into a fitful sort of sleep, putting away any new questions he had.

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[thatspookyagent]

Dating Heimdall (Black!GN!Reader) would include...

Warnings: Typical assholery and bastard behaviour lmao otherwise none

a/n: First time writing for a video game franchise and I hope that y’all enjoy this! Heimdall is easily my favorite GOW character besides Freyr and Angrboda. There’s not much fanfiction out there for GOW: Ragnarok right now, let alone for Heimdall, and like none for a Black!Reader specifically. So this is me PUTTING that content out there in the void for someone to find, read, and share! Side note: I am yet again writing Black!Reader headcanons with a darker skinned!reader and 4 type hair!reader in mind unapologetically. <3

If you want to be tagged in any of my content, don’t be afraid to tell me via my ask box or through messages! Just remember to be clear about what specific kinds of content, characters, and fandoms you want me to tag you in or if you want to be put on my general tag list! I’m always looking to add more people and I’d be more than happy to add you (if you wish)! :3

If you were to describe Heimdall with just one word it would aggy lmfao

No really, he makes you want to kick both his ass and those grills in his teeth all the way to the Light of Alfheim

But regardless you fell for him because Reasons™

When you reflect upon why and how you did so, you can’t really come up with a definitive singular answer

Maybe it's because he treats you differently especially when it comes to teasing 

It’s more playful than brutal like he is with others and it gives you boy who pulled your hair back in kindergarten cause he secretly likes you vibes

Whenever Heimdall does tease you, his body language is different as well

Less condensing and try me and more goading and trying to vy for your attention kinda thing

That and he smiles relentless while he does it, like a genuine heartwarming smile not I’ll eat your kids and your pets smile

Just imagine him walking backwards slowly on his heels while swinging his arms and bringing them forward occasionally to make a soft clapping sound

He’s poking fun at you tripping earlier and thinking that nobody saw you when he absolutely did

Your comeback is to ask him why he was staring at you in the first place

He replies with “I just liked what I saw.”

You jab back with "If I only liked what I see now back."

That’s another reason why he really likes you, you always have a comeback to his remarks when most don’t

You really don’t take his comments lying down and actively engage in fun spirited banter with him whether you're starting or finishing it

While others shy away from it and avoid that man like the PLAGUE

To be fair his demeanor and vibe with you is MUCH less hostile with others so nobody wanting to be around him is very understandable lmao

Even then when there’s moments were Heimdall steps outta line (and there are), you don’t hesitate to push back and check him

He NEEDS a s/o who can do that cause otherwise Heimdall won’t read, understand, or internalize boundaries and will eventually continue to keep going

Those moments where you check him are usually answered by long periods of silence from Heimdall or curt nods, he knows your limits, and chooses to respect them

Partly because you do the same with him, which for you is mainly out of respect, and cause you like him

On another note, Gulltoppr is y’all’s child I said what I said

You were deathly scared of them at first cause who the hell smuggled a whole ThunderCat into Asgard hELLO???

But after awhile you warmed up to the battle cat since Gulltoppr can see just how much Heimdall cares for you and if you’re good enough for Heimdall, you’re good enough for them

Heimdall often scolds you for feeding Gulltoppr apples and cheese a lot but you also scold Heimdall for not giving enough treats to them cause how else do you remind them that they’re doing a good job protecting Asgard???

When he’s not looking you like to give Gulltoppr head pats and belly rubs cause they do NOT get enough of those in their life

You’ve managed to persuade Heimdall to snuggle with you and Gulltoppr while he reads on his breaks and you bet that there’s even more cheese and apples involved in that

Now onto some stuff that’s more Black!Reader specific-

This man is a bit OBSESSED with your hair don’t @ me !!!

If your hair is longer, especially long enough to be in box braids or have extensions in, he will be in total and complete awe at them

Catch him staring at your hair whenever you’re in the Asgardian mess hall together

At some point the staring gets so frequent that you sorta call him out on it and he’ll just...freeze

Later on when you two are more alone he’ll go “So...how does THAT work?” and motion towards your head

Sure Heimdall braids his own hair from time to time but his braids are different in many ways

Speaking of Heimdall and braids, you bet your ass you braid his hair stop playin !!!

You’re kind of a whizz at it and he doesn’t let ANYONE touch his scalp so you’re fumbling with a gold mine here

Heimdall only trusts you to mess around with his golden locs and will only really allow you to see him with his hair down OR messy

Speaking of hair down, he’s down for you to do or help him in his hair care routine lmao

Washing it, brushing it, putting some kind of good smelling product in it, you name it

Also if you leave your hair care products just lying around he WILL sniff and try them out

SO if you’ve got some expensive stuff that’s really for your hair type usage only, you better hide it better next time

For revenge you can put his hair in cornrows and then watch it fall out the next day sksksk

Now back to your hair, even if you hair is short or you use wigs, he will still be intrigued by it

Imagine Heimdall being dumbfounded at your waves like WHy is the ocean on your head and HOw?

He will return the hair care time favour and learn how to take care of your hair if you wish

Will steal your bonnets, durags, and head scarves BEWARE

He claims that it was just “lying around” and that he needs to protect his hair too <3

You roll your eyes and just make sure to order more protective hair fabric for the both of you

If you ask him if he has any design requests, anything with gold ornate on it will suffice (similar to his outfit that he wears)

That way y’all can tell your stuff from one another’s and he can color coordinate with his own natural hair color

Also he WILL throw at you and or remind you to put on a bonnet, durag, or head scarf if you aren’t wearing one before you go to bed

Something else that he admires about you is definitely how different colors of clothing make your skin tone stand out

Heimdall always stands out honestly due to being albino and having gold teeth like even for an Aesir God

It admittedly is different and a bit unfamiliar for him to see someone with darker skin and textured hair

Though don’t get him wrong, he welcomes it with open arms

Especially whenever the two of you are in bed together, cuddling, and just lying there together

He likes to have the windows open and have you on whatever side of the bed is facing that particular window

Cause it means that when he wakes up before the sun rises, he gets to watch the sun come up, and bounce light off of your melanin <3

He will absodoodley lay with you in bed all day (for as long as he can get away with it) while he brushes his hands against certain parts of your skin that are being lit up by the sun

He’ll only get up to get you some food or shower, basically basic needs until he has no choice but to get up cause he’s The Watcher of Asgard™ n all that

You know that his love for you has to run DEEP if he’s slacking off on watching Asgard cause he’s too busy giving you the attention that he deserves

And his love does indeed run deeper than a Jotunn’s ass crack for you truly if Odin doesn’t really approve of his relationship with you and he still actively decides to continue it anyways knowing this

Regardless of what other people think, he knows where his love lies, with him every morning and night, in front of sunny windows while he caresses and admires them

[eisenvulcanstein]

Old school geocities and angelfire, late 90s I think. Whenever Gundam Wing was broadcast on Cartoon Network for the first time. That was my first online fandom and my first glimpse of shipping wars. Those HeeroxRelena shippers hated the 2x1/1x2 shippers. They sent angry letters to the anime mags and everything decrying how rude we were being to Relena for shipping "her boyfriend" with someone else. 😂 Simpler, more innocent times.

[robingurl]

About Me

My name is Robin Gurl and I've been in fandoms since the mid 90s and I've been writing fanfiction since 2000. I have SO many fandoms and I hop in between so many at a time.

My name comes from my love of Burt Ward / Dick Grayson / Robin. I’m a girl and I like Robin. Pretty simple right? 😅 my 10 year old self thought so.

Basically any series that has Dick as Robin I’ve watched or attempted to watch.

My main fandoms are the 1966 Batman (Robin), Super Friends, 1977 Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries (Joe), Ronin Warriors (Cye), Real Ghostbusters (Peter Venkman was my favorite since I found it at 3 years old.), and Lord of the Rings (Pippin is my spirit animal and Merry/Pippin gives me life).

But I have so many other fandoms that are near the top as well:

Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler (Sebastian), Voltron 1984 (Sven), Thundercats 1985 (Tygra), and Sailor Moon (Serena, 90s DIC, Also I'm like 99% certain she's the reason my personality is how it is today).

And yet still MORE fandoms: The Beatles (Paul) Gakuen Heaven Kuroko no Basket (look Kagami x Kuroko is to die for) Utapri (Tokiya/Hayato has my heart and always will) Phantom of The Opera (Broadway and LND are my loves. Ben Lewis will forever be my phantom) CATS the Musical (Mistoffelees/Jacob Brent stole my heart at an early age) Pokemon (water trainer here) Slayers Ghost Hunt Lord of the Rings (Pippin is my spirit animal and Merry/Pippin gives me life)

Still more that I'll have to add as I remember them.

I've been watching anime since the 90s and I've been doing my best to keep up. While I have a good handful of series that I watch solely in English because they were ones I grew up on, I usually prefer subbed.

I do not want a remake of certain animes because my heart can't take a new dub. If Ronin Warriors had a remake and they redubbed it, it would seriously send me into a depression spiral.

I am too attached to certain characters and I've come to accept it. I stay out of going too deep into fandoms for that reason. It wasn't until the last 5-7 years I felt comfortable fully opening up to the 66 Batman fandom. Just because I grew up with Bruce and Dick and they were like a second family to me.

I'm really easy going as long as no bullying and overly dramatic drama is going on. I just want to have fun and talk with people. I don't hate people for ships or anything - you do you boo! <3 it's your safe place and as long as people aren't getting physically hurt in RL then its fine.

Angry Important Rants Below. You can get mad and offended all you want but I'm tired of being quiet over this stuff. -shrug-

Cringy Fandom Shit

Yeah I've been there, done that, and more than likely still doing it. I have Mary Sue's/OCs out the wazoo and I'm over being embarrassed by them. I'm 38, if people are THAT bothered by it they can go fuck themselves.

Also news flash to new people in fandom starting from COVID who think they are hot shit - you're not. You're just popular kids who suddenly think it's "cool" to be nerdy and second news flash absolutely NO ONE wants you here.

Either fit in, shut your trap and hang or just leave.

I've spent my life running away from people like you and I'm over it.

Fandom is cringe. It just is. It always has been but everyone is ok with it. We're with people who are just like us and it's our safe space away from Becky and Stacy who think watching Super Heroes and dressing up is "soooooo cringe."

Yes we cosplay as our favorite characters and we will act like them at con. It's part of the fun of cosplaying. Yes people will Naruto Run past you and do DBZ type fights. Pokemon people will pretend battle in the hallways.

IT'S WHAT FANDOM IS.

If you can't comprehend this then go back to your world. Leave ours alone and stop ruining fandom spaces.

Bullying

I hate HATE HATE HATE Bullying and if I catch ANYONE bullying anyone over anything - I'll come over and smack them silly. This stems from my entire childhood of being made fun of for liking Batman. MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS AND LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE.

I also don't do ship hate and story hate, fandom hate, etc. Let people do what they want with their fandom. They aren't physically attacking you, aren't calling you out on anything, they aren't doing nothing but enjoying themselves.

Fandom Purists

Honestly you guys can eat shit and leave fandom spaces. If you're THAT UP TIGHT about a FICTIONAL show and certain couples and tropes and themes - then FUCKING LEAVE.

No space on the internet is forced to make it a safe space for you. It just isn't. If you don't like something, can't comprehend a story arc that is visibly toxic ON PURPOSE, can;'t handle couples, parodies (looking at you new Ouran Fans), get offended by literally everything (and I'm liberal so don't call me MAGA) - ITS YOUR PROBLEM.

Politicially Correct Crap

Yes I support all the normal shit. I don't give a fuck about what pronouns, race or gender you are. As long as you treat everyone with respect, I'll treat you with respect. We're all human.

I'm not going to talk about sensitive subjects related to real world events. it's not my place and I'm not using my safe space to bitch about a lot of things.

It's my choice and thats something you should respect.

DNI

If you see a post that says "DNI if you ___" and do it anyway, you are a jack ass and asking for a fight. When the person comes to interact back and you get all offended, just remember you caused it.

Don't Like / Don't Read

This runs with bullying. If you see something you don't like, fucking scroll past. Don't be that jerkwad that has to make it about them. It's not for you.

Cosplaying isn't an elitist sport

If you can't fathom why someone wouldn't just make their own costume instead of buying it, you need a reality check. Not everyone can sew, not everyone wants to sew, and no one should be required to make their own cosplay.

Fast cosplay is FINE. It's no different than a Halloween Costume. No one is asking you to go the extra mile, no one is forcing you to make your cosplay.

If you do that's cool and I'm impressed. But do NOT attack other cosplayers who are just there to have fun and dress as their favorite characters.

Don't be that mean girl that we've tried so hard to get away from.

And yeah some fast cosplays may win contests. That's just reality. But once again - NO ONE FORCED YOU TO MAKE YOUR OWN. THAT WAS YOUR DECISION. No one asked you to overachieve, no one held a knife to your throat and said 'you can't cosplay unless you make it by hand'. You came up with all of these rules and people don't have to follow them.

That's just reality.

Liking Dubbed Anime

To all of you anime purists who just hate certain dubs of certain animes... you can go to hell.

No I will not be embarrassed to say I prefer the 90s DIC dub. Yes it's not the best but that doesn't make me any less of a Sailor Moon fan. It was all we had growing up and you guys just can't fathom it.

But I refuse to you let you bully me over my preference for Sailor Moon to be called Serena over Usagi.

Stop assuming fans like me haven't been watching it in Japanese or know the true story. WE DO. I own it all in Japanese, I own the manga, I've seen the TV series in both languages. I KNOW the DIC dub isn't perfect and I knew of it's flaws growing up.

That doesn't mean I can't love it with all my heart. We were here first. Stop being toxic Moonies, it's not a good look. Once again another fandom over run by mean girl purists.

A fandom can exist with both. Thankfully the Ronin Warrior/Samurai Trooper fandom has calmed down and now both exist peacefully (that I've seen at least) together.

Don't get me started on the early 2000s RW fandom.

The YST fans thought they were hot shit but there wasn't a way to get ahold of the Japanese version of the series and if there was - they never shared it. So like 10% of the fandom acted like they were better than everyone else because they knew their Japanese names and treated people like crap because of it.

I didn't even have the ability to OWN the japanese version with correct subtitles until the mid 2000s. I remember the first set of YST DVDs, the subs were hilariously awful and I knew enough Japanese to be like "...they didn't just say that" XD.

The blue rays came out and we FINALLY got proper subs.

The Sailor Moon fandom is turning into that more and more each day.

Take a page from the RW fandom and chill out.

You can't and shouldn't police what version of a show to watch. This goes for the precure fans losing their shit over Glitter Force. It's a gate way anime for young kids. Let them watch it without bullying and nicely teach them about the real series.

[beevean]

Tfw you thought they couldn't make a blander villain than Carmilla and then there comes Erzebet

Carmilla at least has the idea of a tragic backstory. It's just "men bad", but it's something. Carmilla is, like many things in NFCV, wasted potential: she could have been a good parallel to Dracula, a victim of abuse who reacts to it with fury and paranoia, an adult version of Azula, what have you. Of course, the end result is nothing more than an annoying #girlboss who only gets what she wants because Dracula and his boytoys got lobotomized, before being brought back in S4 for an out of nowhere villainous breakdown.

Sun Thundercat is nothing. She is flatter than the villain of a cheap '80s cartoon. Aside from some weird lines like "Men, held by their balls" and asking Maria if she's a virgin, she is completely unmemorable in personality. I guess that's why they gave her that atrocity of a design.

I can't say the writing of Nocturne is worse than NFCV because it doesn't have All Of That, but somehow it feels worse for how shallow and immature it is, like a teen's first fanfiction.

[kosmicpowers]

This me when thinking "Hey what if 60s Astro Boy addressed what happened to Cobalt in universe."

Still wondering how I'll be able to write Jackalman x Panthro and make it make sense.

Absolutely

100%

every single time

[ctrsdoesart]

Das 2. Kapitel meiner Janolli Fanfiction ist draußen! :)

Begleitmaterial ist dieses Mal ‚Them Changes‘ Von Thundercat (ihr werdet merken, warum)