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Webs We Weave
@dukexietyweek 2024 Day 6 - Rockstars + Stuffed Animals
Word Count: 3016 (Ao3)
Rating: T
Characters: Virgil, Remus, Patton, Remy, Andy, Dragon Witch (Millie)
Pairings: Dukexiety, Remdy (Shorts Sleepxiety)
Warnings: ftm!remus, hitch hiking, anxiety, mild threats, sex mention
Remus is an avid fan of Webs We Weave, and his internet crush just so happened to give him to tickets to every show on their latest tour. Naturally, this disaster fanboy is going to make it to all those shows without questioning his friend's connections, even if he has to hitchhike to get there! But hitchhiking can have unexpected consequences!
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Remus was not just an average fanboy. He was obsessed with his favorite band, their music and seeing them perform. Every show was amazing and he craved the rush of the crowd. So what if he was following the band on tour by any means necessary? He wasn't stalking them, just chasing the sound and the thrill.
His own brother couldn't stop him when he got tickets to every show, not even asking how he afforded them. They were gifts from a friend from Tumblr, and crush if he were being honest. And they were legit! He swore he would bend over any way xxelectric-spider-rainxx wanted him to!
After three nights of musical ecstasy, Remus was perched in a big rig truck, headed for the next city on his list. The driver, a bespectacled man with a heart of gold, was kind enough to offer him a meal on the drive.
“So, kiddo, you said you were going to meet your friend and go to a concert, what group is worth the risk?” the driver, Patton asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Have you heard of Webs We Weave?” Remus asked and took a sip of his slushie. He could go on about them if he wanted, from Millie Drake's fire vocals, to Remy Traum’s bass riffs. But he didn't have to.
“Have I ever!” Patton laughed, “My son is in that band!”
“He is?!” Remus gawked. He wasn't digging into their personal lives, but he knew a lot about their back stories, except for Virgil Hawthorne. That beefcake drummer was so mysterious.
“Yuppers!” Patton giggled, “I can't tell you how proud I am of him for making it so far with his friends! He would spend all his free time playing those drums until my ex got a headache!”
“You’re Virgil's dad?” Remus gasped. Now that he thought about it, Patton had a similar smile and build to the drummer, only he was a little bigger in the middle. He could believe it.
“That’s my boy! He's such a sweet kid, sent me a backstage pass good for every show on this tour! I feel bad I won't be able to make any of them, but he knows how much I support him!” Patton said with a sly grin, “If you want it, it's in the glovebox, right next to his old bunny.”
“Really?” Remus gasped and set his drink in the cupholder before he made a mess. He opened the glovebox and saw the pass and an old black bunny toy that was well loved, obviously stitched together with white floss. Its eyes were white X's and its left ear was missing fuzz on the tip.
“Yeah! I'd hate for it to go to waste, and I think he'd like you,” Patton responded, “And if you do take it, can you give him Mr. Fuzzy? He loves that bunny!”
“You trust me not to keep it?” Remus gawked.
“Yeah, you don't seem like the crazed type of fan who would. Plus you need to have faith in people.”
“That’s really idealistic,” Remus said and carefully tucked the pass and bunny into his bag, “But you don't have to worry, I'll get it to him. It's the least I can do for the ride and food!”
“Thanks Remus,” Patton said and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, “Mind if I put on some dad tunes?”
“Classic rock?” Remus grinned, “Only if you let me sing along!”
Patton beamed and turned on the radio. He was happy he decided to pick up this hitchhiker, and happier that he might've found Virgil's newest friend.
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“Ugh, you have to stop pacing, Virge!” a young man with shaggy brunette hair groaned from where he lounged on the couch.
“I can't help it!” Virgil, a large man with even shaggier black and purple hair, snapped. He was chewing his thumbnail and walking the length of the dressing room. The other two band members were getting coffee, leaving the two most anxious messes to wait.
“You'll run out of energy before we go on. Isn't there something else you can do?” Andy groaned and adjusted his jeans.
“I left Mr. Fuzzy with my dad and running a lap around the building will drain me faster. What else can I do, Andy?”
“I don't know—why are you freaking out?” Andy huffed and crossed his arms, hugging his chest for some security.
“I haven't heard anything from them in days, and their blog is all queued. What if they hate me? What if they're in trouble? What if they're just busy or too excited to go online? What if they show up at this show? I won't be able to recognize them. What if they're a creep? What if I put us all in danger?” Virgil rambled. Andy rolled his eyes.
“You gave them a ticket to every show. They're bound to show up at some point.”
“My dad got tickets to every show and he's never shown up,” Virgil argued and ran a hand through his hair.
“You didn't notice, did you?”
“Notice what?”
“There's been one person at all of the shows so far in the front row. Your Tumblr buddy is probably taking advantage of those tickets.”
“Why didn't you tell me sooner?! I've been shirtless on stage every time!” Virgil yelped and lunged at Andy, grabbing him by the shoulders, eyes bugging out of his skull.
“Dude. We only had three shows, all in the same area. I'm not jumping to conclusions yet,” Andy yelped. Virgil was too strong for his own good.
Virgil immediately let go of him and shrank back. He knew he was overreacting but he couldn't calm down. He flopped on the couch and groaned.
“Why do you care so much? Especially about the shirt thing? You don't know what they look like or their pronouns,” Andy huffed, “Don't tell me—you have a crush.”
Virgil curled into himself and grumbled. He couldn't stop himself from feeling. He was freaking out over a crush like some teenager and he was making a mess of his band.
It was so stupid. He only knew their username, krakendickenpuss, and that they could handle his bluntness and his rants. They actually liked talking to him about monsters, movies, and music. They were the first person in a long time he could connect with, without his mild game getting in the way. They were lewd and flirty but they never crossed any lines, and they were just so adorable!
“Oh god, you do,” Andy gasped and got up. He needed some water and a snack and the vending machine was outside.
“I'll grab a gatorade for you,” Andy said and opened the door.
“Hi!”
Andy yelped and jumped back. He was not expecting a little man to be at the door with his fist raised, especially not one he swore he saw at the last couple of shows. Virgil jumped to his feet and got between Andy and the intruder, ready to fight.
“Oh! Perfect!” the man cheered, “Millie and Remy said you were here!”
“Who are you and how did you get back here?” Virgil snarled, ready to fight. A good scuffle might have been just the thing he needed to calm his nerves.
“I'm Remus,” the man said with a shiver. Virgil assumed it was just evidence this guy was intimidated. Remus was enthralled—what could be hotter than a big strong guy getting protective of his friends? A big strong shirtless guy getting protective of his friends!
“Virge—” Andy muttered, his heart still racing.
“I can handle this,” Virgil said curtly and nudged him towards the couch before his knees gave out.
“I was looking for you since Venomousse got off the stage! I need to give you something! I promise it's not dangerous!” Remus beamed. He was damn cute, and Virgil hated that.
“How did you get backstage?” Virgil pressed and loomed over him menacingly. They didn't sell backstage passes, not even for the press.
“I have a pass!” Remus chirped and held up his lanyard with the pass.
“Where did you get that?” Virgil snapped and grabbed him by the shirt, lifting poor, aroused Remus off the ground.
“Your dad gave it to me! He's a really nice guy! He gave me a ride and I didn't even have to offer any suckies!” Remus said without an inkling of fear. He would have killed to get socked in the jaw by his favorite drummer! He would kill for this man to do so much more than that!
“What?!”
“I know! He's a good guy! He asked me to give you something!” Remus said, “So can you put me down? You're stretching my binder.”
“If you hurt him, I swear I'll—”
“Call him. He should be fine,” Remus cut him off, “My binder won't be if you keep holding me like this. I don't have another one with me! Unless you want to see these lumps—all you have to do is say so!”
Virgil immediately dragged him into the dressing room and dropped him on the couch by Andy. Remus landed with a thud and scrambled to get his gym bag off his back.
Andy watched him dig through his bag when Virgil called his dad. He was pacing again and biting his thumb.
“Heya kiddo!” Andy could hear Patton greeting his son, “Sorry I couldn't make it tonight! I just crossed into the next state!”
“Dad, are you okay?” Virgil gasped.
“I'm not in Oklahoma!” Patton giggled, “But I'm alright. Are you okay? You sound stressed.”
“Did you pick up a hitchhiker?” Virgil asked and bit his lip. He didn't even notice Remus pulling something out of his bag.
“I did, but don't worry, I dropped him off and I'm safe. Actually, he was headed to your concert, so I sent him with something to give you since you probably need it,” Patton said brightly, “His name is Remus, he's short and stocky, has a little mustache. I think he was wearing green shorts and a black tank top.”
“What did you give him?” Virgil demanded, getting even more tense by the second.
“This!” Remus butted in loudly and held up the stuffed bunny for Virgil to see.
Virgil’s jaw dropped. There was no way this Remus guy was holding Mr. Fuzzy.
“Oh it sounds like you found him!” Patton said over the phone. It was hard to miss Remus' voice!
“I gotta go, Kiddo, break a leg tonight!” Patton said after a beat of silence.
“Thanks, Dad,” Virgil choked out and hung up the phone. Virgil hung up and stowed his phone almost robotically.
He stared at Remus for a long moment, trying to make sense of the situation. Andy was uncomfortable with the silence, but Remus seemed to be at ease.
The tension snapped when Virgil snatched the toy from Remus and held it to his chest.
“Tell anyone about this and you're dead,” Virgil growled and rubbed the bunny’s ear between his fingers.
“About what? How you're taller and beefier than the photos let on? That you got aggressive enough to make me cream my pants?” Remus jeered and wiggled his shoulders, “Because only one other person will know what happened when I met you! And they won't believe me anyway!”
“He's having a really anxious moment,” Andy cut in, “He really isn't aggressive. Whoever you plan on telling, mention that part.”
“Who are you telling?” Virgil asked warily as he finally started calming down.
“A friend on Tumblr. They gave me the tickets so I want to tell them all about it when I don't have to watch my phone battery!” Remus beamed.
Virgil's face blanched.
“Your friend gave you tickets, plural?” Andy asked with a smirk, “So we'll see you at other shows?”
“Hell yeah! I'll be at every show! I can't believe they could give me so many tickets!” Remus beamed, “So don't get any ideas about calling me a stalker!”
“Oh god, you plan on hitchhiking to all of them?” Andy gawked and got up. He still needed a snack, and he had to find Remy and Millie.
“Yup! But I'm a tough puppy! I can handle anyone!” Remus beamed. Virgil stared at him like he was insane.
“Geez,” Andy sighed, “I'm hitting the vending machine. Do you want anything?”
“Gatorade or iced tea if they have it,” Remus said and dug into his bag. He could pay for his own drink!
“It's on me,” Andy cut him off and headed for the door. Once Andy was gone, Virgil’s anxiety started creeping over him again. Virgil was going to kill Andy.
“So, uh, your friend on Tumblr gave you tickets?” Virgil muttered, not daring to look at Remus.
“Yeah!! Electric Spider Rain has some crazy connections! When I finally get to meet them I'm totally smooching their breath away! I would've done that even without the tickets,” Remus giggled.
“Krakendickenpuss?” Virgil asked, praying that he didn't just threaten his crush.
Remus squealed and pounced, intending to hug him on the floor. He wrapped his arms and legs around the drummer and rubbed his cheek on Virgil's shoulder.
“I can't believe it's really you!” Remus squealed, “Who would've thought that the person I've been talking to online is actually the sickest drummer in the world!”
“I can't believe you decided to hitchhike around to get to every show without telling me,” Virgil scoffed incredulously.
“You would have tried to stop me!” Remus giggled, “And then I would have never gotten to meet you!”
Virgil set Remus on his feet, only for Remus to hug his waist and nuzzle his chest. Virgil was beet red but gingerly hugged back with one arm. Mr. Fuzzy didn't need to be crushed any further.
“You know I can't let you hitchhike to get to the rest of the shows without worrying,” Virgil said softly.
“But I don't want to miss the rest of the shows! You guys are my favorite band and you gave me all those tickets!” Remus whined, “And I want to spend time with you in person!”
“Then join us on the bus,” a woman said as she entered the room. She had a knowing smirk on her ruby lips and long dark hair. She had two guys trailing her, a twink in sunglasses and Andy.
“Millie, you can't be serious,” Virgil huffed, “What if we get in trouble for kidnapping or worse?”
“My brother knows I'm hitchhiking so you don't have to worry about that!” Remus pipped up, refusing to let go of Virgil.
“I'm serious, we talked about it. I would rather have some mild trouble with the law than him getting hurt,” Millie shrugged, “You would've suggested it too.”
Virgil couldn't blush any harder. Not only was Milie suggesting bringing Remus along, but she and Remy could see Mr. Fuzzy in his arm. There was no way out of this.
“As long as he doesn't knock you up, it's fine,” Remy added and sipped on his iced coffee.
“So it's fine,” Virgil muttered, “Since that's impossible.”
“It's not impossible the other way around!” Remus jeered, “But I'll behave! Even if you're shirtless and sweaty!” To make things worse, he rubbed his face against Virgil's chest.
“Since that's settled, introductions?” Millie hummed and sat down. Andy dragged Remy away from the dressing room, probably to tell him to keep his mouth shut about the stuffed animal.
“I'm Remus! Remus Reyes Cuesta!” the little imp beamed and finally let go of Virgil, “And his internet friend!”
Millie narrowed her eyes at him and studied his face.
“Is your brother Roman?”
“Yup! How did you know?”
“Do you remember Millicent Wieczorek?” she hummed. Remus' face lit up.
“No way! Is that you? You kicked his ass in middle school! He totally deserved it, so I'm not mad! I was so sad when you had to move away! What are the odds we meet again here?”
“Yeah, he can ride with us. He's safe. Just like Mr. Fuzzy,” Millie said to Virgil.
“Uh,” Virgil hesitated. Millie shrugged and grinned at him.
“I still sleep with Barfolomew the cat dragon. I'm not judging you. Remy might, but his boytoy is grilling him. Actually I should make sure they aren't making out in a closet. You two have fun.”
With that she got up and left Remus and Virgil alone. Virgil was absolutely mortified.
“Sit! Sit!” Remus chirped and patted the seat next to him. Virgil reluctantly sat down and let Remus lean on him.
“Thanks for the tickets and the ride. And for showing me your dark side! It's hot!”
“Sorry about that, I was out of line,” Virgil wilted and hugged Mr. Fuzzy. Remus pouted and scooted closer.
“It's okay, Virgil. I'm not hurt, just turned on. Who knew my celebrity crush would be my Internet crush, and who knew he was feral and a sweetheart?”
“Crush?”
“Yup! I won't deny it!” Remus giggled, “But don't think that means I'm coming on to you. I can behave! Even if I'm jealous of that bunny!”
“Why would you be jealous of a toy?” Virgil huffed. He was practically squeezing the life out of it.
“Because you love it, and more importantly, you're hugging it to those bara tiddies!” Remus jeered. He was pleasantly surprised when Virgil wrapped an arm around him.
“I-I like you too,” he said shyly, “But let's not rush into anything.”
“I can work with that!” Remus beamed, “I'm gonna go back out to the pit, and I'll come back here after your set.”
“You can leave the bag, no one will steal anything,” Virgil said and loosened his hold on his bunny.
“Really? Thanks Virgil! You're the best!” Remus beamed and kissed his cheek.
He bopped to his feet and giggled at how Virgil's blush traveled to his shoulders. He waved cheekily and skipped out of the dressing room, letting Virgil follow him with his eyes.
Virgil touched his cheek where Remus kissed him and smiled like an idiot.
That night he performed better than ever before.
#sanders sides#virgil sanders#remus sanders#dukexiety#patton sanders#remy sanders#andy sanders#dragon witch#dukexietyweek2024#day 6#bonus prompt: stuffed animals#ftm!remus#sex mention tw#mild threats tw#hitchhiking mention tw#sandyscribed
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AAAAAAA ur reading house of leaves??? im buying that next week thats so cool! do u have any book recs? or recs in general shows movies etc
I AM!! I'm several chapters in and super enjoying it, although reading it alone in a tiny hotel room in the middle of nowhere was a Distinct Mistake.
As for recs! I'm going to specifically go for stuff that isn't super mainstream, in the hopes that I'll recommend you something you have never heard of before. Here's some stuff for you!
Podcasts
Dreamboy - one-season podcast from Night Vale Presents, definitely one of their less-known ones. Explicit in places, what I would describe as AO3 M-rated sex scenes. A worn-out musician ends up embroiled in inexplicable events in a small town, and also there's a murderous zebra and fossils that want to fuck. It's a musical cinematic podcast masterpiece, I'll always be sad there's only one season.
Apocrypals - nonfiction. Two non-believers read through the Bible and try not to be jerks about it. If you're interested in theology and apocryphal texts but have no idea where to start, this is such a good place. The hosts are delightful, and have a really nice way of taking you through all the various layers of Biblical scholarly nonsense. Considerable backlog of episodes, but worth listening through from the beginning. Weirdly, there's continuity.
Til Death Do Us Blart - five poor fools watch Paul Blart Mall Cop 2 every Thanksgiving from now until the end of eternity, and report back yearly on their mental state. You may think to yourself 'wow, that doesn't sound like a good time'. It isn't, to the hosts. To anyone listening along, it's fucking hilarious. Nine episodes so far, and it's a single episode per year, so plenty of time to catch up.
Web Series
The Monument Mythos - Several seasons. surreal analogue horror alternate history of America told through a series of videos of varying format. Brilliantly absurd, fucked up, and horrifying by turns (sometimes all at once).
No Evil - ongoing animated series, made mostly by a single person. Please don't immediately wave it off because of the colorful anthropormorphic animals. The mythology is amazing, the animation is sublime, and the music is haunting. The pacing is a bit strange at first, and you may be confused at the way the plot moves, but you have to understand that it's all part of its charm. I think about No Evil way too much.
Dances Moving - you may know Brian David Gilbert from his work at Polygon, and his more recent absurdist Youtube ventures. This is from way before that! It's a fun and gradually heartwrenching musical exploration of a local dance group and what it means to move away from home. Seven short episodes.
ENA - this one is a bit more mainstream, so you may know it already. Who knows what's going on in the world of ENA? Definitely not me. Absurdism at its finest. Bizarre architecture, strange characters, if it's a metaphor I don't know what it's about, but the vibes are immaculate. Three actual episodes of varying length, apparently there's a video game set to come out soon-ish?
An Unauthorized Fan Treatise - serialized story. If you're a fan of internet drama a la Msscribe, you're going to adore it. It's a fiction story about a fictional fandom, and one massively messed up person who decides that two of the lead actors in her favorite show are secretly dating and sets out to prove it with a cited multi-chapter essay. And then it gets wild.
Comics
The Property of Hate - a wonderfully dynamic and colorful webcomic about a young girl getting chosen to become a make-believe world's Hero. Puns and wordplay galore. Absolutely delightful characters and worldbuilding. Ongoing.
Eat the Rich - a young woman goes to meet her boyfriend's extremely rich family, and learns their horrifying secret. Warning: cannibalism. 5 issues, complete.
Beanworld - impossible to describe, but I'll try. An absurdist semiabstract musing on the nature of life and cycles and community, set in a world where the rules are weirdly two-dimensional and you as a reader get weirdly invested in the routines and cycles that the inhabitants follow. And all of the main characters are cute lil bean guys. If you read anything on this list, do this one. (Linked is the only online version I could find, and it's not up-to-date. I own all the omnibuses in print. If you liked what you read here, I recommend tracking them down too.)
Short Stories (in no particular order, and certainly not all my favorites - just the ones I had bookmarked and on hand)
Bride, Knife, Flaming Horse - a young Indian woman looks for marriage in the fantastical, and finds several suitors
Fish (in 13 sections) - an obsessive unpacks a bewildering insult. Just, really fun.
Fandom For Robots - a robot discovers anime, and definitely doesn't have big feelings about it
Informed Consent Logs From The Soul-Swap Clinic - two people decide to swap bodies, for somewhat murky reasons.
The Magician's Apprentice - a young girl learns magic from her mentor. This one's about grooming. But not like that. But also a lot like that. But also it's so much more fucked up than that. (This one is a MEGA favorite, it's by Tamsyn Muir. Who you may recognize as the author of the Locked Tomb series - I'd rec that too here, if it wasn't definitely too mainstream for what I'm going for. Read this. And also read the Locked Tomb.)
The Tale of the Foolish King Who Banished Music - it's a snippet of a longer Doctor Who audio drama, but stands so nicely on its own. Unnerving little fairy tale.
The Spider - 1908 horror story about a man trying to figure out why so many men have spontaneously committed suicide in a specific hotel room. It's basically a TMA statement, in more ways than one.
Video Games
What Did Veronica Dream Of? - strange little rpgmaker puzzle game. Obtuse and weird, and I adore it. I wish I could explain why.
Secret Little Haven - point-and-click about being a trans girl on the internet in 1999. Completely nails the tone it's going for. Period-typical homo- and transphobia.
Linelith - a short (1-hour) puzzle game with no plot and no characters, and yet it contains one of the greatest plot-twists of all time. I'm begging you to play it immediately.
Lingo - puzzle game about linguistics, words, non-Euclidean goemetry, and figuring out an endless series of rules in a constantly expanding world. RIDICULOUSLY clever and good, and I've been playing it almost continuously for the last few months. It's got so much content for such a reasonable price, and the community-made maps add even more content (and are also excellent). If English isn't your first language, you may struggle, but otherwise - grab a bunch of friends and stream it. It's better with friends helping you out, I can guarantee it.
For A Change - a 1999 interactive fiction game about raising the sun in a world where words do not mean what you think they mean. If you're familiar with old text-based games, go ahead and play it - otherwise, you may want to read this transcript of a group of people playing it together instead.
Other Things
Carmilla - the classic 1800s lesbian vampire novella. I read it very recently, and it's extremely good. Absolutely delivers on the lesbian vampire premise in full gory detail, although do be aware that it was written in the context of homophobic fear.
Alberio - very fun light musical about two siren brothers reconnecting under less-than-ideal circumstances.
Mosquitoes - stage play about life and families and physics (theoretical and practical both). Very heavy topics, pulls no punches. The Boson's final monologue always wrecks me.
Ghost Quartet - musical/song cycle/experience about love, death, alcohol, and (of course) ghosts. Lots of cyclical stories and time travel weirdness. All of the songs are incredible.
Yankee and the Foreigners - music group that performs delightful upbeat covers of songs in animal onesies. Their Bare Necessities cover is a favorite of mine.
I'm sure there's lots more things I could rec (not a lot of books or movies here, huh? sorry about that. I immediately forgot everything I've ever read and watched) but these were the things that came to mind when I sat down and wrote this list, so hopefully there's something new and good for you in here!
#not tss#recs#asks#if any of these scratched your brain good Let Me Know!! i like to know i have good taste#also [grabs your shoulders] go read gideon the ninth. please.#it's a surprise tool that will help you later.
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20 questions for fic writers
Tagged by @gekidasa whose answers were excellent to read at 2am when I couldn't sleep <3
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 91
2. What's your total AO3 word count? 437,726
3. What fandoms do you write for? TGCF obviously is the main one, and Tolkien fic is something I regularly write because it feels like going home. I dipped my toes into Genshin fic this year and I've been known to randomly drop one-off fics for other fandoms when the brainworms hit!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
After Hours. The magnum opus. Deserves its place at the top.
I Want to Ki** You. I never expected this fic to get so popular so it amuses me that it's still near the top.
Further Precautions. Dumb humor win!
Carved in bone, heart engraved. The trope inversion amnesia fic!
Bet On It. So near and dear to my heart that I have spent the last two years trying to scrub off the serial numbers for publication and if that ever happens, it'll be amusing to see who recognizes it.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I used to, but then a depression era hit and now I have Inbox (666) and it fills me with dread to look at the number. I do read each and every comment and 9 times out of 10 I start tearing up even if it's something short like "loved this, thanks!"
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm too sappy to do actual unhappy endings, but Still Have Time sort of implies a cycle of toxic breakups that can't be fixed.
... I also forgot that I have that one Celebrimbor/Annatar pre-torture fic, which is objectively much worse than breakups now that I think about it. Does it count when Tolkien is the one who wrote the death-by-torture ending for Tyelpë, though?
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them!!!!! But I'll nominate Money Maker, because it's the only fic I think I have ever written, for any fandom, that involves the couple getting married at the end. I bullied them so hard in this AU that I decided they earned it.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Never in the comments themselves, but I saw people being dicks about my writing on Twitter every now and then, which is the unfortunate downside of having a well-known fic in fandom. Not everyone has to like my fics, but like... I can see what you're saying on the public forum in the community that I myself am active in, guys.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? *gestures at my AO3 profile*
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? The most I've done is throw in a cameo from other MXTX fandoms, and I guess that one self-indulgent Sk8/tgcf fic that lives in my drafts and will never see the light of day. I just don't find "they meet!" to be enough of a plot to be worth reading or writing. The thought of writing all that introducing sounds like hell, sorry.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yup, there was that time the person almost word-for-word replicated Still Have Time. They claimed it was an accident and apologized before taking it down when I commented, but that wasn't fun. I felt like a jerk for commenting even though it was blatant theft; they even left kudos on my fic :/
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have a handful of my fics translated into Russian thanks to some Twitter pals!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sadly no. I always thought this would be fun, though, so if anyone wants to try it sometime... just sayin'........ my inbox open....
14. What's your all-time favorite ship? 300,000+ of my AO3 wordcount is for Fengqing and they're always going to be one of the most specialest ships ever for me for many reasons, but I also feel like I have to give a shoutout to Maedhros/Fingon in Tolkien fandom for being my longest-running ship? I got into them in high school and they're the ship that I feel I can just sit down and write something for them whenever I want.
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There was that Fengqing police AU I started and I thought it would be good, but it ended up not really feeling like them and that was part of what pushed me to focus on original writing instead of fanfic this year. Funnily enough, I Frankensteined some of the concepts from that AU into Constellate, which is to date my only unfinished WIP on AO3. I never really had a plan for what I was doing with that fic and I thought I could just power through it, which failed miserably.
16. What are your writing strengths? Humor, probably! It's hard to be funny in writing, but I do try.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? I have about a year's worth of fic that needs to be line edited and reposted because I was cueing--sentences like "He felt that he was afraid" rather than "His heart pounded in his chest" etc. A writing teacher pointed it out to me this summer and I've been consciously trying to fix it, but I know a lot of my fics are worse because of this.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I never see this done well in fic. Personally, if I'm writing Chinese characters in China in an English language fic, it's implied that they're speaking Chinese, so there's no need to stick "Hao jiu bu jian" in quotation marks, yknow? It only makes sense to change languages if it's implied that this section of language is different from the rest of the narrative, and even then it can be distracting in a bad way to have it written out rather than saying "'Hello,' he greeted in French."
19. First fandom you wrote for? Lord of the Rings probably. I'm not going to look at my FFN profile to check.
20. Favorite fic you've written? I have lots of favorites for lots of reasons, but I'll give a shoutout to No smoke without fire this time because it's my only OC-centric fic and I'm happy that people like it anyway even though OCs aren't really a thing in danmei fandom.
Tagging: I will take the lazy route and say steal it and tag me. I like reading answers to these
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Before you read, I wrote the first draft of this post in October, then I resumed it in April, but then in May I decided to heavily re-edit it when I noticed the massive grammatical errors that I left.
So the version you will read is quite changed from its original form.
Starting with the decision to split it into more chapters and not in a single piece as I did before.
I even tried to add more characterization to some events as I noticed that maybe I rushed up some important things, cause when I wrote this "fanfic that is not a fanfic" I didn't have a clear vision of the events in their complexity.
Some parts were very detailed and explained well, while other parts are only briefly mentioned. As I re-edit it I tried to make everything more cohesive and pleasing to read.
For this reason, unlike the first version, this post will only be about the disclaimers and the introduction of my "fanfiction not fanfiction", as the whole "story" will be published on AO3.
As I'm writing this I've already posted 2 of the 5 parts, and right now I'm working on the editing of the 3th chapter.
The Doom in Our Blood Comes Back - the Fanfic of a Fanfic
INTRODUCTION TO THE MANUSCRIPT: THE CHRONICLES OF TWO DRAGONS
TRIUMPHS AND DEFEAT
THE CONQUEST OF DORNE
RUBIES AND IRON
When do you start to realize that a fanfiction stops being just a fanfiction and becomes a real work of entertainment?
For me it's when reading it makes you want to theorize about it as if it were a real book and even before it is finished: this is what happened to me with "The Blacks and the Greens" by @sweetestpopcorn a fanfiction (which almost every fan who started watching the series has read if like me you went looking for Daemyra fanfics on AO3 as soon as it started) that tells the story of the Dance of Dragons starting with the idea that Daemon and Rhaenyra got married as soon as their "affair" was discovered, thus an AU of the original plot leading to a completely different scale of events from the original plot of the series/book.
This story, still in progress (at the exact moment I’m writing this post it arrived “just” at its 170th chapter) has gripped me so much this past month that my brain convinced me that this was the real canon story and made me completely forget about the existence of the TV series: so if you are interested to read this AU I suggest you read the original fic, even if it’s a little bit long cause it’s totally worth it.
I thought about writing an actual story about these ideas I had but then changed my mind. It didn't make sense to write about one idea when I already had a bigger story planned that wasn't finished yet.
As I said before, the story from where I take inspiration is only halfway done and things might change a lot in the upcoming chapters as I write this post. This means that the characters I'll talk about in this headcanon might have died to are going to because I don't control the story, the author does.
As I write this post, my idea for "this story" went in a totally different direction than what the original author intended. It became its own separate version of the Blacks and the Greens, with a different set of rules and logic.
I am a big fan of the Black side in the civil war and like happy endings.
I wanted Helaena to be happy with her kids and for Rhaenyra to rule the Seven Kingdoms with her husband and raise her five children.
In my imagination, the Greens give up quickly and Rhaenyra becomes the Queen without any fighting. She brings both sides together and makes the dynasty stronger.
This means that in this universe almost all of the Targaryen family is still alive and because the war didn't last too much the finance of the kingdom is not significantly damaged making the reign of the Black Queen very prosperous and full of innovations, technically and artistically speaking, making for them more effortless to conquest Dorn and made Westeros finally United.
The first idea for this story was to talk about Rhaenyra and Daemon's five children and their fun experiences instead of just focusing on Rhaenyra and Daemon's relationship, which is already the main focus of The Blacks and The Greens.
When I was reading the fanfic for the first time, I knew that liked Baela the most because of her personality: plus in my head, she's like a female version of Daemon for this reason, I decided to use her as the main character in my story.
She, in my mind, had the right characteristic to be our main POV, being, in my head, the “middle child” of the group - so the one who is between Aegon and Viserys (the boys) and Rhaena and Visenya (the girls) - and that belong to both of the two worlds, the feminine and the masculine, and have both these sides with her.
She, in my fantasy, will spend a lot of time with her two brothers, with whom she will share a very strong bond as a very strong rivalry for the attention of their father; with the girls too she will have a special relationship. Especially with Rhaena who is her twin, who is, in some way, her opposite and her complementary, especially in the way they decide to express their femininity over the years.
I think that in the Book-canon, Baela looks more masculine than what it was depicted in The Blacks and the Greens, and because this headcanon is heavily inspired by that fanfic, I decided to follow this vision more than the canon one.
In this universe, she dresses like a combination of Queen Visenya, whom Baela really likes, and Queen Rhaenys. Baela is both strong and sensual like her mother Rhaenyra. She wears bright colors like red and loves jewelry.
I thought about what clothes would look good on her at the court. I imagined she would like dresses that were fun and sexy, with low necklines and tight bodices. These dresses would be like armor to her and would have lots of beads on them. I got ideas from the outfits worn by Anne Boleyn in the show The Tudors, which I really like.
She likes to show she is comfortable with her sexuality, without feeling ashamed for having fun with men as she thinks that both women and men should be able to act in the same way.
Besides her regular clothes, I also see her wearing softer and masculine tunics as she trains, showing how much she loves the culture of the East continents. Even though she doesn't like to study, Baela enjoys reading High Valyrian poems and listening to Lysene music, as she prefers to sing over playing it.
I can imagine her spending time flying and staying with her dragon more than her siblings. She will become very fond of her dragon, Moondancer.
She will also train with her brothers with the sword and be very good at it.
Because Baela became a such strong and intense character in my mind, I started to think that she needed an equally strong and enigmatic counterpart that matched it, but at the same time opposed it and gave it a hard time: or in reality the opposite, that is someone she could challenge and confront, someone equally crazy and reckless, but by the opposite and darker energy.
And so that at any moment this post headcanon "The Blacks and the Greens" has become somehow a story focused on Baela and Aemond, or at least with a particular focus on the relationship and the clashes between these two.
Let me make it clear that the choice to "pair" these two characters were not based on a double interpretation of the original story, which clearly shows a strong dislike for Aemond and the Greens in general. The decision to highlight Aemond's character was solely influenced by the irresistible charm of Ewan Mitchell, the actor who played the role in the television adaption, which unfortunately clouded my judgment. To be absolutely clear, I have never felt any form of empathy towards him during my entire fanfiction journey, except for some mere pity.
There were multiple factors that led me to spare the lives of Aemond and Aegon, as I believed it would be more gratifying to let them suffer as they experienced the consequences of all the actions that they made thought the first half of The Blacks and the Greens and the accompanying disgrace of their defeat, rather than simply executing them on the spot.
In this headcanon, Aemond will undergo significant transformations, causing a profound shift in his mentality and character due to experiencing a series of intense and traumatic events. As a result, this version of Aemond will differ significantly from both the Bookcanon and the Blacks and the Greens.
The decision was serendipitously influenced by reading a particular sentence in the fanfic where the detestable Aemond ridicules Daemon for allowing Rhaenyra to mistreat him and become submissive to his sister, referring to him as a "slut." Aemond expresses his reluctance to ever allow a woman to control him as his uncle did.
Well, these two simple sentences made me decide that I need to create my own headcanon where Aemond would become the exact thing that he always derided his uncle for: a "loser" who would be bossed around by all the women in his life. And not only command but as a great misogynistic bastard who was, after touching the bottom of the funds, it would be a woman to save him and put him on track, making him feel indebted to her.
So this is how this literary experiment was born.
A simple and very banal enemies-to-lovers story with A LOT of drama and a bunch of dragons, but that needs the perfect setting to work, for this reason, most of the work I did was on figuring out how to set the side character and the background events in a way that could serve my goal.
As I specified many times in this exaggeratedly verbose disclaimer and in the tags this is not actual fanfic, I will not so use a prostatic style like many other stories in this platform, still, I want my readers to have a pleasing experience while reading this work, the result of a very elaborate mental wank and my pressing need to take my mind off my real duties, so I decided to write the whole thing as if it were a cross between historical writing and the introduction to a Greek tragedy.
Imagine, just like in Fire and Blood, that an obviously bored scholar set out to write the memoirs of Rhaenyra and her deeds; as I tried to make up this story I even tried to figure out the timeline of our characters' birth, some of them are the canon ones used in the books, while the others are the ones I tried to calculate trying to use some mathematics and the information that the writer give us on her fic. This means that it's not very precise, but I hope it's remotely accurate.
Aemond= 110
Daeron =114
Addam=114
Alyn=115
Larra= 115
Aegon III = 118
Viserys = 119
Daenaera = 120
Baela and Rhaena =121
Visenya= 125
Jaehaerys and Jaehaera = 123
Maelor = 127
Baelor = 130
#ilreleonewikia#mine#dence of the dragons#au#the doom in our blood comes back#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#fire and blood#fanfic au#the blacks and the greens#very long post#story explanation#daemyra#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#baela targaryen#rhaena targaryen#viserys ii targaryen#aegon iii targaryen#visenya targaryen#I made an au from another au#aemond targaryen#pro blacks#team black#tdiobcb#inspiration
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When The Flower Blooms - Prologue
Yeah, I finally decided that this story needs to be continued. I am starting from complete scratch, but I’m old now and I have to relearn how to use tumblr 😭 Cross-posted on my ao3.
Sakura spun back around in her chair to face the large pile of paperwork that still sat in front of her.
"I can't be like Tsunade-sama..." Sakura groaned. "Back to work!"
She fulfilled her dream of opening a mental ward to help the children of the village handle the effect of the war, and it was going smoothly. Sure, from time to time she would have to lose some sleep to finish all the paperwork she had to do, but it was all worth it in the end to her.
It was always in her nature to help people. Even as a weak Genin, Sakura did her best to help her teammates and others around her. When Sasuke left the village for the first time, Sakura realized how helpless she really was. She became Tsunade-sama's apprentice and took up medical ninjutsu, but little did she know how proficient she would be in the field. Six years later, she's surpassed her master and is known as the best medical ninja in the village, perhaps in the whole world, and is one of the strongest Kunoichi of her time.
She has really bloomed into something beautiful.
Sakura spared a quick glance away from her paperwork when she heard a knock on the office door.
"Come in..." Sakura said.
Long blonde hair peeked its way through the door.
"Hey, Sakura!"
Sakura's brows pulled together as she continued to fill out her paperwork.
Ino slammed her hand on the desk, nearly scattering the files all over the floor of her friend's office. "Sakura!"
"That wasn't very nice of you," Ino dismissed Sakura's underwhelming response with a wave of her hand and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. I have a patient to get to soon, but I was passing by and wanted to ask you about girl's night tonight. Tenten, Hinata and I are going out to BBQ! You in?"
Sakura sighed and rested her head in the palm of her hand. "Sorry Ino, but I'm busy tonight," gesturing to the stacks upon stacks of papers in front of her.
"You always seem to find time for work but not for your friends! This has got to be the millionth time you've missed girl's night!"
"I know Ino, and I'm really sorry. I'll try to make it next time, okay?"
"Oh you better, or I am dragging you out this office and to the hot springs! Got that?"
Sakura sighed, "Yeah, I got it, Ino."
"And don't overwork yourself, ok? I need you to sleep in your bed tonight, not that old chair again."
"Ok, Ino. Thank you. But you shouldn't keep your patient waiting-" By the time Sakura finished her sentence, Ino was already out the door. She leaned back in her chair, looking at the blank roof above her.
"Over work, huh?"
Sakura took the moment of peace to ponder over what Ino said. She knows that she's been working a lot recently, but nothing would get done without some sacrifice. Sakura would much rather overwork herself to the point of exhaustion than have the people she's known for her entire life struggle.
But she made the decision to listen to her best friend's advice and make it a goal to sleep in her own bed tonight.
"Alright! As soon as I finish all this work, I'll grab some food and head on home!"
Now with the motivation of food on her mind, Sakura began to tackle the documents in front of her.
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Hey, Folks!
Introduction post (I made this account like 5 months ago, why am I even making this???)
My name is MJ, but you can also call me Nito. I go by any pronoun! I am a writer/artist for the Heathers community, but I also enjoy other stuff such as Be More Chill, Ride the cyclone, Helluva Boss, Grease, ect.
I started actually writing some months ago, around september 2022. I used to have a wattpad account, but it was incredibly cringe and I ended up changing its name and privating all its fics. Now I have an AO3 account where I post (less-cringe) mostly Heathers fics, I'll leave all my social media at the end of this post.
I started drawing ever since I could hold a pencil properly, though that doesn't mean I'm very good at it. I normally prefer writing over drawing because I don't like how I draw, but sometimes I'll post my drawings and fanarts.
Fun Facts About Me!
I reside in Mexico, so I am not fully aware of all the stuff that happens in the U.S.
Trans boy (They/He pronouns, mostly he tho)
END.
This account is for posting dumb stuff, like drabbles, unfinished stories, writing ideas, dumb fanart, and many more! I honestly don't post a lot, but I think that the stuff I post is kinda worth it, but that is decided by you.
Ships I enjoy!
Boyf Riends (Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell)
Mcnamawyer (Veronica Sawyer x Heather Mcnamara)
Chanshaw (Heather Chandler x Veronica Sawyer)
Verbie (Veronica Mayday x Barbie Wire)
Noel Gruber x Mischa Bachinski
Stonnie (Veronica Sawyer x Tracy/Stoner chick) It's mostly a crackship, I still enjoy it tho.
Stoliz (Stolas Goetia x Blitzo)
Asmodeous/Ozzie x Fizzarolli
You could perhaps request me to write any of those ships above or any other ships for that fandom, I'll gladly do it!
Social media!
Tiktok: SrNitou
Instagram: Sr._.Nito
Discord: SrNito
AO3: BeMoreVeronica
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Hi 💞
I don't know if you still post favorite Fics of others people but if you do I can forever recommend Baghdad Waltz by Dreadnought ♥️
It's a tough read and it's very long but so worth it. ♥️ ( Also people tend to be scared of the bittersweet ending Tag but I promise the ending is perfect!)
Thanks, Andrea. I'm always happy to hear other people's favourites. I started reccing Stucky stories because I really love discovering new fics through fic recs. Last summer, a lot of the fic rec blogs weren't posting as much so I thought I'd do my own.
I've heard really good things about Baghdad Waltz. I've been on its AO3 page a few times. I'm sure it's amazing, and am pretty sure that if I let myself get sucked into it, I would be absolutely hooked. There's a couple of reasons why I haven't.
One reason is the length. I'm not averse to long fics, but I tend to read very intensively. I'm a quick reader, but while I'm reading a story, I live in that world. Real life practicalities mean that I don't have the time or brain space to sink myself into something so long.
But the main reason I haven't read it is the tags, including that bittersweet ending tag. I love fanfic because people get to explore what they'd like to read and write. It means you get a lot more feelgood fluff (and more tentacle porn) than you do in mainstream published media. I'm not in a mental place right now where I can devote myself to a story that will break my heart and not put it back together by the end.
I've looked at the tags and have decided it's not for me. And I do feel guilty, because I'm sure it's a brilliant and well-written story, and it's a bit silly to only want a happy ending. But right now, that's what's making me feel good, and I have enough going on that I want this hobby to only make me feel good. Maybe one day, I'll look at the tags of that fic and decide that I am in the right headspace for it, but today isn't that day, and I have to let myself be ok with that.
But thank you so much for writing in and reccing it. It's on my radar!
#stucky#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stucky fic#fic recs#stucky fic rec#stevebucky#andrea1717's favourite fic#andrea1717#hazel is an emotional wuss these days
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My 2022
I see a lot of people writing posts or threads about things they did in 2022. I don't usually do this sort of thing for a few reasons. One is that I'm aware that it can be a bit pretentious and a bit frustrating for others to read if they had a really bad year. For that reason, consider this a soft content warning for "yet another post reflecting on 2022." The other reason is that I don't think I've accomplished anything worth reflecting about, and am quite disappointed in myself and my 2022!
But...maybe that self-conscious feeling is exactly why I should force myself to write this.
A few things I accomplished in 2022:
I wrote some stuff
I put up the final chapter of my Sonic fanfic [although not the epilogue yet, sorry readers!] titled "Have You Heard From Sonic Lately?" Of all things I did this year, this is probably one of the things I'm most proud of? I think I'm decent at writing these characters and I like playing in this world in a mostly-canonical way, following guidelines painted by the games, the IDW comics, and ironically now Sonic Prime.
I put up Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 of Soul Symphony: Abandoned Encore. SS:AE is prose sequel story to my 2010-2015 webcomic Soul Symphony. These characters and this story mean a lot to me, but I left them behind as relics as 2015. I decided that the year of my 10-year high school reunion would be a fitting time to look back on these characters.
Side note: The comments I receive on Ao3 are so nice??? They're so heartwarming, they make my day. Something about someone enjoying my writing is 100x more satisfying than someone enjoying a drawing I did, and the way people express their feedback is really meaningful. I wanna cry every time. Thank you to everyone who has read my stuff.
I put out two meaty pieces: a review of Cam Marshall's comic "Matchmaker", and my year-end reflection titled "I Forgot How To Climb The Mountain."
I've wrote a few mini blog posts scattered across Cohost, Tumblr, and Patreon, which you can find in the #blogofkylelab tag.
Behind the scenes, I've continued my work as a Writer working on Rhythm Doctor as part of 7th Beat Games.
Art and Game Dev
I...barely drew anything, so that was kind of a disappointment. But the few things I did draw I mostly liked! The very little time/energy I have for drawing these past few years is always a tough pill to swallow, but I'm glad that when I DO make time for it, it is still pretty fun.
I've continued working on Rhythm Doctor and A Dance of Fire and Ice as a part of 7th Beat Games. We put out some cool collab levels.
I helped launch ADOFAI's paid DLC expansion, Neo Cosmos! Directed by TaroNuke, it's a really cool expansion with its own identity and I love the new mechanics and focus on character/narrative.
I worked on Squeak N' Seek, a short gamejam project we made as a birthday present for Giacomo, the Lead Programmer at 7th Beat Games.
Other Stuff
I've been running @IndieGamesOfCohost for a few months now! Shares of indie game posts on Cohost, posts spotlighting new releases of lesser-known titles, and a series of Indie Interviews with fellow gamedevs. This has been very satisfying for me, and I hope I can keep the momentum going in 2023.
I'm forcing myself to write these things down to convince myself that I accomplished something, because for the past few years I haven't been able to shake the feeling that "I haven't accomplished anything." I miss the days where I drew quite often, especially between 2015 and 2018, and I made illustrations that I still cherish to this day. I feel like a "shell" of my younger self still, which is a ridiculous thing to say. Someday, I'll find my way back to a place where I'm satisfied with my output.
I hope your 2022 was bearable! Let's all work together in the new year.
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on the subject of my new PC, my continued thoughts:
The entire display assembly seems pretty chinsy, both the hinges and the thickness of the screen. I think the screen thickness thing is just a computers these days thing that I'm just not used to because my newest computer until I bought this one was from 2014. (my old gaming PC). That gaming PC still had an externally removable battery (a nifty feature that I can't believe tech companies all collectively decided to do away with. the PC people were copying apple's homework on that and it was a bad choice)
The fans are not as loud as the reviewers made it seem. Not sure if this is just because I am used to incredibly loud 10+ year old fans that are cranked to max when you have too many photoshop windows open. I also test played civ v on it last night and the fans were quiet enough that I really couldn't hear them at all with my headphones in. Could be that the reviews also just play newer and fancier video games than me. (I'm not a WOW or COD player).
It does get somewhat hot around the vents around hour 1.5 of civ, but it is way less hot than my old computer or my macbook so I'm going to give that a pass. It's not generating that much heat having firefox tabs of tumblr, ao3, reddit, 10x wikipedia, and 10x misc articles and research. It started to kick up a little when I added 1x photoshop instance. It was also fairly hot with loudish fans while it was downloading like 100gbs of software, video games etc
Huge fan of the keyboard feel and the groovy blue backlight. I might turn the backlight off to reduce battery consumption. It's a little bit wider and larger than my mac so when I switch to it for games it's always a weird moment of adjustment.
That radeon GPU SLAPS y'all graphics as I've literally never experienced them on a computer before. Like this computer's GPU has 10GB of video memory and that really makes a difference. My last gaming laptop had 5gb of video memory in its GPU, so this is massive upgrade!
That Samsung NVMe SSD is SO fast y'all. I need to get me some kind of sata to PCIe or NVMe adapter for my macbook. Between the 16GB of RAM and that hard drive this thing boots in like all of about 4 seconds. holy shit. love that.
Still hate windows 11. However, though the use of copious regedits, the installation of an open source system patcher, the creation of several XML files in the user library, and the running of several lines of code through elevated powershell and the uninstallation of a bunch of bloatware it has become tolerable to use. still looking for a solution to kill the "search the web" feature in the start menu search so that it only searches the system. Also looking for a solution to remove the recommend searches from bing and the search suggestions. Doing all of this took many hours of research and fiddling but god was it worth it. Maybe I'll make a post on this later so any of you who have to deal with this can fix this problem without hours of research.
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'Til All Are One - Notes
I finally have my shit together! Kinda. This fic is archived on AO3. I'm trying to decide if it's worth posting it anywhere else. It has the highest Rating/Warnings combo on AO3 mostly for select scenes; the vast majority of it is vanilla. AO3's tagging system is a mess, so my tags got an overhaul today, and they'll probably need a future overhaul as more characters and pairings appear. I am leaving the comments/replies up so would-be readers can also check out the comments to get a feel for the content.
Tag wrangling on Tumblr is constantly changing, and thanks to the sketchy status of how certain things get reported and blocked, I'm not going to put the actual fic content in these posts. I'll post the headers/tags/trigger warnings in the body of the post and link to the chapter on AO3.
Real places will exist in the fic (The United States, China, France, the Pacific Ocean, Minnesota, etc.) but I'm going to be replacing company/product/celebrity/politician names with "parody" names and pastiche placeholders. "The President of the United States" is pretty recognizable in any of the cartoons he's in, regardless if he's an actual caricature, because "old white guy in a suit" has historically been pretty representative. The feel of this fic is heavily inspired by the 80s G1 cartoon series, and they were great for making very generic but also very recognizable placeholder characters. When it comes to brands, I get a kick out of the anime habit of replacing brands with recognizable variants (7-Eleven becoming 8/11 or Burger King becoming Burger Knight) which also helps turn aside complaints about content.
That said, relying on the crutch of "it's just a parody" or "it's a fake place" also let them get away with some absolutely gross and hurtful stereotypes, particularly when it came to people and places we weren't politically friendly to. There will be no "Abdul Fakkadi" or "Socialist Democratic Federated Republic of Carbombya" in my fic - that kind of crap is better left as relics of history to be observed and learned from but not repeated. That's the big reason I'm keeping place names real - it forces both me as a writer as well as readers of the fic to be better informed and more thoughtful toward the people, cultures, history, and natural environments of those places.
At its core, this is a Transformers fic that draws inspiration from most of the Transformers media but isn't directly connected to any one canon. It's intended to be standalone enough that readers don't have to really know much backstory or many of the characters to jump in. It's arguably a crossover (and is now tagged as such on AO3 now that there are G.I. Joe characters involved), but it's less about putting a spotlight on the additional series and more about pulling those characters in to the Transformers story. You're a Transformers fan who never saw the 80s G.I. Joe cartoon and never read any of the comics or the TF crossover comics? No problem! Just like with the Transformers canon, this fic will fill in gaps (and create its own canon) so you don't need to have an in-depth knowledge of them.
Direct link to jump in without individual chapter summaries/warnings:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/290120 :: 'Til All Are One by Alex Summanus
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: Multi, Other
Fandoms: Transformers, G.I. Joe
Relationships: Megatron/Kup, Flint/Lady Jaye (More to come)
Characters: A lot (large chunks of the cast from both series will eventually make their way into the fic)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossover
Language: English
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assigned little brother by sage life is good ♡ (also internet hug!!! people say i am good for hugging ♡)
anyway hiii!!! how are you :D??? been up to anything fun??? got any Blorbo Thoughts(tm)
YEAHHHHHH HUG TIME HUG TIME i've been feeling very touchy feely recently... heehe. so i might squeeze a bit. i am sure you're very good at hugging you definitely give off the vibe WEHEHE
m doing good!!! finishing out my spanish 3 course in summer school (the way it's set up here is that you can just. take courses over the summer instead of in school and i get really bored in language classes because i pick up on them quickly) and like. whoever decided to give spanish 2 past tenses and "moods" will die by my hand. what the hell (they're easy once you get a rhythm i just think it's annoying). And then AtoZ starts on engstars on friday so i will be doing that for a bit... gonna try and rank. will i die? yeah. but it'll be worth it for my little meow meow scrimblo blorbo kaoru <3
fun wise... i'm working on writing for the first time in fuckin uh. 2 years? it's not like the passion went away i just hadn't been really writing anything i was gonna post so my ao3 account has been Empty. i'm almost done with the fic + then i'll edit it + send it to a proofreader (known as my girlfriend. because he's nice and does this stuff for me). BUT ITS BEEN REALLY FUN i've been challenging myself cause anzu is non verbal. so it's fun to try and challenge myself with trying to get her points across without having to rely on dialogue... wehehe. BLORBO THOUGHTS i've been working on a mayoi erik design actually. billowing cape fancy ruffles etc. it's been really fun to try and work on that... well one of my favorite kaoru facts was that before he learned guitar he could only play recorder. because he's a little nerd. i love you kaoru. one of my favorite rei facts is that one of his beta designs featured him with pointy ears Do you know how much fun that would've been. a lot. my brain has mostly been empty lately but mayoi erik similarities are In There. and i'm going to make a venn diagram one day just you fuckin wait
#the funniest venn diagram i ever made was the time i realized bruno (encanto) and JD (heathers) are two halves of one whole (erik)#listen. older man who's kinda wimpy and talks to himself a bit too much but genuinely loves family (bruno)#who is maybe a little too obsessed with a girl who reminds him of his mother and tries to blow up a public building because of it (jd)#ask#i've started talking about poto again OOPS#my brain hasn't been full of a lot of character facts so much as personal interpretations of them#my current favorite is what i call the transfem shuffle unit FT every enstars character who is transfem#ahem. arashi kaoru mayoi ibara shu etc. the list goes on#yeah maybe if you put the 5 of them in a room someone would die. but it'd be worth it#leo 🌸
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a passing glimpse
heaven gives it glimpses only to those not in a position to look too close ~ Robert Frost, A Passing Glimpse
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Jack Fenton was eleven and he was an explorer, just like Davey Crockett or Buzz Aldrin. He’d declared so to his mother that very morning but she had simply rolled her eyes and told him to get on with his chores. That’s all his parents wanted him for, chores and his duty to the family. But Jack knew there was so much more out there and he was determined to find it.
Ma had told him never to go into the woods alone but Jack brought his rifle with him so he wasn’t exactly alone. He adjusted his coontail hat and hiked the strap of the rifle higher on his shoulder. Pa would probably be mad that Jack had taken it without permission but punishments and chores were far away, not when there was adventure to be had here and now.
The woods was an okay place to hang out. There were always animals around to sneak up on and study, plenty of trees for climbing and plenty of rock or sticks to fend have pretend battles with. Jack wanted nothing but adventure in his life, Ma said that peace was a blessing but he craved more. He felt like he was brimming with energy, always getting yelled for talking to loud or moving too fast. The woods were wide reaching and deep and yet Jack felt constrained by them, he wanted more.
Jack scrambled over rocks and pretended he was climbing on the moon, in search of aliens. He picked up a stick and batted it against the trunks of trees and acted as if he were engaging in battle with a sworn enemy. Staring up at the setting sun, Jack let himself be pulled away from his dull present. It was only when he realized he couldn’t see his breath fogging anymore in the midwinter air did he realize how dark it had gotten, having snuck up on him suddenly while he’d been daydreaming.
Oh fudge, Ma was probably going to throw a fit when he got back. Pa would just glare at him, radiating anger and disappointment. They’d tell him over and over that they didn’t understand why he felt he had to act out, why he couldn’t just obey them like his sisters? Jack wishes he was better with words to explain that he wasn’t like them, that their world wasn’t his. Only he didn’t know where his own was just yet. He kicked a stone and grudgingly turned to head back.
Just as he was turning, a faded light caught the edges of his vision. It was a soft pulsing glow, like someone had lit a candle somewhere nearby. Only candles didn’t feel cold like this. Jack shivered and pulled his jacket around him tighter, it wasn’t cold enough to snow but the air seemed drastically colder than it had been a minute ago. Ma said that Jack was filled with guts where most boys had sense so of course he had to see. He unstrapped the small rifle from his shoulder but kept it pointed low at the ground like Pa had taught him. Slowly he approached, the strange glow radiating from a particular section of wood. He passed through a particularly thick cluster of trees and saw it.
It was a man, at least that was Jack’s first thought until his eyes took in the rest of the apparition. Though it looked young, it’s hair was white as snow. The ends misted softly in the air, tossing in a gentle wind that existed only for it. Jack could see most of the way through the strange creature who didn’t seem to care that it ought to be on the ground instead of floating above it. It wore something that was black and white, a white cape glittered around it’s shoulders and the black on the inside twinkled like stars. A crown of icy crystal floated above it’s head, perfectly balanced.
Jack had read about kings in his books. He hadn’t cared about the politics of being a ruler or how one person or another was chosen. All he’d really cared about was their graves and the treasures and knowledge they held. Staring at this ghostly king floating peacefully in the woods near his home, Jack realized that graves could hold other things too.
The woods were deadly quiet, it felt like Jack was the only living thing on the planet, like the spirit’s presence had driven everything else off. Everything but Jack who had guts but no brains. He should go, should flee back home but found he couldn’t not just out of fear but wonder too. As weird as it was to say, the ghost was beautiful, ethereal. He was something Jack didn’t understand but longed to. For the first time in his young life, he wanted something in front of him and not some faraway dream.
He leaned forward and the barrel of his rifle scraped against the bark of the tree. The apparition, which had been staring in the other direction turned it’s eyes in his direction. Jack lifted his rifle on reflex when it’s glowing green eyes landed on him. Almost as soon as the gun was raised, he lowered it. Jack can’t say why only that when that ghost looked at him, when he saw that face, he couldn’t bear to point the weapon at it. You only pointed your gun at things you intended to shoot.
“Are you-” the ghost began softly, floating gently forward. While Jack had been content to watch from afar, once the spirit moved towards him did Jack’s deeply buried survival instincts kick in. He turned tail and ran. He ran so fast his coontail hat flew off and landed somewhere behind it. Maybe it would be enough of a gift to stop that thing from chasing him, for trespassing in a place where the living were not welcomed. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, stumbling and staggering over loose rocks or roots but never slowing until the lights of his family’s cabin came into view.
Ma didn’t believe his story and neither did Pa. He did get the lecture he expected and more chores piled on top of the ones he’d already ignored. His sisters teased him for his runaway imagination and asked when he was going to grow up. Lying in bed that night, Jack wondered if what he saw was real. It had seemed real, if not the spirit but the way it made him feel. Like he was a real explorer, not just a pretend one in a silly hat but someone who had stepped just over the edge of the unknown and gotten a taste. And who could stop after just one bite? He needed more, whatever that thing was, Jack Fenton was going to find it again. Even if it took him his whole life. Unbeknownst to him, it would only take him twenty-eight years to see the spirit again, blue eyes twinkling from inside a baby blanket.
Life can take a lot of twists and turns, some of them sharper when one is friends with a Master of Time. An encounter becomes a story which becomes a passion. A passion for understanding leads to a passion for a young woman which results in a blue eyed baby boy. A boy who became a ghost, a hero and a king and let himself be summoned by his timely friend to the deep woods late at night for an important meeting. Neither father nor son understood how deftly they’d been placed, like pieces on a chess board. How a whole life can be made and the best timeline preserved by a passing chance and a passing glimpse.
#danny phantom#jack fenton#someone made big brained tags on one of my posts and I couldnt not write it#really wanted to draw it but cest la vie#I am way to tired to edit this#will do in the morning#literally just typed this shit and am posting it blind#I'll decide in the am if its worth going on ao3
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Rejected Requests Part 11
Hello everyone! I am unfortunately back with another set of Rejected Requests (Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6 , Pt 7 , Pt 8 , Pt 9 , Pt 10)
I understand this is very disappointing for many of you (especially those that have been waiting for a long time). I promise it has nothing to do with you, and mostly it’s just because my brain has decided it doesn’t want to cooperate.
I will post the rejected fics below the cut. I want to give you the opportunity to ask another Writer (check the list of Writers currently seeking requests here! It’s been recently updated!) For some, I’ve already allowed another author to take a whack at it, and I’ll link to them below!
Here is the list for anyone who might want to pursue the request with someone else, or for any writers that are looking for inspiration.
ALL ARE NSFW, 18+ ONLY
I really fought with myself for this one. I really did. I feel like it's such a rite of passage fic, but I just couldn't get myself hyped up for it. Maybe because there are a lot of them (although I can't think of any off the top off my head), maybe it's just my vague dislike for mild exhibitionism. Idunno.
I won't write it off forever. Maybe one day I'll find that perfect spin on it and write it, but you'll have to send me another request for that. With a lot of these requests, I tend to assume that the requester isn't around anymore. Everyone is free to correct me if I'm wrong.
My wonderful friend @reiding-recs already had a fic like this planned, so you can follow her to see it written!
My friend has agreed to finish the outline I have for this fic! I called it "Shortbread," but I'm not sure what she'll call it. She's not on Tumblr, however, so you'll have to follow her on Wattpad (babyleaf1) or Ao3 (babyleaf). She's worth it, promise!
Sorry for the late response. Unfortunately, I am very picky with my Kyle fics. I'm not terribly inspired by him, so I don't want to agree to it if I know I'll never get to it. For anyone reading this, though, just know Kyle fics actually get pretty great turnout compared to other MGG characters!
PLEASE ITS BEEN EIGHT MONTHS IM SO SORRY. God, time is wild. Anyway, I really do love possessive Spencer, and this is so unique. I just know I won't get around to it. My friend @omgbigfluffwriting agreed to take it, though! Feel free to message her!
I'm "rejecting" this because it's actually part of a fic I have planned already! It'll be the ending part of "Centerfold" which is a mini-series I'll be writing after TB&TB. Sorry for the wait, and feel free to send it to someone else!
This is so cute, but I've had it for too long and still don't have any inspiration for a plot 😭 @reidgraygubler has shown an interest, though! So feel free to send them a message.
Honestly, I love this, I just know I'll go way overboard and write 10k that I'll never finish 😭 My lovely friend @reid-me-a-story has agreed to write this, instead!
I'm rejecting this just because it's very similar to a number of other fics I have and I just didn't have any inspiration to write it again. The wonderful @spectaclespencer wants to write this, however, so go check out their page! I know she'll do great.
Hey friend! I am unable to write this just because the nature of it will be triggering for me. That being said, I had a number of people jump on it 😅 @mercy-burning is writing it for sure, I believe.
Thank you for your support. I appreciate all of you more than I can explain!
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2021 year-end fic in review
thanks for the tag, @avatraang!
How many stories did you complete?
i finished 10 whole stories this year, holy bananas! granted, one of them was a collection of 100 word drabbles that i just gave up on halfway through, but the rest are ACTUAL STORIES 😳
What is your total word count for the year?
76,459 words on ao3 as of right now. but i have a 10,000 word chapter going up in the next week or two so it'll be closer to 86,000 before year's end.
What fandoms did you write in this year?
atla, all day, every day babeeey.
Did you write more, less, or roughly about what you expected?
omg, way more. a year ago, i just posted paper flowers for the hell of it. i couldn't have imagined how rewarding the process of writing it would be, and how many wonderful people i'd find in this fandom because of it.
What’s your own favorite story of this year?
oh man, it's honestly so hard to choose. i'm so immensely proud of every fic in my pocketful of stones series, but i think my favorite is still history etched out. like i go back and read it sometimes, and am like, damn, i can't believe i wrote this.
What is your most under appreciated story of the year?
stats-wise, it's sorrow—and wonder which is not surprising, but SPIRITUALLY, it's mountains of tenderness. imo, it's the second best fic in my oneshot series, but it didn't really land as heavy with readers. that's mostly because, for my zukaang readers, there's not really any zukaang in it since it's decidely a maiko fic. and for maiko readers, there's like 3 fics worth of zukaang content to read to capture the actual context for that fic. so i'm not salty about it, it makes sense overall.
What’s your most appreciated story of 2021?
dude, i went and checked my stats and i am still laughing about pocketful of stones having more kudos than after the flame, a pause. isn't it literally an inversion of ao3 logic for oneshots to have more kudos than multichapters?! but yes, people really liked pocketful of stones this year, and i loved it too! it was a very experimental fic for me at the time i wrote it, and it was mostly just a trust exercise with myself. but continuing the series has really forced me to extend myself as a writer and it's been an absolute joy.
Biggest fanfic related disappointment of 2021?
how few zukaang fics there are in this fandom! i should have stopped being surprised about this ages ago, but i've said it before and i'll say it again, the fact that zukaang isn't the most popular mlm ship in this fandom is eternally perplexing to me.
Biggest fanfic related surprise of 2021?
honestly, the fact that my oneshot series has occupied me since may 2021. i only ever wrote pocketful of stones as a oneshot, but the idea of exploring its consequences would not leave me alone. and five fics later, it's coming to an end this month woo hoo!
Something you are looking forward to working on in 2022?
writing a taang fic for @all-inmoderation, my beloved 🥺
tagging: @god-of-dust, @shifuaang, @the-cloud-whisperer
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Hey yo I'm THINKING. I'm having THOUGHTS. About the different pet names Lena has for Kara and when she uses them. Darling is a standard but honey when she's distracted, sweetheart when Kara is upset, baby when she's uhhhhh knuckles deep ya know? And I can't STOP thinking about it and I thought you'd appreciate the convo and also I would love to know your own thots. tyty love your work!
liiiike this? (also on ao3)
i. darling
"I… wanted to thank you. For before," Kara says. She reaches up as if to push her glasses up her nose, but there's a little baggie in her hands. She stares at it blankly for a second, then, "Oh, I brought doughnuts! You eat doughnuts, right?"
The laugh spills out of Lena like agitated soda.
(And isn't that just exactly how it had felt before Kara had come into her life. Like somebody had taken the tiny bottle with her life in it and shaken it furiously for the next hapless passerby to open. The laugh pours right out of her because Kara had picked her up and decided she was still worth opening.)
And, really, it's not like what Kara says is all that funny, but Lena laughs anyway. Lena laughs anyway, and Kara smiles all the more brightly, and the laughter dribbles from her lips down into her chest and pools, sticky sweet.
"Darling," she says, and oh, she certainly says it because Kara grins even wider, cheeks going pink. "I am human, aren't I?"
ii. honey
"Miss Luthor, Kara's outside whenever you're ready," Jess informs her through the intercom.
Lena pulls the pen out of her mouth but keeps her eyes on the report in front of her, absently slapping her hand around until she finds the proper button and depresses it. "Thank you, Jess, go ahead and let her in. I'm done with the call."
Jess opens the door a couple seconds later and Kara steps in. Lena doesn't look up, still more than a little preoccupied with the report in front of her, but the room feels instantly lighter with her inside. Almost as if gravity itself had breathed a sigh of relief and eased off for her sake.
"Hey! I figured you hadn't eaten yet, so I brought food," Kara says.
The warmth that fills Lena's chest at the sound of her voice, at her easy, uncomplicated thoughtfulness, is neither new nor unexpected.
But this report really isn't going to read itself.
"Thank you, honey," she says, pen finding its way back into the corner of her mouth again, "you're my favorite and I appreciate you so much. Go ahead and get started and I'll join you in a couple minutes."
She doesn't notice the way Kara flushes down her neck and almost trips over the coffee table.
iii. sweetheart
"Tummy hurts," Kara whines, leaning into Lena's side and smooshing her face into the fabric at the shoulder of Lena's aran-knit sweater.
Lena croons sympathetically and reaches up to run her fingers soothingly through Kara's hair.
"Welcome to mortality," she says. "When we mere mortals menstruate and decide to eat too much ice cream, we must deal with the consequences."
Kara huffs and the force of her pout drags the shape of her words into frowns. "Solar flares and periods suck."
Lena tries not to let her chuckle be too obvious, but the way Kara half-heartedly pokes her in the side tells her she's failed.
"All right poutyface. Why don't you go lie down in bed and I'll heat up the hot water bottle for you. See if that won't help a little," Lena accedes.
Kara nods, face twisting in pain, then does as expected, slowly shifting upright before shuffling towards the bedroom, half-hunched with her arms wrapped around her belly.
Five minutes later, Lena sets a mug of tea and some Midol down on the bedside table before slipping under the covers and fitting her body to Kara's. She maneuvers the hot water bottle towards her stomach and presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder when Kara takes it and curls around it.
"Is that better, sweetheart?" she asks quietly, gently stroking her fingers against the skin at her hip.
Kara hums in acknowledgment and reaches up to tangle their fingers together.
"Lots better."
iv. baby
"Is this… all for me?" Lena asks, fingers slick.
"Mhm," Kara says, lower lip caught between her teeth, eyes heavy-lidded as she rolls her hips encouragingly up into Lena's hand.
"Jesus," Lena whispers. "Okay."
She lines her fingers up and presses in, choking back a gasp when Kara takes them easily, back arching off the bed, body insistently tugging her deeper.
"Jesus," Lena repeats, less than a whisper.
"Yeah," Kara says, voice breathy, tightening around the fingers inside her. "So, please--"
Lena pitches forward to mouth kisses to her neck, to scrape her teeth along skin, and settles her thumb over Kara's swollen clit.
Kara shudders underneath her, breath hitching, muscles coiled and tense, so, so ready for release.
"Okay, baby."
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do you rb/boost fics?
Yes, I do! But it comes with a major caveat.
Let's talk about me for a moment, so I can give y'all some context. I am an English Major, a Literacy Specialist, and a massive nerd, and I am CONSTANTLY reading. No lie, I always have about 20 fanfics open on my phone at any given time, 'cause I have a lot of downtime in my day-to-day, and reading is my go-to for personal entertainment. So, I know what kinds of writing styles, genres, and tropes I enjoy and which ones I avoid. I also haven't cared about Payday lore since 2014, and I have never been interested in going out of my way to read any fics that are based in its setting. Even back when I first started out in this fandom, I never read Payday fanfics by searching them up myself 'cause I didn't care, and this sentiment has not changed for me. Also, I treat my blog almost like an advertising platform for other people, and all of this depends on my integrity and due diligence in ensuring that, no matter what I reblog, I can proudly say that I like and stand behind it.
I'll briefly (Ha!) explain how each of these sentiments work.
I always approach any and all written works with the question of, "Is this worth my time to read?" The answer that I usually come up with to satisfy this question comes down to the technical side of how people choose to write out their stories, over whatever a given work happens to be about or decides to discuss with its themes. If a work has poor punctuation or a lot of mistakes, I might still read it if the concept is interesting. I'll complain the whole time, but I'll stick with it. If it has choppy writing, it's always not worth my attention and gets an automatic skip following my reading of the first few opening sentences. 'Cause, quite honestly, I'm not gonna waste my time on a work where the author struggles to communicate their thoughts to their audience properly. And if it has tropes I don't care for? Then I'm most definitely not reading it. (These are things like major character death, sad/bittersweet endings, certain fetishes, and bodystealing/bodyswapping, to name a few. I just physically can't with these.) So, there have been some works posted in this fandom over the years that I've just straight-up avoided because of their tags, or because I started to read them and hated them on a technical level.
From the Payday-lore side of things, I just haven't cared in so long about our game of choice's story. It lost me so many years ago, and I've never been interested in reading what people were posting for it on AO3, or any other website for that matter. Have I read Payday-centric fics? Of course I have. I've been in this fandom for over 8 years, so you can imagine that I've read quite a few. (Some are even on my blog, if you wanna attempt to dig through it to look for them.) As a rule, I don't reblog fics that have OCs in them--the latest one that I did put up on my blog is an exception, because it didn't focus on the OC beyond having them and their situation going on in the background. I'm not here for anybody's OC. I'm here for the official characters, and I imagine that most other people in this fandom feel the same. So, that's another barrier stopping fics from going on my blog.
But, my main thing is whether or not I feel like a fic should be spread to my followers. If I view something as not being worth my time or insulting to me in some manner, then it's not going on my blog. Things that I put on my blog essentially get my 'seal of approval' and with every reblog I'm basically saying, "I have vetted this and deemed that everything here is kosher for general consumption. If you want to interact with it, go right ahead!" (Like, you wouldn't believe how many fucked up things have been posted to the tags over the years which I've had to either block or report. Jeezum Crow.) At the end of the day, this blog is curated to showcase things that I think are good enough to share with all of my followers. While this is a Payday-centric blog, it's not an 'Everything ever posted for Payday' blog, it's an 'Everything I like and agree with in the Payday tags' blog. This blog is biased, and I've openly admitted that for years. If I don't like it for one reason or another, then I'm not gonna spread it around.
So, yes, I reblog Payday fics that people post in the tags. Just so long as they pass through the sieve of my biased, arbitrary rules and if I feel like reading it that day, because 'apathy towards Payday' is a thing for me.
I'm human and fallible in my own biases and tastes. However, I don't use my Tumblr as a platform to mock anyone or put them on blast, so I've never reblogged anything with petty or outright cruel intentions to ridicule anyone's projects or ideas. But, I do use it to share what I like with others and give the OPs more attention on their work, if and when I choose to view it. Overall, I figure, if anything's posted in the tags that I don't reblog, but that my followers wanna see, then they'll make sure that they see it, just as I have done for my own Tumblr experience.
Cheers!
#ask hoxooster a question#personal stories#long post warning#I hope that this answered your question!#But yes my blog is very biased so I just don't reblog things that I don't like or agree with.#But also I don't really care for Payday fics so I usually don't read them.#I'm not trying to be callous about this by ignoring any written works that people have done.#I've just been meh towards Payday for so long that I don't seek to interact with media for it beyond here.#'Cause this is part of my routine.#'S not a good reason to stick around in this fandom but it's mine.#PAYDAY 2#PD2
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