Okay this is 100% discourse, so maybe avert your eyes if you don't want to see me wail at the heavens, but for a fandom so anxious about boundaries, we haven't actually been very good in practice at respecting the actual stated boundaries the streamers put down, and I think it shows what we're actually policing, which is not things to make the streamers comfortable, it's stuff to make us comfortable.
This ranges from inventing new boundaries for people (you can't use neopronouns for ranboo, their pronouns are he/they; there's no boundaries on dark content for streamers so obviously we have to invent and enforce dark sbi rules ourselves) and then harassing people based on those boundaries that we just made up, to ignoring the actual things that the streamers said if we don't agree with them (cc!dream said he was uncomfortable with gore art back during the revolutionary war/exile but he's a villain, right, so we can just do whatever we want with the character, right?) and just doing whatever we want.
This is a recurring problem, with people violently policing boundaries that the fandom has all agreed on, to the point of doxxing and harassment and death threats, and ignoring boundaries that they have decided "don't make sense".
Like here's the example I put in the tags earlier, which is Technoblade related. Everyone knows that family dynamic is great and shipping is a no-go, right? But if you actually go looking for the clips, (or listen to streams in the background recursively while you're doing other things), you'll find that what Technoblade said about shipping was that it was "kinda cringe" (I think the list of things he said was cringe included reading percy jackson books and talking like you're better at video games than you actually are), and he was MUCH stronger in saying that he didn't like family dynamic in canon, saying that he didn't like it, that it was non-canon, and he'd never betray his family like that.
But if you look at the entire "found family" tag on Ao3, 19,860 stories, Technoblade is tagged into 29% of them. That's 5,760 fics just blowing right past what Technoblade said. Boom. Taking that character from his political anarchist setting and setting him right down in a royalty au w. younger siblings.
Because obviously a family dynamic isn't actually going to hurt someone's feelings or make them feel weird, the fandom has agreed, so what he must mean was that saying that family dynamic was actual literal canon is the only bad thing (I have been clotheslined by family dynamic written into stuff tagged as "canon compliant" multiple times as well,) and we can continue with the fun family stuff, right? Because someone saying they don't like family dynamic doesn't make Sense, in the way that I like it, the fandom has agreed, so we can just ignore that clip. Honestly I think that a ton of people have no idea that Technoblade ever said anything negative about family dynamic, because that clip is never brought out or talked about. I literally only know about it because I've watched that stream.
Meanwhile, the much less firmly stated boundary when it comes to shipping is absolutely doubled down on and brought out to justify mobbing people off the internet, because everyone already knows that shipping is bad and terrible and tainted and horrible to do and we don't like it, so even the slightest indication that it's out has to be grabbed and used to police people. So that everyone can be very to sure themselves that what they're doing is not weird, and the streamers are okay with it, and if I showed them my fic they'd say they liked it.
They're not going to give the Ok to your fic, because the fic isn't FOR them, and it shouldn't be. It's for the other weird fans who can't stop thinking about the block men characters, it's not for the actors. The actors have their own lives, leave them alone.
To be clear, I am not saying that we should stop writing family dynamic to respect Technoblade's feelings. Among other things, I don't think he's checking his character tag on Ao3 right now. But like, I've talked before about the way that boundaries culture ends up working in practice, and how constantly bringing problems up to streamers just ends up showing them all the things that are the most weird to the streamer. You only have to look at what most of Benchtrio has done in terms of boundaries, which has been transitioning from very explict boundaries with details on everything to just saying "just use your manners," stopping answering questions, and telling people to actually think about what they're showing the streamer instead of expecting someone to weigh in on it for them.
But even when it comes to the boundaries that we do have, that we know about, the way people enforce them seems to be less about actually respecting what the creators like, and more about making sure we're morally pure and never have to see something that we personally don't like, and we don't happen to have any of that nasty boys kissing content in our work, because we all know that's terrible. (And as someone who's seen crackdowns on LGBTQIA content several times, that certainly has unfortunate overtones.)
As long as it's all kept away from the creators, I really think that fluffy cuddly family dynamic and kissing fic and hardcore whump all falls into the category of "not for the creators, they might find that one weird, but you do you". Like keep it away from the streamers, use your brain, but like, it's all a bit weird and for fun. Let it be weird and for fun in a secluded part of the internet, keep it away from the streamers, tag your shit for people who don't want to see it, and go to town.
So just like, I really think that "creator boundaries" should be more about using your brain as to what you show the streamer, and less about harassing someone off the internet cause they drew kissing art.
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I see you very much as an expert on all things Rohirrim, so I bring to you this question, hoping I can pick your brain for info to use in my own fics (full disclosure). 😅
It seems to be a popular fanon that the Rohirrim/Riders of Rohan have tattoos, and that body art is a part of their culture. Do you have any thoughts or personal HCs about this that you're willing to share?
Thank you in advance! I appreciate you and your blog so much (if you didn't already know that).
Oh my goodness!!! I am so very honored to be thought of as a person who is knowledgeable about my beloved Rohirrim, and I hope very much that I can live up to that reputation. Thank you!!!
I’m not aware of any real textual evidence for body art among the Rohirrim, and the historical record in the medieval Anglo Saxon and Norse societies that Tolkien used as a reference for them seems to be disputed. But I absolutely understand and agree with the conventional wisdom that tattoos are a thing in Rohan. It just fits well with a warrior culture that has a wilder, dare-I-say more pagan aesthetic as compared to the smooth solemnity of Gondor or the formal elegance of the elves. And since they’re a culture that doesn’t document things in written words, pictorial representations such as tattoos and body art would be one way to fill that gap (along with their songs and oral traditions).
In my mind, tattoos in Rohan are common but basic—they’ve really only got the technology for the “stick and poke” method so the designs are kept simple because anything too elaborate is difficult to pull off well. They’re mostly in black line (using soot) but some have color using powder made from grinding up certain dried roots and plants.
Each village/community has its own distinctive tattoo motif that is worn by all of that community’s members. So you can tell just by looking at someone whether they’re from Upbourn (a fish because it’s a river town) or Dunharrow (mountain peaks since they’re in the White Mountains) or Everholt (a boar in honor of the wild boar that live in this part of the Firien Wood), etc. And soldiers also tend to share tattoo designs specific to their éored—getting your éored’s mark is a formal rite of passage for the younger members when they first get assigned to their company. These shared tattoo designs are important both for group cohesion and as a means of identifying fallen Rohirrim even if the deceased isn’t known to whoever finds the body.
Beyond these ritualized and practical functions, I do also like to think that there are some purely decorative tattoos among them as a means of personal expression and/or to help cover small scars that so many Rohirrim have from battle, riding accidents or other mishaps. Obviously horse-based designs would be very popular, as well as other flora and fauna of Rohan. But they’re a very sentimental people and so I think little emotional signifiers would also be very common (again, especially because they generally don’t have a means to pay tribute to beloved people/things in written form, this sort of symbol would serve the purpose of making some kind of record of those tributes).
In terms of specific people in my head canon: Éomer has a little simbelmynë blossom for each of the major figures in his life that he’s lost (forearm). Háma had a sun to remind him of his wife, who brought warmth and light to his life (shoulder). Théodred had stars in the shape of a particular constellation that is visible every year on his mother’s birthday (chest). Éowyn has a representation of her father’s sword (left wrist) and gets a quill (right wrist) to represent Faramir after they get married. (Faramir got a little running horse in her honor on his first trip to Rohan. He was glad he did it, but he never wants to sit through that again.)
Merry brought tattooing back to the Shire when he showed up with a tobacco pipe on his bicep (both for its association with Buckland and in tribute to Théoden, whose last words to Merry were about smoking together someday when peace was restored). Unsurprisingly, tattoos did not catch on with the other hobbits, but Merry remains very proud of it.
Anywayyyy…I hope that was in any way helpful! Thanks so much for asking!! I remain a huge fan and am so grateful to you for helping convince me to put some of my thoughts and stories out there vs keeping them all in the confines of my own Google drive!
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Could you give us some of your fic recs as well? 🙏🏼
I've been waiting for this ask. * is for all time favorites.
Classics/Required Reading:
Between Apollo and Arachne. / He is Soundless From Afar. / Blood Sickness. by elastic honey (infernoconcealed)
I got into this fandom specifically because of this author. I think all of their work is incredible but, these three are my favorites and also the first bookmarks I ever made. I like the ways they explore their dynamic, and they often explore darker scenarios between the two of them with a lot of heart and nuance.
How To Get Physical by Wilt
I like their writing as much as I like their art, but this one in particular is a consistent re-read for me. It's a trans Peter written by a clearly trans writer, and it's soft and kind and good-hearted in a way that really, really sells the history between them.
Up to the Sun (Full Speed Ahead, Mr. Parker) by SleepsWithCoyotes
The first AU I really enjoyed and also one of the best. Eldritch horror Wade that goes from a massive tentacle creature to an off-putting mercenary that gets attached to Spider-Man. It's great. The whole verse is great.
for the wrong reasons by orphan_account
This is one of my favorite Wade character studies of all time. He gets hit with a truth serum and ends up at Peter's apartment. It's sad and complicated and perfect, and I've read it more than a few times.
gunpowder and firewood / steel and flint * by periodically_puzzled
This is forever one of my favorites. It's the best first-person POV in the fandom hands down and is just so fucking good. It's got everything, idenity porn, grindr, complicated explorations of emotional manipulation, bromance, and it's so very funny.
Snake Oil by BunsofHoney
This was so good that my writing group chat temporarily re-named our chat after it. Peter is a preacher and Wade is a possessed snake oil salesman. It's very good, and also you will learn something about the 20s as it is immensely well researched.
Blazed (Smoking Weed is Gay) * by GreendaleHumanBeing
This is one of my all-time favorites. Peter is coping with his midlife crisis by being a huge stoner, and Wade has mellowed out and joins him for long smoke sessions. It's very slice of life, intimate, slow burn friends to lovers. It's one of those reads that just feels really, really good and relatable.
Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich
A soulmate/slice of life work that really will make you feel something profound by the end of it. I read this one at four in the morning and didn't sleep until I was finished with it. It made me feel something big.
Dog Years by androgynousdouche
This is the only unfinished work on this list but man, is it a hidden treasure. They really build a foundation for the relationship and the intimacy between these two is so....it's really good. I wish it was finished, but even though it's not, I still think it's worth the read.
Porn:
Tip of the Tongue * by TimidTurnip
I think this is probably the work I go back and re-read the most. It's got everything. Peter Parker's insane oral fixation, his inability to come to terms with his own bi-sexuality, homies who are mean to each other dynamics, and worship based blow jobs. It's great. You should read it.
i could show you and stop (don't stop) by jilliancares
I think this is probably two of the most infamous smut works in the fandom but they both really, really deserve the hype. The first is the eating out fic of all time specifically for me but also for a lot of other people and the second is my favorite situational porn.
Meeting Minutes */ Pitter Patter by WhoopsOK
These are hands down the best watersports fics in the entire fandom. I've read the entire tag, I would know. The first has Peter being hit by a truth serum and telling his fantasies to Wade who intentionally does not sleep with him, and it's hot and good dynamic wise. The second is just a very hot scenario where Peter pisses in Wade's mouth while he works behind the counter. Great stuff.
a luxury few can afford by three-fingered (calciseptine)
I love the way this author writes them so much. It's fun and fresh and so good at building up some good old-fashioned tension. It also has some great character study moments inbetween blow jobs (my beloved)
Fucked Up Shit:
she's not going to die today / Songs for the Zombie Apocalypse / Need You Like A Gun To The Head * by (zerospoons_onlyknives)oprime
I also consider these classics/required reading but they are all very dark and go places that fans of the classic dynamic might be surprised by. SNGTDT is the best and darkest soulmate AU you'll ever read. SftZA is not only an incredible zombie AU but also one of my personal favorite pieces of zombie fiction period. NYLaGttH is one of my favorite smut fics of all time and one I often re-read (the title should be taken literally)
twisted, baby by jilliancares
The Peter "adrenaline kink" Parker work. It's dubious and intimate and exhilarating in a way that never gets old.
tap out whenever by periodically_puzzled
also known as "the fic that triggers me so bad that I've never commented on it despite reading it eight times" this is like. One of the darkest works in the fandom, hands down and if you can relate at all with the content, will put you in some sort of headspace. It's excellent. It's horrifying.
Because You're Mine *- WaterMe
I absolutely love this one. It's a sex-pollen turned non-con work that is very dark (mind the tags) but if you want to go there, this is the place to go. I always come back to it and find something new to appreciate. Also the only second person work I've ever enjoyed/felt affected by in the way I think second person is supposed to do. (honorary mention by this author: their Arbor day fic)
Sinking by coveryourheads
This one is hard to describe, but if you're interested in some really nuanced work on sexuality, this one will sit with you for a while. Peter and Wade are in an intense D/s relationship that is both abstract and personal in ways I've never really read about before.
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Hi! can you write a fic with Levi and a male reader that loves to make Levi sit in his lap cock warm him and make him hold :)
w/ lots of praise and kisses ofc
Hes just to cute how could you not torture him a bit? making him keep his legs open as you rub your hands over his soft tummy pressing on his bladder and playing with his pretty cock that so nicely came out of his vent
live laugh Leviathan 🥰🥰🥰
Live laugh Leviathan!!
I hope this is good, I'm not as practiced with writing as i am with making art. I'm used to writing really fluffy stuff so idk how tortured he is lol, it's really soft imo.
Levi had only been sitting in your lap for maybe twenty minutes, your cock buried in his ass the entire time while he faced you. He was getting squirmy. You had watched while he sat on your cock, gulping down the 2 bottles of water you pressed to his lips.
"Settle down." You command, placing a firm hand on his bladder that definitely does not help and has him clenching around you.
"I-i…" he gives you a pathetic look. You exchange it with one that reassures him he's allowed to speak. Never in your time with Leviathan have you ever discouraged him from speaking up, but he was just so shy still. Even though this wasn't your first time together, Leviathan still hadn't gotten used to it. It worked out, you loved reassuring him all that he needed. "My tummy is so full, I can't." He finished whining.
"Yes you can, pretty baby. All you have to do is ask for help!" You said, readjusting his bangs. The personal attention only made him squirm more.
He glances away, as if there will be something there that can help him.
"I'm right here, Leviathan, don't you want my help? I know you're so full, I can feel it right here." You emphasize your statement with a light press to his bladder that has him yelping. "But look," you continue when he looks back at you, "these poor cocks of yours are here all neglected. They need my attention, don't they?"
Levi makes a strangled noise as you run your finger from base to tip along one of his cocks. The lips to his vent quiver and release more slick. He ruts a little into the touch. You press your hands down on his hips.
"Try and stay still for me, okay baby?"
You scoop up a little bit of that warm slick onto your hands and work it down one of his shafts. The noises he makes are delicious. You use your other hand to tug on his chin and bring him in for a kiss, a reward for being so vocal.
Giving Leviathan a few pumps, he mostly manages to stay still until you swipe your thumb across the slit. You hold it there a moment until his shiver stops, a reminder that he's not allowed to let go yet.
"MC, i ha-have to go, please, pretty please??" You've barely started fucking him and he's already begging.
You give him another kiss and squeeze him lightly at the base of his cocks.
"Alright," you grin, "you can start moving at your own pace, sweetie."
Leviathan sighs in relief and places his hands on your shoulders to ground himself as he lifts himself off of your cock. Very slowly, and wobbly. His legs must be feeling weak from being so aroused and so full of piss. He swears he can feel the liquid in him slosh when he lets himself fall back down onto your length.
You're still playing with his cocks, paying special attention to the heads, lightly squeezing and pumping the tips of his cocks.
A couple more thrusts and then you feel a spurt against your fingers.
"Leviathan, you're leaking."
He moans in response; he stops fucking himself on you.
"'m sorry, didn't mean to, so full, i can- can feel you all the way- in my belly."
It's incredibly hot, the way he gasps in between phrases; so worked up. He's not even trying to stay still at this point. He's grinding down against you, hard against your hips, as if he is trying to be even closer to you.
The next time he lifts himself off of you, you pull out a little more, and buck up into his ass before he's fully ready, more of your cock sliding against his walls. More spurts dribble from his tips, and you begin fucking the piss out of him.
He doesn't make it through very many thrusts until you feel two warm streams pressed against your own stomach, coming in bursts each time your hips connect with the flesh of Leviathan's ass. He's moaning and whining nonstop.
"Look at this puddle, baby," you say, calling his attention to the floor. "You really did have so much inside you. My poor, poor baby." You coo at him. "You did so good for me, you held it for me even longer than last time! I'm so proud of you!"
He melts at the praise, unable to help the way he's clenching around you. He's still squirming, but no longer because he needs to pee.
"Thank you." he says, sounding exhausted. You hook your arms under his hips and he instinctively links his hands around your neck, ready to be carried.
You waddle over to the bed with your cock still inside, willing yourself not to come yet. You gently lay Levi down on the bed, letting his hands fall beside his head. You cage him in with your arms, making him feel so protected and loved.
"Can I move, sweetheart?"
He nods, giving you a look that says he might cry if you don't start moving soon. He's laying back and letting you do the work, but he's earned it. Besides, you both love it when he just lets himself be taken and used.
Leviathan is already such a fucked out mess, the slide is easy. The wet squelching sounds of your lube-and-piss-soaked dick fill the room, driving each of you crazy.
You give him no warning when you come inside, balling the sheets in your fists. He comes soon after, satisfied to watch from below you as you pump him full.
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What are your thoughts about the PoTC cast in Back Sails?
AHAHAHAHHA! I kept meaning to do this!
this ended up INCREDIBLY long...
Elizabeth is either killed early on, or makes it to the end, there's no in between. I imagine she would be good friends with eleanor but eventually they'd see they're in this game on different sides and there's a dramatic moment where Elizabeth betrays her. Its framed as a "see she's not purely good either" moment, meant to reflect that everyone here is technically a criminal, but the fandom hated Eleanor enough by then that Lizzie becomes part of a bunch of annoying Girl Boss memes .
I'm gay, so I want a scene where Anne teaches Elizabeth how to use a knife. Also a scene of her and Will sparring, since we're told he taught her how to sword fight, but NEVER SAW IT...
Will does okay! He survives most of the way through, and really would have gone longer, but gets killed off for Elizabeth's character development. Most of his involvement was with finding the treasure and assisting in the defense of Nassau. OR he ends up opening a blacksmith shop on the island. There's an emotional moment where Flint applauds his fine work, but tells him it's all fucking worthless. They need strength and quantity, not high art. Will doesn't get to show off his artistry again for a while. Billy and Will remain the Token Straight Men of the series, and even though they never speak and only share one frame, there are hundreds of fics about them.
Jack...depends on which one. The guy who played comic relief and court jester throughout the other films? He's shot in a brawl he didn't even start his first time in Nassau. The guy who carried around a pistol with one shot on a mission of cold revenge? The guy who didn't even flinch at the idea of trading souls for his own? The guy that laughed at his own hanging? Yeah, he would make it at least as far as Charles Vane did. He gets killed, naturally, because he ends up a fan favorite. He gets on Silver's nerves immensely, despite the fact that they have a weird chemistry. Flint only exchanges a few words with him, one of them being essentially "Get the fuck off my ship and if I see you on it again I will shoot you."
Either that, or they end up with a Picard/Q dynaimic.
Tia Dalma kicks ass and takes names. She's given a weapon. If she has supernatural powers in this, that becomes a major plot point to convince her onto their side. She outright (violently, graphically) gets people killed by some kind of magic trap trying to get to her island, or else we just see their bodies mangled on display leading up to her cabin. Madi becomes the person to suggest going in from behind the main entrance to the island where the traps are, and gets in alone, and convinces her to assist--but only if they can deliver to her the heart of Davy Jones, which becomes the main collateral of the series instead of the Urca gold. Idk, Jones buried instructions for her release in it or something.
Barbossa does extremely well, and while he's at the forefront of most of the battles, he somehow survives to the end, he, like Anne & Rackham, sails under the black still despite the supposed end of piracy on Nassau OR his epilogue piece is him sitting in an office above the tavern on Tortuga, establishing a second pirate base there. He doesn't get the Pearl in this version, but manages to sail off with The Fucking Warship. He, Flint, and Blackbeard hate each other, deeply, but also have the most experience and end up collaborating throughout the show for a few of the major battles.
Anna-Maria almost gets involved with Anne, but doesn't. She doesn't like how much they have in common, a rough past, a shaky relationship with a Jack (I assume we unfortunately have to see pretty much everyone fucking someone at some point, since it's Starz, and there's no way the writers wouldn't have gone the easy route of her and Jack), but she does save Anne's life at one point. Max thanks for her it, upset that she wasn't there, and post break up with Anne, Max finds her again, offers her a position on the new Nassau which she says she'll consider. In typical fashion of the show, we're never given a definite as to whether or not the two women ever get together. She survives but only because I said so, otherwise she's a minor character and therefore easy cannon-fodder (possibly literally) for an early series death.
Norrington ends up playing a major role in the early season, betrays the English at one point for Elizabeth's protection (he tells them that he's doing it to doublecross her, he tells her he's double crossing them, he doesn't know what he's doing). Will and Elizabeth were fighting Because Drama and This is Starz, so at some point she marries him, but it cements him onto their side (opposite of Eleanor and Woodes in the later seasons). He's good with strategy until it's personal (remember in his own canon he's the one who chased Jack around the world, got his crew killed), but a personal stake in things is what makes Elizabeth hone in on her best ideas, and they level each other out.
Season two finale he's killed by a random English spy on the island who was sent to be sure Norrington was doing what he said he would. With Eleanor's approval, Elizabeth tortures the spy for information, but after he gives up with little useless nonsense he knows, she still kills him, dumps the body, lies and says their information source escaped. When he washes in with the tide, Will claims it was his actions. He and Norrington were not close, but they were from the same town, and (he lies) he respected him. He knows Elizabeth did it, but also knows that he'll get much less flack for it, if any; and Elizabeth nods a thank you. It's the start of them communicating again.
Gibbs, as a storyteller, is given protection by the narrative, as it knows that it needs him alive to exist, and therefore he lives.
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I didn't base Wish off of it being 100 years of Disney and I still felt let down. Just as a movie it was, in my opinon, a badly written movie. It just never gives you enough investment in any of the characters to make me care about the plot. And it doesn't have to be complicated. Moana for example, has a very simple plot. It still spends time with Moana and using that time wisely, to get me to care about her and her relationship with her parents and her island. Wish, just fell to a mid point and it's okay. Sometimes a lot of people can hate something bc it is in fact, just a poorly written movie. Not everything is an "underappreciated" movie.
Well good for you
You know I was going to leave it at that but I'm not strong enough. Because sorry but what exactly do you expect me to do now...?
You yourself said that it just fell to mid point, I agree, it's not a masterpiece even if I personally really enjoyed it. But despite that I don't agree with the opinions that it's the worst Disney movie to date, an absolute disaster, unsalvageable or any other of the extreme opinions I've seen online. Obviously I don't mean you here, since I don't know you or your opinions on the movie and frankly I'm not going to assume anything about some anon. But I just want to point out the amount of, I don't know, fics where people outright admit to not having even watched the movie but feeling cheated/robbed/betrayed whatever and deciding that they can do a better job based on the cancelled concept art.
I don't even want it to be more appreciated, but the worst it deserves is to just pass silently like, frankly most of Disney's movies this year, because, and I can't stress it enough, it's not as bad as people are making it out to be. That's the stance I'm going to defend. I'm not saying you have to like it but I'm saying that the reaction is majorly undeserved and unfair. Most of this hate should go towards the executives and advertisement people, who created false and too high expectations and didn't allow the movie to stand on its own
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Hi hello how are u? I love your writing and still waiting for adopt a Wanderer scenario! Could i maybe request a flower arranger reader and wanderer works as doll maker both works together sometimes (looks like the one he made in the game) Hmm maybe worried wanderer since he hasn't seen the reader for long (miss them) or maybe they injure themselves and he take care of the reader (preferebaly fem reader but it's up to u ofc) have a nice day 🥰
Tysm for sending this in!! It was such a cute prompt to work with ���� hope you liked the rest of the Wanderer series as well! 👉👈
Notes: In the end I didn't really use any referral to pronouns in the fic, so it can be read as gender neutral too!
Also mentions of blood (reader cut their finger by accident) but it's nothing serious.
Of course, being a doll maker was only a civilian cover for Wanderer, who would often disappear during random periods to complete missions for the Dendro Archon. What he didn't appreciate however is how you're the one that's been occupied as of late - dragged into helping with some Amurta scholars' research project.
At least he's fairly quick with his work; what could possibly be so urgent that you'd have to be in the rainforest for two weeks?! And you had the nerve to ask him to help cover for you while you were gone… You're lucky he likes your company enough to go through with all this, and that he was competent enough to not mess up your business.
It's nothing much, just completing orders that you've designed beforehand to give to the clients that booked your arrangements. You'd even prepared the vase for each of them in advance to make things easier.
He can understand why you preferred this instead of scholarly work though (which you too had the potential for). Being able to interact with clients of different backgrounds and stories, then to translate their intentions into your craft; it's complicated at first glance, but simple in action because of the experience you have under your belt.
He still remembers the first time he entered your store, simply drawn in by the Inazuman specialities you imported recently, only to be met with the sight of you meticulously arranging them into a vase. Your actions were featherlight and evidently professional, but it's the soft smile you wore as you took delight in your work that gave him pause.
They looked like fireworks.
"Ah, sorry about that." You'd apologised, asking him if there's anything you could help with. Instead of faking an order, Wanderer instead asked if the arrangement on the table was for anything in particular.
"I'm… a traveler from Inazuma." He settled on explaining. "The sight of those flowers caught my attention, is all."
Your eyes immediately brightened then, glimmering with curiosity. "May I ask if this design is to your liking, then? I was told to base it off the fireworks from Naganohara… though I've only witnessed their work once before during Liyue's Lantern Rite."
From the bright focal blooms to the filler flowers that make a sea of darker hues, it was hard not to feel nostalgic when he looked at the arrangement. From then on the both of you hit it off pretty well, considering his track record - exchanging stories about travels (you went to Liyue every year or so to deliver large shipments) to questions about his hobbies, Wanderer always found it odd that he never found your inquiries too annoying. Maybe it's the way you hold yourself and your straightforward curiosities that charmed him.
Eventually you touched on the topic of new business opportunities now that regulations on the arts have lightened a little. "Perhaps you might even make a living out of your own craft, " You thought aloud to him one day.
"You mean sewing dolls?" Wanderer gave you an odd look. Sure, he's mentioned that he used to be a doll maker when you asked if he had any creative skills, but he hadn't expected you to actually remember that detail. Who would be interested in a toy as useless as that?
It seemed to be a spiteful twist of fate that decided who would enter your shop next; a toyseller you're acquainted with because he liked to keep his shop fresh with new blooms every week. From there, Wanderer was swept along in your rhythm as you managed to arrange a trial session for him to test out his product. Something about a wooden Aranara carving not being very play-friendly, and that cuter designs would probably be more favourable amongst children.
Fast forward to now, where you've been friends for a while and you've finally returned from that research trip - you'd apologised to Wanderer for the trouble before offering to make dinner to make up for it.
Your home doubles as a second office of sorts, less occupied with personal items and moreso with notes of larger projects that you'll have due next month.
Wanderer chooses to ignore the sewing thread that's sticking out from one of your drawers, definitely not related to the doll he once gifted you when you asked to make a trade of crafts - out of curiosity for what this sharp-tongued man could make with his hands, and you were not disappointed. His craftsmanship was delicate but precise, and if he was to be bold enough to make a guess… were you trying to make another doll to give back to him? He'll just leave you to it and pretend to be surprised later.
"Should I help?" He asks as he watches you fish out ingredients in the kitchen. Then a cutting board and knife, and the chopping begins. "I can do that while you worry about cooking over the stove."
"It's fine, I– Ow?!" You curse, dropping the knife as you turn to the sink and run your hand under the water. It takes a moment for him to realise you've cut yourself. "Ugh… I'll be fine, it's just a small cut."
Wanderer is already searching for your first aid kit though, recalling where you placed it the last time you found him with a bruise on his shoulder (it really didn't hurt, but he couldn't exactly explain his puppet background to you without scaring you away).
With a sigh, he tells you to face him and hold still while he applies an ointment to soothe the sting, and quickly wraps up your finger with the gauze. "You shouldn't use a blade if your mind is distracted with something else." He secures it, then starts putting everything away with an efficiency that has you dazed. "I mean, what would happen if you took your entire finger off?"
"I doubt I would manage to do that!" You exclaim, before letting a laugh escape your lips. "Thanks for worrying, though. It's kind of cute to see you fret, but of course I'll be more careful." You reach towards the knife again to pick it up and wash before resuming the dinner prep. "Now let me just–"
"Let's not." Wanderer smoothly steals the item from you, doing it in your stead. "I'd rather not taste blood in my meal, thanks."
In truth, he was just really against the idea of you cutting yourself again, but that doesn't matter when he's hiding this behind his usual quippiness. You make an offended noise, crossing your arms. "My hand slipped one time!"
You forget you're talking to someone who'd drag you to the hospital if you so much as got a cold. "I said I'll do it. Aren't you tired from running around the rainforest all week?"
Your eyes widen. You completely forgot that you wanted to tell him about the trip! Was that why he's been looking at you as if you've forgotten something? "Right, so last week when we first arrived, we…"
…By the time you're done talking, dinner is ready and waiting to be served. Maybe this is what they mean when they say to look out for pretty faces - sharp cunning and even sharper tongues. If Wanderer wasn't so subtly thoughtful at times like these, you might've thought that he hated your guts for real.
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Picking Habits (Y/N+Wally. Platonic/Roommates)
Wally talks to you about a concerning habit.
Gender Neutral Reader
Tw: Blood. Self Harm. Skin picking.
Authors note: Please know this is based off a lot of my own experience with this, I have yet to be diagnosed with anything and I do not attempt to name what it could be in fic. But I promise this is more fluffy/wholesome with minor mention of blood and more so describing the act then actually describing anything beyond blood.
Please comment and share if you like it!
The television let out a blood curdling shriek from its speakers making you just jump slightly at the sound, why do they always have to be so loud in horror movies? Or maybe you just had the volume up too high? Reaching over to the small coffee table you pick up the remote and turn it down. It’s a bit harder to hear the voices but you weren’t really paying attention anyway.
It has been raining all day making the world feel gloomy and moody, making you feel like laying down in your living room to watch whatever you could find. That being an old fifties horror movie you don’t remember the name of but it had some mutated fly in it that was a cult classic.
With the calm ambience of the rain outside you couldn’t help but sink further into the cushions being as comfortable as can be…until a different sort of itch began to take over. This itch often came when you allowed your mind to wonder too much, something you’ve been trying to keep a lid on with not much success.
Your hand lifted and soon your nails were picking at your skin that was littered with scars from previous acts of scratching. Any bumps or scabs you would pick, not minding if you bled from it or if it even hurt a little.
Soon the TV became muffled background noise as the world around you began to blur, your fingers digging at whatever little bump or scab they could find as your mind began to go numb to the world around you.
“You shouldn’t do that, Neighbor.”
Ah. Little Wally Darling.
His monotone voice snapped you out of your trance as your blood covered fingernails stopped mid scratch, glancing over at the three foot tall puppet standing just beside the couch.
“That can’t be good for your skin.” He supplied as he looked from your arm to you. “It looks like that would hurt. Does it hurt?” He asked.
Your brain took a moment to catch up to what he said before you sighed, “Sorry, Wally. I didn’t mean too…and no not really.” Moving to sit up, giving the puppet a spot on the couch as you adjusted.
“It’s okay. But maybe I should get the first aid kit?” He offered up as the helpful little guy he was, that lazy smile not at all betraying his need to be a friend.
Nodding, "Okay. Thanks, Wally.” You smiled down at the puppet as he stretched his smile just a bit wider before heading off to the bathroom, the sound of the stool being moved made you chuckle under your breath.
Wally Darling. You don’t know how you ended up with him but it was purely by luck, you work at a rather crappy job that didn't offer much money so you would often go to garage and estate sales. Well this one guy in town had died recently and he was some sort of big vintage collector online, you swear you’ve never seen so many other nerds in one spot beyond an anime convention.
The whole house was packed as you had made your way around and eventually you made your way into the attic. And in the center of it was this little bright yellow and blue puppet. He was in great condition despite his supposed age.
The puppet was small and in good condition, you had no idea what show he had been from but for some reason you couldn’t put him down. Unfortunately the rest of the house didn’t have any other puppets like him and after picking up a few tapes you headed home with the little guy.
If anything he was cute to look at and maybe you could do something artsy with him.
You had that puppet for a good two weeks before you woke up to sounds coming from your art room and walked in on Wally Darling himself covered in paint looking like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
Suffice to say your screaming scared the poor guy.
It’s been two months since then and you’ve gotten used to the puppet being around and...alive. You had tried asking how he even was alive but the most he would say were vague answers and that you shouldn’t pry too hard or you wouldn’t like the answers. Creepy but he’s been a good roommate and hasn’t tried any weird stuff yet beyond his fascination with apples.
So for now you don’t care to pry into how he came alive.
Probably by some blood ritual or something. God you hoped he wasn’t made with people. Or animals.
The little quiet pitter patter of feet altered you to your little darling's arrival as he rounded the corner of the couch with the much too big for him first aid kit, struggling to place it on the couch. He just about had it over when he suddenly tipped too far back and fell with the medkit right on top of him!
"O-oh. Oh dear."
You couldn't help the laugh that snorted out of you as you tried not to laugh too much, but the vision of the puppet just stuck underneath the large med kit was too funny!
Luckily after a moment Wally seemed to find it just as funny, "Ha. Ha. Ha." He didn't move as he laughed seemingly fine with just letting the box squish whatever stuffing inside he had. But soon you slipped off the couch and hoisted the box up onto it as you looked down at Wally.
"Help me up, Neighbor?" He asked, still with that cat like smile on his face.
"Like I would leave you on the floor." Another snort as you picked the little puppet up from under his arms and gently placed him on the couch, even fixing his hair just a little so he was back to his old self.
“Thank you, Neighbor.” You began to rummage through the kit and find what you needed to clean up your arm, Wally watching all the while. At first his staring had been creepy but you had gotten used to the feeling of being watched, it’s not like he was doing it to be creepy. He was just like that.
A little hiss as you used the alcohol swab to clean off the blood, “Why do you do that, Neighbor?” Wally asked curiously. “The scratching.” He clarified.
You were quiet for a moment thinking it over.
This habit had started years ago when you just turned eighteen and starting out in your first job, the job had been brutal to say the least. Who just expects a new adult to understand everything without supervision with only three days worth of maybe two hour a day long training in some back room on a program? And to not even offer any shadowing?
The only people willing to help were the other employees all the while you stood there thankful for at least some help while crying like a child.
Anxiety hasn’t been a stranger to you since High School but after you got into the ‘real’ world it got much worse.
Eventually you developed this little habit of picking at your skin when things were at their worst in your family home. You weren’t proud of it but for some reason when you felt your nails against your skin you couldn’t quite stop yourself, as if you weren’t really in control or even doing it yourself.
At least it only went surface deep but it did leave its fair share of scars that usually were covered with some arm warmers, which you've forgotten to wear today.
“Well….it was a way to deal with stress. Probably doesn’t make much sense but it helped me ignore some things for a while.” Pulling out the bandaids you picked the colorful ones and began to stick them on, “Eventually it just turned into a bad habit ... .I really should see a therapist about it but without insurance I can’t afford it.” So you try to do what you can. Like wearing those arm warmers.
Surprisingly Wally pulled them out from behind his back holding them out to you, “I’m sorry, Neighbor. I hope you stop soon.”
“Yeah me too little buddy.” A smile on your lips as you took the arm warmers and quickly slipped them on making sure they didn’t pull off the bandages. “Maybe with you around I can at least stop more than I’ve been able to. You’re being pretttyyy helpful.”
Wally couldn’t help stretching his smile at that as his eyes widened, “I’m helpful?” he asked pointing to himself.
“You are.” Your own smile is still on your face.
“I’m helpful!” He said with a monotone cheer, seemingly much happier than he was a moment ago, a small laugh from you filling the space before it went quiet.
Another scream from the TV had the puppet looking over, “What are you watching, Neighbor?”
You gave it a thought before reaching over for the TV remote and switching it to a much more family friendly channel, “Nothing I was paying attention to, Wally.”
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kuromahi baking halloween cookies based on this servamp kinkmeme
Note: this fic is part of the kinkmeme prompt, where everyone who see it is encouraged to write their own version of it even if there are already others who filled it read more about it here
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A lot of people said that cooking was like art where you didn't have to follow the recipes accurately to get good results but baking was science where a single mistake could lead to a disaster. Mahiru thought it was a stupid comparison. His hamburg steak still turned out tasty even though he no longer looked at recipes because he already figured out how to make it tasty.
Meanwhile when he was baking breads there was always a chance of it not turning out well properly even though he had already followed the same recipe for years, and whenever he googled to figure out why it happened turned out it might be moisture in the air. Or the sun was too hot outside. At this point he wouldn't be surprised if astrology played a part in whether a dough would rise properly or not.
Today too was a bad day for baking.
"This is way too wet!" Mahiru complained. "The cookie dough isn't taking shape!" His fingers were sticky and gross from trying to knead the dough into submission. And failing, obviously. "Kuro, did you add something?"
Kuro knew his Eve didn't mean to sound so harsh but he involuntarily flinched anyway. "Just vanilla extract." He admitted.
"What? We don't need vanilla extract." Mahiru frowned.
Kuro fidgeted nervously. "Lawless said it would taste better if I add it."
"Oh, well." Mahiru put his hands on his hip in annoyance. "He's stupid. He should have told me if he wanted some vanilla cookies. The dough ends up too watery because you added unnecessary liquid... how much did you add anyway?"
Kuro fished for his phone and scrolled to find his DM with Lawless. "The instruction said half of the bottle's cap."
Mahiru got even more annoyed. "That's stupid. That's not how this works. You need to take into account of the dough's consistency."
"...are you mad at me?" Kuro asked warily.
"I... no." Mahiru sighed. "Sorry, I just got frustrated. Sorry." He sulked. "I'm going to wash my hands and work on this later."
Mahiru turned the faucet on, the room was quiet with only the sound of running water and Mahiru's hands squeaking together trying to get rid of the sticky dough.
"So..." Kuro awkwardly approached his Eve, his hands were massaging Mahiru's shoulders with hesitation. "You wanna fuck the frustration away?"
The offer just made Mahiru sigh. "Nnnooope. I'm not doing that to you."
"I could top for once—" Mahiru snorted loudly, accidentally cutting off Kuro's sentence. "I could! You could sit back and do nothing for once!" The vampire was slightly offended.
"Kuro, you suck at being a top." Mahiru pointed out.
"I'm an excellent dildo." Kuro huffed.
Mahiru smiled teasingly. "That just means I'll do all the work again."
Kuro's expression softened seeing Mahiru was smiling again. He leaned on his Eve and planted a gentle kiss on Mahiru's forehead. "Cuddle?" His long arms were now embracing Mahiru's body entirely.
"Mmhm, cuddle."
(Except whenever they cuddled, it never ended as just cuddling)
(This time was no exception)
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"Soooo, how was it?" Lawless waggled his eyebrows.
"What?" Kuro's eyes never left the screen as he was still focused on his video game.
"Did my 'vanilla extract' help?" Lawless nudged his brother.
"Dude, stop that. I'll get mad if I have to repeat this level again," Kuro said, despite his tone remaining as monotonous as ever.
Lawless sighed dramatically. "Did you have sex last night?"
"Yeah?" Kuro replied absently. "Oh, is that what the vanilla extract is for? Dude, no need for that. Mahiru just ended up mad that he needed to redo the dough."
Lawless went quiet for a couple of seconds. "Dough."
"Yeah?"
"Did you use a fucking aphrodisiac for the halloween cookies?!" Lawless freaked out. "Nii-san! You stupid! You idiot! We need to get C3 to recall the cookies before people start fucking on the street!"
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author's note: reminder that for tanakabox's halloween event, tooru basically commissioned his nephew to bake cookies to help stop halloween time loop, said cookies are distributed to people all over tokyo
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blurple time.
finally finished this~ months after he appeared 😅
you can tell there's a bit of a punk/industrial vibe infusing the whole design. i also drew from various details in the comics, and other random things like bulletproof leather jackets.
closeups, ramblings, (and a version with a cape) under the cut:
i was originally not planning to add a cape cause i wasn't sure if i could make it work and tbh. still not sure. i like the way the purple cape looks from behind but the inside is like. idk. if it's purple then it looks weird, but the black feels off to me too... I don't think any of the other colors would work.
oh also i decided this glows in the dark (predictable as always)
Helmet's been through some sketches and stuff, spent a while figuring out the mechanisms and so on and settled on this design in the end.
Obviously you can see here the top is leather, it's based on a combo of a motorcycle cowl (with an angled zip you can just see there, and then the shoulders from an armored motorcycle jacket i was looking at. then the blue is meant to be a (heavily) modified like, boilersuit or whatever those are. mechanic's jumpsuit.
Plus all the spikes. Obviously there's no spider-punk in this setting but I like the aesthetics, and I like giving Hobie like a little thing of his own in terms of hobbies/interests so I thought adding that punk aspect would be fun, esp as it ties into his whole thing with being unsure of himself and being a little different and so on.
the lenses are one piece each, just with different colors of film on them, like you see on a variety of custom motorcycle visors. used chrome silver for the white "eyes," which i think would look cool and matches the metal hardware. very reflective. hobie prob won't be the only design with chrome/mirrored lenses for reflective purposes (thinking about the hobgoblin) (well. technically peter will also have aluminized lenses at one point but that's a spare mask for fires, not a main look)
earlier concept which i drew on my phone actually lol. some of this i obv jus copy-pasted cause it was fine as is, other stuff got tweaked, like i ended up changing the lens shape to look a little more like the comics and i did end up scrapping that shape for the faceplate/chin.
and you can see there i edited a pic from the comics playing with what colors i wanted to use. i liked the steel blue that showed up in some of the older painted art from the Prowler's earliest appearances, and I felt like I wanted to give him a color other than purple and green, though I didn't wanna ditch the purple either, so I ended up with this kind of neon blurple + navy combo that I liked a lot. And the silver too.
back of the jacket and helmet. Didn't originally plan on adding all those spikes but then I was sketching this out and I was like, oh... that would look cool... so i committed!! i like how it looks.
Originally I also had no logo/symbol on the front of the chest so I decided to put one on the back. Then I ended up adding that flat panel to the chest and added the symbol there too, and decided to keep the back one as well. i can def see a 19 year old being like, hell yeah... sick... people will definitely take me seriously now. and you know what. he's right.
i will admit i ended up a little dissatisfied with the story i told involving the Prowler in the linked fic, but... I also probably shouldn't have tried to wedge it between like five warring subplots. But it was like, the spot that made the most sense. If this was a cartoon I think it would be a like... 1-2 issue special focused more on him. And also peter would jump out the window. (The real tragedy that I didn't include cause it's hilarious, poor Hobie XD)
Anywho. Is this mechanism needlessly complex? Perhaps. I tried to simplify it at one point but then the more I thought about it the less the simplified version worked so I stuck with the OG idea here. I mean, i guess I could have ditched the locking mechanism entirely but i thought it would be fun if the helmet was self-locking! I also wanted a way for it to rotate/go visor up even with the spikes, thus it being a pretty large rotating faceplate with the spikes on it instead of elsewhere. not that he ever puts it up in the fic. peter just takes hobie's helmet off there 😂
He's also wearing a balaclava under there which I didn't bother really drawing, mostly to protect his hair (which I put in twists for related reasons of helmet-wearing) (I briefly had been considering braids but then, well, ATSV and Miles G. happened and I said, well now I cannot do that XD) (I mean I COULD have but I wanted to do something else here lol) Anyway. The idea here is that it's a kind of slide lock with a spring-loaded peg that slots into the holes, and the square hole with the square peg locks the faceplate in place and prevents it from rotating, but when the square peg is in the round hole, the faceplate can rotate freely. The only wrinkle here would be that Hobie has to pull on both locks simultaneously or as close to it as possible or he'd risk cracking the helmet (i assume? stress and pressure etc.)
Sliding the lock forward also slides the whole plate forward, which lets me (in theory) have a flush, smooth silhouette while still allowing it to come forward enough to push up. It's not vacuum sealed or anything though. But it does have like... air filters and a voice modulator and some other things. MOST of the suit is super low tech and doesn't require electricity but the helmet probably has batteries or something. (peter's new webshooters at this point are also battery powered lol)
Helmet is pretty typical fiberglass construction with foam pads inside. Idea there is that Hobie made a lot of this stuff using campus workshop resources like autobody or machining shop on campus, for stuff like getting fiberglass, having a space to work in, making polycarbonate lenses etc. Though it's totally possible to do fiberglass work at home too. (peter also uses campus resources for his lenses specifically btw)
Gauntlets!!! Uhhhh ngl very difficult. Trying to design armored gauntlets that don't look like knightly armor is very hard for me cause I always just google reference pics of knightly armor. LOL. I think these came out alright. There's a hint of motocross influence there too (though really even in modern days armor is armor so there end up being shared traits) The gloves ended up being mostly leather with some armored parts, though there is probably some inner armor which is not visible. The claws I left bare since you would not be able to sharpen claws coated in plasti dip—
oh yeah the purple color on all the hard parts is plasti dip, which is basically rubber paint.
The wrist gauntlets are very very very loosely based on a guy's grappling rope web-shooter thing which you can see in this youtube video: link. though i didn't wanna just rip him off so i mostly just said, alright, tubes and a harness—which the prowler already has in the comics anyway, albeit smaller. so really it's pretty much like the comics anyway.
Right wrist has the green laser dazzler, both have grapples, left wrist has EMP (not pictured) which Hobie uses in the scene I have him and Peter fight except then I realized recently I didn't actually explain what that was or how it was working 😂 I probably should have done that scene from Hobie's POV in retrospect. It's an EMP though and it scrambles Peter's spidey sense via interference/signal noise.
(electromagnetic signals being responsible for several cases of irl "hauntings" —> spider-man's haunted)
waist utility belt... I like the way the silver belt on the old art looks! So I decided to make these hard silver hinged cases instead of soft pouches (originally were soft but I changed my mind while coloring) — IDK if these really are metal or if they're just fiberglass with chrome paint lol but either way, shiny chromey, hinged to open, the insides are probably padded... buckle is actually metal though.
Boots—modified snow boots. These are loosely based off of a real thing btw: link to blog post
The silver things are the magnets. Gauntlets are probably also magnetic but those are not visible like the boot ones. I also read some comments saying certain kinds of electromagnets would be preferable for something like boots but ultimately, IDK how to draw that, so I just drew it like they look in jen foxbot's prototype.
There was some other stuff I initially planned on including that didn't make the cut, aside from the cape. I was toying with stuff like a jetpack (or really, a jump jet), gliding/wingsuit, etc. but... I didn't use any of those. Kept it simple and streamlined for the most part. so no gliding for this Prowler, but hey, he's got magnet boots.
maybe in the future if Hobie ends up with an Iron Man-esque collapsible suit, perhaps he'll be able to fly, but for now, he's a college student making a supervillain persona so he can keep himself from getting evicted...
And his face!!! cutie :3 loosely inspired by Greg Eagles' face (the voice actor for grimm from billy and mandy) Not that ATSV had no impact on this design but that was the main thing. Twists to keep his hair protected in the helmet under the balaclava etc. and something he can do himself, and then a twist out afterward.
plus you can see the nose rings I mention in Creep here.
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for the AU game — QT sleepaway camp AU
Ooh, did you know sleep-away camp AUs are my weakness? I don't read or write a lot of them, but I do have a two-part Check Please summer camp AU whose setting is based heavily on my own camp experiences (I've spent parts of 16 of the past 21 summers at the same sleep-away camp), and writing it was so much fun. But okay, here goes:
I'm going to set this with the monarchs and their peers in their early teens and attending camp as campers, while Teleus, Relius, Phresine, the Magus, and Pol are counselors. (Every time I do something like this, I realize how few powerful older women we get in the series.)
The camp's theme is spies/adventure stuff. Teleus leads the physical challenges. Relius teaches kids to make and break codes. Phresine teaches the minutiae of reading facial expressions and speaking so that your co-conspirators catch a double meaning that everyone else misses (and, like, interpersonal manipulation generally). The Magus teaches about plants, particularly for healing and poisoning purposes. Pol teaches martial arts until an entitled parent gets him fired by threatening a bogus lawsuit just because their kid didn't like him.
Irene and Helen are in the same cabin every summer for several consecutive years, and they go from being friends as children, to not getting along at all as pre-teens because Helen mistakes Irene's femininity for vapidness and Irene thinks Helen's androgynous style makes her sloppy and gross, to getting close again as teenagers when they realize that they're both just trying to get by in a sexist environment using different tactics. (Me, basing fic ideas on my own life? Never.)
Gen and Sophos both start attending the camp really young, but Gen switches to the older session earlier than Sophos does, just in time for Costis to start attending camp for the first time. Gen and Costis are cabinmates and get off on the wrong foot when Gen is kind of a jerk about Costis not having been to camp before and Costis overreacts, but after a really weird two weeks during which Gen helps Costis learn the ropes in the most convoluted way possible, Costis is surprised to find that he's somehow actually really good friends with Gen.
Nahuseresh gets ostracized from the social group at camp for being openly bigoted in a whole bunch of different ways, but he doesn't say anything bad enough to get kicked out of camp. Quedue, on the other hand, non-consensually kisses Irene at the first dance of the session the one year he attends camp, and his parents have to come get him the next day, because the camp director (Hephestia?) is having none of that.
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My Own
So, I am reluctant-just a little-if I was completely you'd never see it, but back to the topic, I am a little reluctant to post this as it's not exactly a fic.
As some of you know I write as a hobby and have been talking about doing a story on the side. I finally came up with a plot base and a little bit of it written out already. I don't know where it is going yet, I don't know what I will do with it in the future, but I wanted to post it because I honestly think it's good and would appreciate feedback.
I am going to tag some of the people I both follow, read, and write for because as fellow writers and readers their opinion means something to me. Those that I am tagging are @synthetic-wasp-570 @throwingmetothelions @the-way-of-words @signs-of-ill-portent @kingdomof-omens @ladyveronikawrites @transmutethegold
Now remember, all of your feedback-regardless of if I tagged you or not is important, I only tagged a few of the blogs I knew off the top of my head.
The following is my own idea, my own creation of characters, and I would appreciate it that no one use them in anyway. Thank you. Without further ado, I give to you....this.
The air was clouded and heavy.
The various smells of weed, sweat, booze, and sex wafting around was enough to assault anyone's senses. Lennox leaned over the balcony of the lounge his brother Lux's club Luxuria was a popular choice tonight, as it should be, no club could compare to it-after all Lennox was co-owner, nothing he ever did was subpar.
Lennox's forearms leaned on the metal railing, steel blue eyes scanning the dance floor below. Bodies swayed to the music, their forms nothing but silhouettes under the violet neon lights. He could feel the pulse of every being in the room, their blood thrumming hard and loud, the sound carrying over the bass from the speakers.
"It's so alive, isn't it?" Lux came to greet his brother with a slap on the back, the open hand making contact between Lennox's shoulder blades. Lennox turned to see his own face, of sorts, looking back at him. Sapphire blue eyes standing out against the obsidian color of his sclera, pointed nose and clean-shaven round jaw being some of the similarities they shared. Short curly horns protruding from either temple on his head, clean cut dark black hair effortlessly combed back-Lennox had the thought that he should cut his after seeing his brother, but instead opted to keep his own level with his shoulders.
Lux wore his usual two-piece suit, slacks and a jacket only, always opting to be shirtless underneath to show off the intricate chest piece tattoo he'd been so proud of. One large white rose and two skulls emerging from an abyss of black, the tattoo reached his naval and cut into half of his throat, at the time Lennox thought it an extravagant purchase, but when you don't age, he supposed it was a decent choice; Lennox couldn't deny the art was good. His brother's wide pearly white smile on full display as he scanned his packed club.
"I am feeling it tonight, bro. I'm so charged." Lux took the railing in hand leaning back like he would pull the railing from the studs in the wall. His long black tail swished with a quick wag. Lennox's own tail stiffened up, the fur tip that reminded him of a lion swayed with the melody of the song playing, slow and seductive.
"It's a full moon. You always get this way." Lennox teased, not taking his eyes off the dancefloor. He was stalking, there must be something here to pass the time.
"So, what if I do." Lux jumped off his feet bouncing like a boxer pre-fight. "The pull of the moon goddess is strong; I'd fuck her into oblivion if I could."
"Didn't you do that three-hundred years ago?" Lennox felt the smirk pull up on his cheeks.
"It was just a quickie, at a party. And it wasn't the moon goddess herself, although she was close, just a witch who very closely resembled her." Lux corrected.
"So, all your tales are lies?"
Lux's pointed ears twitched but when he saw the small smile Lennox offered, he relaxed. Lennox turned back to the dance floor searching for what he knew they both needed. Down on the floor near the speaker was a girl in a short dress, her muscular thighs displayed for the whole club. She had ditched her heels, dancing on the floor barefoot. Her honey blond hair was all over the place, curtaining her face as she twisted and turned to the beat. She seemed like a fine specimen, a tight ass, chest was at least do-able, it certainly looked good in the dress. Maybe Lennox would make sure she kept it on tonight.
"What do you think of that one?" He jerked his chin in her direction, Lux turned following the gaze. "The one by the speakers." Lux's eyes caught sight of the girl, his wide grin turning from cheerful to sinister catching sight of his fangs in the neon's, a sparkle in those sapphire eyes.
"To share or to keep?" His tone dropping to a new low octave.
"Share first. You are not the only one charged."
Lux disappeared in a hurry to the dance floor, Lennox turned to head further into the lounge. He planted himself on the white couch kicking his feet up on the glass table in front of him, heeled boots making contact with the table caused his red wine to ripple in its glass. It would seem that a life like this would be tedious and repetitive after doing it for so many years, but the twins had only owned Luxuria for the last two years. Before that they'd been separate in their endeavors, Lennox owned various properties, had extensive hobbies, all successful. Lux had been a male escort for many years, it was a job he could be good at, charming, seductive and to the ladies he was handsome.
The horns, eyes and tail vanished among humans-the glamour of their demonic nature making their more obvious appendages invisible to the naked eye. But they couldn't hide from each other, witches, or their five younger brothers. Lennox was the eldest of the seven sons, being eldest meant a heavy burden and responsibility. But he didn't see it that way. He didn't care what his brothers did with themselves, they were their own people, he wasn't their babysitter.
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Hello, loyal reader of your work here, I've been quiet for too long probably, considering how I eat up your carlando fics, too many thoughts and I'm shy, oops.
You sometimes invite to vent, so here I am, because of the last two chapters mostly. My brain of an artist just couldn't shut up at Carlos. If you like his art and you know he struggles financially, just commission him, commission him, commiss- argh. Commission him like Michelangelo was commissioned to do Sistine Chapel or whatever. And then there's story of my friend, that I can't stop thinking of while reading this, who dated a sex worker, and despite of not that high income as the certain character here, was ready to provide for their partner, so they wouldn't have to sell their body (said partner did not want to give it up though, so they broke up). Like!!! Commission him for stupid high price and you have a good excuse to make his life easier and maybe being able to drop sex work for survival thing! Like I get it, after the whole 'I pay you for the OF stuff' part, paying might feel icky, Lando's pride could make him refuse (he did not have this problem selling his ass to the other guy in ch 1 though and here it's about his supposedly dream work...), but- you already wanted to buy finished painting, so... goddamit, I'm getting too invested and solution oriented, adhd things ig, sorry for yelling 😅
And then there's the racing part, that I'm probably thinking too much about as well. That is for the past chapters, you made Carlos be Ferrari driver anyway, but if it's fanfiction, why not let imagination wander a bit more? Before his team affilation was mentioned and only that he's reigning wdc, I hoped that maybe in this fantasy reality he remained with RB (Merc taking Max in 2015 or 2017, so he was never in RB, CS eventually becoming their main guy after beating DR when it mattered or whatever - there's also this rally driver!Carlos thing that I can't stop thinking about, but that's waaay off topic). Not that it matters, it's just that I can't imagine Ferrari doing things right even in fanfiction, lol. I'm trying not to get too much into how you imagined Carlos getting that concussion with all the HANS, roll hops and halos, because I guess it's my problem being overly attached to details in story that is basically porn with plot and feelings, so bit of drama is a must have, especially considering how amazing your writing for that part is. I hope you don't think I'm taking away anything from where you're going with the story, just some of my own thoughts and your works give me a lot of those, in a positive way.
Okay, I think I vented all I wanted? There are some older fics of yours that I probably should have written similiar wall of text about, but that's it for now 😅
Hi anon! First, thanks for writing out your thoughts - second, happy to touch on some of these:
I totally understand the want for Carlos to commission Lando's work, and I think Carlos actually shares your exact frustration - he has the means to provide for Lando, it would be so easy. But like you said, it's a transaction-based power dynamic that neither of them want in their romantic relationship. He offered by buying the painting, in a way, and Lando's hesitance told him all he needed to know about whether he wanted his financial help.
In regards to Carlos' team, I actually never said he was a Ferrari driver! I didn't name his team at all in this fic – I didn't think it was important to the story, and allows the fic to be kind of timeless in a way.
For the concussion, there are loads of ways to get concussed, from whiplash to flying debris - the Halo's just make it more likely to be just a concussion and not d*ath. As you said, though, i'ts fiction and we love a bit of drama ;)
I try and make things as realistic as possible in my fics, bc glaring plot holes drive me up the wall - so I feel ya. I should have the next chapter posted soon, I hope you're enjoying it!
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I was gonna do this under a read more, but fuck it. You get to deal with me now.
Nothing is truly original and people need to get over this fact.
Yes, you can make original work, but someone, somewhere is going to find a correlation to an existing thing. It doesn't matter if the original work's artist has never seen what they're referencing, it came from somewhere.
The last truly original thing I have ever seen be created was the Cannonball Loop in Action Park, NJ. And you wanna know something about this monstrosity?
This thing never opened to the public because it was too dangerous even for the testers. Gene Mulvihill was apparently trying to pay people to try this death trap. His own son was even hesitant to try it. The last truly originally creative thing I've ever seen was a death trap waiting to happen.
Human creativity builds off of what it sees; changing it into something for an individual's own palette. A good portion of the time, it's a subconscious thing, you don't even realize that you create something that's similar to something else. It could be something even as simple as "I saw this thing a while back" and just forgot until you see it again.
I linked this before, and I'll link it again. TomSka's video on plagiarism in the arts. He talks specifically about his own experiences with plagiarism (both actual and not actual plagiarism). In all honesty, I do urge every creative to watch.
I shared this a while back specifically for his "Somerton Scale". Here it is typed out.
No Correlation -> Parallel Thinking -> Subconscious Appropriation -> Inspiration -> Influence -> Reference -> Allusion -> Derivative -> Imitative -> Cloning
So, obvious, the first point (no correlation) and final point (cloning) are straightforward. No plagiarism and blatant plagiarism. It's those in between points that I see far too many people get their fucking panties in a bunch. Most specifically, the two points I want to talk about; parallel thinking and subconscious appropriation.
The first two points kind of go hand in hand. Parallel thinking is the process of two unrelated people having the same idea. Now, why do I personally say that this goes hand in hand with subconscious appropriation? Well, there's a reason why certain riffs in music are called earworms or why an idea might sometimes be called a brainworm. You get an idea from somewhere that you love and you make it your own.
Let's take, for example, I dunno... Counting freckles on your partner. I can't begin to tell you how many times I have read this, quite frankly trope in free harlequin ebooks on Amazon. I used to have time to read a lot when I was younger and I didn't care what it was, as long as it was reading material. Did they all steal that idea from one another? No, they didn't. It's honestly a very human thing that actual real humans do. A person doing something to create a mental image of their partner; wanting to engrave every little detail into their minds. That is an adorable thought and a lot of people do it. I know I would.
It's these two points that I always see people throw the biggest, most absolute infantile tantrums. And, almost 98% of the time, it's always the only correlation between two pieces is the same idea. Yeah, you know my "Elect Death for President" art I recently did? I highly doubt I'm the first person to make art of such a dark concept. Especially since I even got the idea from the Wednesday 13 song of the same name. I'm also writing a fic based off the Creature Feature song A Gorey Demise, which was based off of The Gashlycrumb Tinies. Just because I'm using the lyrics of the song for the chapter titles, it doesn't mean it's plagiarism. Now, if I used the lyrics for the chapter titles, didn't tell anybody that it was based off of a song, and possibly changed the name of the story? Yeah, that might be a different story. But even then, that would more fall into the category of allusion (thinly).
As I previously mentioned, we see and hear things we like, it doesn't matter what the media is. Music, stories, movies, tv shows, even just the world around us, and locks it away into a place that we call our own. We make up our own little ideas based off of these things our minds take in; it gets twisted into our own personal tastes. Sometimes people just don't remember where they might get an idea from. Or, they do know, but it's just a small thing, it's not worth mentioning. That doesn't make an idea plagiarism.
Now, I wanna swing the topic slightly for a moment. Character creation and theft. I'm gonna be blunt with you guys, some of my characters are stolen... to a degree. What do I mean by this?
Savino and his brothers; they were all my and an ex-friend's rendition of The Midnight Crew from an old roleplay we'd had going on for like two years. Yes, Homestuck Midnight Crew. By the time I actually took control of the lot of them, they were shadows of their former selves; the only thing distinguishing them from what they were originally being that I hadn't actually made them human at that point or changed their names. If I'd never said anything, there's literally only like two people who would've known that they were originally a roleplay version of the homestuck characters.
The same thing with Jason. He's my former Turbo from my Wreck-It Ralph rp blog days. Now, granted, my Turbo was already pretty disjointed from WiR even in his initial creation, but once I left that era of my life, I didn't want to just throw him into the pit. I still wanted to use him for something; I loved him too much to do that. A fresh coat of paint, a new backstory, and he's now a part of my Fallout line up. Doesn't negate where he came from, however. But, again, if I hadn't said anything, only maybe two or three people would have known.
However, these characters are so disjointed from their original content that they're not that anymore and haven't been associated with their former selves for a long time. Without mentioning anything, most people would be none the wiser unless you previously knew me from those eras of my life. And I am still further developing these characters to further disjoint them from their origins. Vague references at best (Savino and his brothers initials being the same, as well as their crew still being called the Midnight Crew or Jason still sporting the facial markings I'd originally given my Turbo).
There's no real excuse to steal another person's character, however. Outright laying claim or using another person's character for any reason, especially without doing any sort of changes is no different than plagiarism. And, quite frankly, you must be quite the miserable person to do as such. Kinda makes me wonder, what else are you hiding.
Sure, it's possible to have a character that's similar to somebody else's without realizing it until someone points it out. It does happen, quite a lot. However, I also see it more often than naught someone just sees a character, hates how the original creator is portraying them, and then steals it. When they're called out about it, they throw a temper tantrum, claiming that it's totally their own character for sure. Some people are just cheeky cunts and extremely blatant about it.
Theft/plagiarism isn't something that should be taken lightly. Nor is it something that you should just throw around willy fucking nilly. It's a serious claim. And to claim something that you know doesn't actually fall under plagiarism/theft, honestly makes you a shit human being. It's time to learn that not everything you do isn't actually original.
I'll be the first to tell you, just because I ran my shit through a plagiarism checker and got 100% original content? Doesn't mean that I'm not the first person to come up with a brothel in a church or a scummy bad guy kidnapping someone for leverage to rule something. I'm not the first person to write two friends having drunken sex. And I know I won't be the last. You certainly aren't going to be the first to create your ideas either. But you also won't be the last, either.
Just, sit in your little bubble and create. And stay in your own goddamn lane. Unless it's actually, legitimately a beat-for-beat recreation of your work; just shut up. It's not as original as you might think it is.
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I've weathered many a fandom, and something I noticed about OFMD is that--while I've seen damn near every kink under the sun take off with the fans--there isn't a lot of feedist/weight gain/belly kink arts/fic. And I wonder if it's because OFMD already features multiple sexy fat characters, all of whom are allowed to be richly complex and human?
At first I'd thought it would be the opposite, show with multiple fat characters overflowing with belly kink fan work. But then I looked back on the fandoms I've been in, and feedism content seemed to show up more if there weren't a lot or any fat characters, and what fat characters were around were just one note and not allowed to be their own person.
Reminds me of how, in stories not featuring a lot of queer people, fans chomp at the bit to headcanon canonically cishet characters as some flavor of queer.
Like if there's *lack* of representation fans will compensate, whether it's headcanoning a straight character as gay or having a canon thin character gain a bunch of weight. But in stoires like in OFMD, there's less likelihood of fans trying to make up for a lack of rep *because* there's no lack. The rep is there and it's good.
Or maybe I'm just totally off base. I've def rambled on in your ask box, that's for sure
To be honest I don't quite relate to what you mean because to me OFMD is the only fandom I've felt like I've been a part of a community of feedists in, haha. Forgive me if you weren't saying this and I've read it wrong, but I think you're saying there's not much belly kink content for OFMD?? I often think about how I'm fascinated by the fact that, in my eyes, belly kink content took off in this fandom. Although you're right that there's not that much art out there except for my own, haha. I have seen other people draw like, fat Izzy and stuff, but mostly on commission. I don't know if I can find those links rn but I'll look around later on and maybe reblog this post.
I know I don't get a lot of interaction on this blog and my fics aren't THAT popular but between the discord server and the fact I don't have much experience with getting attention in larger fandoms but there's been a fair amount of engagement with my feedism fics in this fandom AND I've read a lot of belly fic in this fandom, it seems to me like belly kink is fairly accepted here?
There's also just a general appreciation for the softness of bodies in fic in this fandom, I tend to find. It's more common than in other fandoms for non-belly kink fic to mention soft bellies. Well, it's no Good Omens fandom, where the belly stuff is sorta almost taken as a given and it's borderline kink and goes untagged sometimes too it's so inherent to the main pairing, but the OFMD fandom certainly has an appreciation for softness of the body types of the middle-aged main pairing.
I don't know exactly what other fandoms you're referencing, maybe big fandoms that just inherently have bigger sample sizes for people of all different kinks, but OFMD seems pretty full of belly stuff to me? And a lot more of it seems really loving and comes with plot and character study than I've sometimes seen in other fandoms where there's nothing but the belly stuff in the belly content, to a point it almost seems, for lack of a better word, dehumanising? Or, lacks romance, anyway. Most of the belly stuff I encounter in OFMD is very horny but also has a sweetness to it, or like, comes along with fairly common and enticing fanfic plots, maybe even some angst, just overall a lot of heart and a lot of dimension.
You'll find the majority of feedist-themed OFMD fic under this and that search, I think. I'm sure you didn't need any help with this but I really do think there's a fair amount of it out there. I'm also friends with people who are often working on more of it at any given time.
I know what you mean about the compensation thing though. Like, I reckon when it comes to the ratio of feedist fic to normal fic, there's probably not as much in the Sherlock fandom, but there's more numerically, I think. And it's not at all a fandom you'd guess from the canon would have any belly content in it. I think it makes more sense in Supernatural because there's a lot more food and eating in the canon there, but then you've also got characters who just never seem to gain any weight, and yeah, like. That can drive people a bit nuts. I can't quite think of other examples now but feel free to let me know. Still, I don't think, when you think about the fact there's a lot less fic for OFMD overall (especially because it's existed for a lot less time!!! these other fandoms have been producing content and active for years!) then there's actually quite a bit of belly fic. There really could be more art tho tbh... I am talking to a Void here lmaooo...
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I read a post of yours before about the lack of knowledge of eroticity in ben10 fandom. you know what? You are right.
But in my defense I am from another continent in the Pizza-Mandolino country.
Okay, you know what? Fuck it, let's do this. Prepare for a VERY long, VERY biased rant about erotic works and sexuality that is entirely based on my own personal thoughts/experiences and nothing else.
Please feel free to stop reading at any time if it begins to make you uncomfortable.
Let's preface this by saying that I masturbate to fan creations. I'm an adult, I'm into kinky freak shit, I'm not going to pretend that I have a pure, intellectual reason for being passionate about smut, okay? Okay.
The Ben 10 fandom has some of the most boring, tepid, vanilla smut I've seen in a fandom in a while, which is saying a lot. I've seen more emotional and kinky shit from Miraculous Ladybug fans.
And that's fine, I guess, if that's what you get off to. I'm not here to kink shame. I just think it's a tragedy for a show like Ben 10 to give us so many different alien species and character dynamics, and then when I scroll through the fandom tag on Twitter or Rule 34, all I get is big tits, ten-year-old Gwen with a hyper-inflated ass, and footjobs.
For fuck's sake, the Ben 10 NSFW community looks like a DeviantArt gallery for The Loud House, and it sucks.
Maybe being a Homestuck fan in my teenage years spoiled me. High school is about the time when people start to really dive into their fetishes, and I was fortunate enough to be in a fandom that was absolutely drowning in sodden alien pussy, tentacle cocks, and hate sex.
I don't just mean the tentabulges were nice, though. Homestuck smut has horn play, pheromones, different anatomy headcanons, monsterfucking, fighting that dissolves into sex, and some of the most tooth-rottingly tender sex scenes ever put to the screen.
I've read a fic where Dave got eggs unwittingly shoved up his ass by an alien beast five times his size, and it drugged him with a natural aphrodisiac so that he enjoyed it. I've read a bodyswap DaveKat fic that was so filled with self-hatred and mutual loathing that it looped all the way around into being incredibly intimate and overflowing with trust. I've seen fanart of mind control, wing play, micro/macro, milking, and quite a few different art pieces that make creative use of God Tier immortality for some guro corpse-fucking. Hell, I've seen kinks that I didn't even know were a thing thanks to Homestuck.
And what does the Ben 10 fandom give me? Ben and Gwen having missionary sex. Again. I'm used to full-course meals, and now that I've switched my primary fandoms, I'm starving!
I have nothing against incest ships. I actually love them. I can't get off to porn if nothing illegal is going on, y'know? But it's become painfully obvious to me that the queer folks who drew Dave finger-fucking Dirk's decapitated neck stump are not AT ALL the same as the cishet men who are making 3D models of Gwen's bone-dry loli pussy.
It's sort of infuriating to me, personally, that the Ben 10 erotica scene is filled to the brim with people who are still salivating over the same version of Gwen that gave them their first boner twenty years ago, and who can't get off to Vulpimancers unless it's a female one with huge tits.
You know the Chaquetrix trend that started over on Twitter? It encapsulates everything I hate about current-day Ben 10 smut. It's awful. It's so painfully boring.
These fucking cretins took the concept of alien-fucking and made it BORING! It's infuriating!
I went through old-school Ben 10 smut on Rule 34. I'm talking porn that's probably older than some of the newbies in this fandom. I immediately found Grandpa Max with his hairy cock out (bear representation, fat, hairy belly and all!), Four Arms with two dicks, Grandma Verdona fucking Gwen with her hair tendrils, and Myaxx with a squid pussy that's lined with razor-sharp barbs.
So I know it's not impossible. Freaks and weirdos clearly used to populate this fandom! I have no idea what changed, where they went, who hurt them... But it deeply saddens me.
If I scroll through the Ben 10 tag on Twitter right now, I can find Grey Matter with tits, a mockery of female "Brainstorm" that's just a normal, human woman with orange skin and pointed fingers, straight people having vanilla sex (ALWAYS with ten-year-old Ben), and foot fetish posts, of course.
It fucking sucks. It really does. Where is Zs'Skayr putting his tendrils to good use? Where is Way Big fingering someone? A Vulpimancer eating someone out with their insane tongues? Ultimate Kevin having some freaky nasty sex with Gwen?
Where is the creativity?
I'm not even asking for good characterization and interesting dynamics! Just anything other than the same old shit I can find on the front page of DeviantArt. The intimacy of Kevin and Ben trusting each other enough to sleep together. The hunger of Elena wanting to consume the only thing she loves. The sheer anger that might push someone like Albedo into a fervent kiss. Anything at all!
For the love of fucking God, this fandom is so disgustingly milquetoast. If you're a freak, I'm begging you to watch this fucking show. Please. For my own sanity.
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