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fillinforlater · 10 months

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what's your kpop journey ? (how you got into it, your first groups and biased, your opinion on kpop before etc.)

Thank you for the ask, my tired brain will try it's best to talk about how what when happened and yeah... let's go

Early Phase (2012-2016)

Basically me knowing that Psy exists because of Gangnam Style and later Gentleman. Young me really enjoyed those songs, but there was no real connection to korea or the idea/culture of kpop.

Then my sister introduced me to the song Tomorrow by BTS but because I was in my anime phase at the time, I just put it in my anime playlist. I fucking loved the song tho lol.

No bias, no real opinion either lol.

BLACKPINK Phase (2018-2019)

I don't really know how but I found Blackpink and started to vibe with their songs and style, which got really enhanced by their dance of DDU-DU DDU-DU on Just Dance 2019, which i played a lot. I got into them a bit more and my sister (who was a kpop fan behind my back basically kek) showed me Monster of EXO and Don't Wanna Cry of SEVENTEEN.

I was deinitely not a kpop fan, hell, I had no real clue about the culture or other groups or the fact that BTS, who I had one random song of was currently on and unprecedented rise. Everything was set in place, but I was still only danving to D4 lol

Lisa is my bias, though I dunno what that is yet lol. I like Blackpink, but the concept of kpop was not yet really in my mind.

Covid-Lockdown Phase (March 2020-May 2020)

This was the void. There was nothing to do, nothing thag mattered. All responsibilities were on hold. Time to watch vids my siblings to pass the time.

What are they watching? Asian men I do not understand? Looks... fun! With every day, every video, every song I add to my playlist I fall deeper into this glorious hole that is kpop. Like a sponge, I suck up all the content until I am this weird multistan with no sense of direction but the unbridled want to know more and to listen to more.

Blackpink, then BTS, then Twice, the it was already basically everyone else. Kpop filled my time with more fun than everything else could have. Life, strangely, was perfect. During a fucking lockdown, I reached a peek that continued.

My favorite group is BTS by a HUUUGE margin, my bias is switching between Lisa, Jin and Dahyun.

Deeper Into the Hole (June 2020-March 2021)

I add more groups to the list I like. KARD, Red Velvet, Mamamoo, EXO, NCT, SEVENTEEN, Everglow, aespa, TXT, ATEEZ... it never seems to stop. New releases left and right filling my mind to the point were even drastic changes in life cannot shake me up. I'm still falling, reaching deeper for more.

I find songs that I love to death. Answer by ATEEZ especially has me with adrenaline on every listen. It is about now that I find it not that difficult to remember names of members and that I see some (especially) female idols as very pretty.

BTS best group, Dahyun best girl.

K-Pop-Fan (April 2021-August 2021)

Basically yeah. Multistan that had commited to IZ*ONE last second because they were more than just good... they were literally the greatest girl group ever... though I have yet to realize it.

My life is going quite well, I have fun, I don't get tired of this genre that id more than music. It's stupid game shows, funny compilations, memes, stupid takes and pretty people. Around this time I get a bit spicy, reading fanfiction, dumb W*ttp*d stuff with crazy stories until...

Smut. Fuck, since when were TWICE this hot???

But this WP stuff is quite cringey... so I looked around and found Tumblr. First was Peach, then ddeun and then... Levi.

BTS best group, TWICE a close second, Dahyun best girl, Nayeon and Minju were in the hunt.

Smite, Smut and Smusic (September 2021-March 2022)

I messaged Levi (basically just a fanboy letter lol) and he encouraged me to try writing myself. The last time I wrote creatively was 2016, so I really doubted that I could pull something off.

About a week later, I'm in this server with all these cool smut writers and yeah... everything went crazy lol. My life was different and so was my kpop life. The visual effect of idols grew exponentionally, from very high to absurd, yet I still found myself finding beauty and attractiveness in other people around me. I dunno how to explain it lol.

I was writing, listening and also chatting with these new amazing friends that helped me navigate through what were difficult times while also being incredibly talented. My hobby of kpop now turned to another hobby with a new group of friends which grew to great importance in this phase.

BTS an inch before IZ*ONE, Minju easily my new ult.

That's my life (April 2022-now???)

A lot of stuff happened in this time frame but my attitude towards kpop, this community, writing or idols hasn't changrd too drastically. I saw my first concert, that was awesome. IVE rocks my world, other 4th gen groups fight their way to my heart, while I still really love older stuff.

I reach thousands of followers, find new insanely pretty and hot idols, write way too many fucking stories about fucking lol. I listen to almost everything, kpop is still my No. 1 hobby, yet it never overtook my whole personality.

BTS-IZ*ONE-IVE, Minju remains No. 1 but I love so many other idols, especially Yujin and Gaeul.

If you read all this, thank you, have a nice day!

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lutiaslayton · 8 months

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Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

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〚ＦＩＲＳＴ〛〚ＰＲＥＶ〛〚ＮＥＸＴ〛

Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

＊ The Eternal Life Puzzle-Solving Game

Once I had changed out of the Queen’s costume, I sat in front of the mirror and stared intently at the face in front of me.

I was finally about to meet Professor Layton.

Is that alright with you, Janice?

As I was speaking in my mind, I gently stroke the pendant.

What could I possibly tell the professor, and how…? This question had been turning in my head many times, under every angle, but this thought had to stop going in circles.

It was going to be alright. I just had to calm down, and be natural. The professor was going to help. If anyone could solve the mystery behind eternal life, it would be him.

Still. This was making me more nervous than the usual stage fright I would experience before singing.

Maybe this was a different play altogether for me to act on; and most likely the last one…

I smiled at the mirror, trying to cheer myself up. Seeing the smile of Janice Quatlane, looking at me from the other side of the mirror, gave me great strength.

I finally felt calm.

The curtain had now just been raised.

I’m coming, Professor Layton.

I stood up, left the backstage, and headed for the main hall.

I could hear the sound of the Detragan in the distance. Mr Whistler… was playing.

The sadness that his music was conveying infected me as well. When he had experienced the loss of a loved one, the power of his grief caused every note he played to take on the colour of tears. I wondered if he was aware of this…

But then, his performance was interrupted. What happened?

Soon, angry voices resonated instead.

“This is no time to play music!”

“We’re all trapped in this theatre—well, in this ship now!”

“Mr Whistler, you wrote this opera. Did you also orchestrate all of this?”

A familiar voice eventually responded:

“This opera was a request. That is all…”

I quickened my pace and stepped into the scene. And then, a certain silhouette came into my view, accompanied with that of a little pretty boy in a blue hat. It was him…

He was wearing a familiar top hat and jacket. With his gentle gaze, he truly was a gentleman, more than anyone else.

I was filled with such relief that I called out to him without thinking.

“Professor Layton!”

His head slowly turned towards me. The same gentle smile that had been shining in his eyes spread across his face. This was the professor’s smile…

“Janice!”

…and this was the professor’s voice. I missed him…

It was rather odd that I would think that way now, though.

“I’m sorry I got you involved in this, Professor. I never thought that something like this would happen…”

“Don’t apologise. It is the duty of a gentleman to help a lady in need.”

I was startled for a moment… then I giggled.

The ‘duty of a gentleman.’ It was well known amongst the students of Gressenheller that Professor Layton had this habit of saying this kind of funny thing.

And him talking about ‘helping a lady in need’ without any hesitation made him sound so chivalrous, too. Could there be a single woman not happy to be told such a thing?

The tension I had been feeling up until now was completely blown away.

“Of course you would say something like this,” I said with a smile.

“Where is the girl you mentioned in your letter?”

“I haven’t seen her since this morning. When I asked Mr Whistler about it, all he said was that I needed to focus on my performance…”

I was very concerned about Melina. Mr Whistler and her seemed very close for now, but…

At that moment, the mysterious man’s voice echoed throughout the hall.

“Ladies and gentlemen, are you enjoying your ride on the Crown Petone?”

Everyone in the theatre froze.

“We will now begin the puzzle-solving game, for eternal life!”

“Puzzle-solving…?”

“A game…?”

We were all equally confused.

“The rules are simple,” the voice continued. “The last one standing as the winner of the game will get eternal life!”

These two last words won over everyone’s fears, and one by one, more and more people took their seats in silence. I was quite surprised to see that the idea of eternal life would fascinate so many, to such extent. Many wanted to live forever, many more merely hoped for it…

But if I could live forever, what would I even do? If I could continue to live alone, would I really be happy…? With my loved ones dying one by one, leaving me alone for good…

The sound of the little boy’s voice brought me back to reality.

“Professor…?”

He was looking up at Professor Layton with a worried expression. He was only a child, yet he seemed to act as if he were some kind of assistant.

“Under these circumstances, it appears that we have no other choice but to join in, Luke.”

So this was his name.

The two took their seats, getting ready for whatever would come next.

I sat next to the professor and tightly clutched the pendant on my chest. What sort of puzzle-solving game would that be…?

Intense anger started to rise. What on Earth was that man thinking?

I was concerned about Luke. I had put a lovely child in danger, just by writing my letter to the professor…

While I was feeling this regret, I remembered that the wheels of fate had already started to turn and move forward, just like the Crown Petone was doing now as a ship.

I did not want to have any more regrets. And for this, I had to protect Luke and Melina somehow…

I was determined.

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#professor layton #layton's book club #janice quatlane #melina whistler #hershel layton #luke triton #eternal diva #eternal diva novel #translation #professor layton and the eternal diva

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brideofdiscord-rewritten · 10 months

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THIS IS A SIDE BLOG STEMMING FROM @atbussysparks! That is also me!! I will be attempting to re-write bride of discord

Respect for the original property goes to DisneyFanatic2362, writer of bride of discord. This fanfiction was not meant to be "better" but to be a love letter to the original author.

If you or your friend is into MLPFiM, please tag them in my posts!! I want new fans to be able to experience a modern take on a classic fanfic (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Others may write chapters, and I will reblog that! I will write them, but if someone has a better written chapter I'll reblog that instead

THERE WILL BE NO NSFW. While many people have been touched by this series, far too many have touched themselves to it.

I will omit some ridiculous examples of discord being emotionally or mentally abusive past the point in which he has fully developed as a good character. Instead he will face consequences for his abuse.

This is not a safe space for pro/comships. No questions asked

Spike will still have a crush on rarity, but spike being a romantic interest for adult ponies, or having his feelings reciprocated in any way will be removed from the story.

Music and silly corny early 2010s Disney channel humor will stay, unfortunately. BUT! WE WILL MAKE MORE FUNNY JOKES I SWEAR

No cursing within the story, and if they curse it will be subtle. Horse related. Replaced with @$#&*!?¥£€.

Hell, damn, frick, frack, crap, darn, dang, shoot, balls, loser, shut up, fools, doofus, dingus, and ugly are allowed.

The word "ass" will only be used 3 times. Make it count.

Topics such as death should be handled with care and emotions. It is okay to say stuff related to dying.

Characters can be LGBTQ, but explicit sexual references to ponys' relationships, homosexual or heterosexual, are not tolerated. these horses could be sequential hermaphrodites OR self fertilize through an asexual manner called parthenogenesis, and give birth by teleporting the baby horse from their stomach to the ground via magic nurses. But that's not for us to know.

SOMETIMES dirty jokes are allowed. Like, really subtle ones. BUT NO HORSES DO THE NAUGHTY IN THE PLOT. NEVER MENTION IT.

Please write zecora doing actual Hoo Doo. And respect it, as it is cultural magic. Where used to live people did not respect hoodoo and voodoo as actual lifestyles, and viewed them as Halloween gimmicks. In the same place, many black people practiced voodoo.

I'm sorry I will reference fat Albert. I used to watch reruns of it. Fluttershy will explicitly say "HEY HEY HEY" like in the damn YouTube vid. I'm sorry I loved fat Albert.

Rarity will have a daughter from a previous relationship, and the fully will not have that weird diet culture obsession.

Also justice for rarity what the heck did she do to deserve such a horrible life 😭😭😭

If Applejack's speech is funny y'all don't get to say nothing because I'm southern and i am clearly supreme in this area of expertise. She's probably Georgian but that's not my accent so suck it.

Bigots of any kind are not tolerated. Read my main account, (atbussysparks) about section.

And remember! This project was born of love for the original, appreciation of everyone involved with the creation of the audio drama, and the opportunity to make fat Albert references.

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compacflt · 1 year

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okay so something I love in what you've written is the running thematic element of how the "lack" of a character is treated as its own entity/character, not only with Goose--how he’s the “center of the universe” as you say--but also with Sarah. Idk if I just focused hard on Ice’s childhood/adolescence the entire time reading because I’m obsessed with how you wrote him, but the way there were bits and pieces thrown in about her as the story unfolded (Tom's pot-smoking era, the way they grew up so different but had a similar childhood, the unreturned letters and phone calls--also, Ice seeing Chorus Line on Broadway alone was so silly I loved it. Iceman Kazansky: pilot by day, musical theater fan by night. why was he so interested in fucking Chorus Line of all musicals.) but she never actually made an in-the-flesh appearance makes the entire fic, and Ice’s characterization, so dynamic and moving. Like Ice didn’t grow up as a sad little kid with no siblings and some evil overbearing Admiral father that turned him into a Navy-regulated cog in the machine; he had a sister (and grandmother?? A hipster Woodstock grandma?) who loved or at least cared for him a long long time ago, and her presence left a very visible mark (both emotionally and career-wise) on him no matter how “ice cold” he made himself. And in the very very beginning of WWGATTAI, he and Mav were bro-talking about their families and Ice was all like “grr I might as well not have a sister” because he’s secretly Popeye he was grouchy and young and Sarah had stopped talking to him, but then 9/11 happened and he kept trying to get in touch with her just to make sure she’s okay, and then they finally get to talk at the end of Debriefing and it's like...he's reached the top and he's become the person he's always wanted to become, but he's still the exact same. He wants his sister. He's “The Iceman" and can probably run the Navy on his own, but he’s also just someone’s little brother that used to smoke pot with all the other California hippies. He misses her but he can't talk about it.

Also, you didn't just shoehorn her into the story as a character that would be the Tom Kazansky Version of Carole-and-Goose (or as Ice's wife LMAO) and I loved how you gave her personal depth and a purpose/life outside the story while still adding to Ice's characterization through giving him another person to (a) care too much about and (b) shove into his closet of skeletons because the relationship he has with them is breaking some sort of federal regulation. I hope this all makes sense hahaha, but anyway I loved Sarah and how you treated her. It was so entertaining/heartbreaking to watch Ice wrestle with how the main three people he loves are his communist sister, a male romantic partner who is also a subordinate he bails out of sticky situations constantly, and the son of the man he was involved in the death of. crazy stuff.

ok this is so funny & I love this so much because… it wasn't really how I was thinking about it at the time & I'm so glad it comes across as much warmer than how I originally wrote it... okay like i could explain everything but muh “death of the author”…… eh fuck it okay. I’ll put it under a cut so you can choose not to watch me auto-fellate. another long post, sorry.

so, on Sarah.

I should start this post by saying straight off the bat that she’s literally just a self-insert for me, the author, as a leftist who lives in New York and would not give someone like Tom the time of day, so I could feel better morally/ethically about writing Top Gun fanfiction. So, there’s that. But she (just like everyone else in this fic) is just a tool to get across information about Ice and the story as a whole, and there’s a reason she was introduced in chapter one (two if you’re reading on AO3 i guess. no prologue, wtf is up with that AO3 you guys need to fix that). I wanted to convey a shitload of information at the start, especially because I was posting semi-weekly and wanted people to know what they were getting into because it’s a slow burn.

To summarize what happens in chapter one:

Goose is dead.

Ice and Maverick kill some MiGskyites in addition to killing Goose and it cements some weird fucked-up hyperinterdependent relationship between them.

No, this does not make them instantly friends. They are still fundamentally different people who dislike each other’s outlook on life.

Ice kills some more Soviets and becomes Maverick’s equal, though still not in rank/honor.

Ice writes to his sister Sarah, who doesn’t answer.

Ice hooks up with a girl, but finds that he can’t relate to her as much as he did before the experience of TOPGUN. Also, he can’t relate to women at all.

Ice tries to visit Sarah, and is rejected.

Ice sees A Chorus Line on Broadway by himself.

Ice and Maverick talk to each other as semi-equals, and Ice explains that his sister is a Commie who will never talk to him again. He also explains that he wants to get to the top because he thinks it will make him a good man, or that he can make the Navy better because he himself is a good man. Maverick says, yeah right bozo.

So we’re 5,000 words into a 90,000-word fic and already you know the following:

This entire story and everyone in it revolves around Goose’s death and who gets the blame for Goose’s death.

Ice and Mav are brought together not because they like each other, but because the experience of killing both their friend and their enemies has made it impossible for anyone else on Earth to understand them to that same extent. From the first word, they're already both so fucked-up it really is each other or nobody.

This is gonna be a sloooow burn.

Ice and Mav might end up as superior and subordinate, but they are fundamentally equal ("you can be my wingman anytime/bullshit you can be mine"), and start out as equals. They are now directly responsible for the same amount of death.

Sarah is Ice’s sister, so Ice is definitely not getting married to a woman in this fic. Good news for everyone scared by the slow burn.

Ice had previously had fun with women, and still wants to marry a woman because it "follows all the rules," but after meeting Maverick/the whole TOPGUN experience he finds them annoying/unrelatable. He can’t relate to women at all and doesn't believe this woman when she tells him she loves him because he himself has never been in love with a woman. He is gay.

Ice sees A Chorus Line on Broadway by himself. He is gay.

Sarah will not be in this fic, and Ice is a categorically lonely man who is isolated from anyone who could possibly help him talk about how he feels.

Sarah is a Communist who rejected her military brother, not the other way around, so this is a leftist fic from a leftist perspective, but about conservative men whose conservative personal and political opinions will be repeatedly challenged by the end. This is not a pro-Navy story.

As a corollary to that, the ship for Ice to “be a good man” has already sailed. He’s gonna try his best to be a good man—emphasis on man—throughout the story, but he’s already failed from the very first line.

And Ice steadfastly and stubbornly refuses to be honest with us or himself about how he feels about any of the above.

So you basically have everything you need to understand the rest of the story. Now you (reader) and I (author) can meet each other in the middle on equal terms, and the real story can actually finally get started in the next chapter. It’s a lot of information. Which is why it’s not written very well and the pacing is fucked.

But yeah I just used “Sarah” as an expository tool to help first-time readers understand the political lens of this fic from the get-go, so we don’t have to have a lot of hand-wringing when Ice becomes a war hero of the Persian Gulf War or anything like that (though in my a/n for chapter 5 i did admittedly do some hand-wringing. i gotta delete those a/ns). So, Sarah becomes kind of a weak stand-in for Ice’s political guilt. She’s only mentioned four times besides chapter one, i think—once when Ice is with “Laura” (he is still incredibly guilty about all the people he killed & feels like he let “Sarah” down); once with 9/11 (he still thinks about “Sarah” often enough that she’s the first thing he thinks of when the country has been attacked [still haven't decided if this is the real Sarah though]); once when he’s getting high with Maverick (he is constantly reminded by the brass of the ways in which he is not a good man); and once at the end of “Debriefing,” where they actually get to talk to each other—because he has finally “snapped out of it” and left the Navy.

This fic wasn’t meant to be my sorta-kinda-but-not-really-anti-military soapbox preaching, though, which is why Sarah’s hardly in it at all. It’s a D-plot. Maybe even an E-plot. All in service of the Icemav A-plot. That end scene has a couple different purposes, actually. The second is that Sarah, who at this point is pretty much just a stranger, becomes a receptacle for Ice to prove that he can finally be honest with himself and others about his relationship with Maverick. And…that’s pretty much it. I did do more with her in my Slider one-shot but i honestly dk if that’s getting posted at this point (ITS ROUGH) so im not gonna talk about it now.

But—that was all Sarah as a symbol, which is very un-fun. Sarah as a character is kind of a blank slate, but how Ice thinks about her/misses her is not, as you said :) I’m wary of posting headcanons that are dependent on my fic, though I do have many, because I feel like that’s not really the point of headcanons… “compacflt!Ice-specific headcanons…” idk that seems a little self-aggrandizing even for me. But, yeah, I guess I would characterize my Ice’s childhood as not greeeaaat, because his dad apparently died in Vietnam when he was like eight and his mom apparently died in a car crash when he was twelve (which is why he’s such a good driver [ch 8 notwithstanding DO NOT DRIVE 120 ON I-5]), but also not, like, abusive or anything. Raised by his grandmother (in the Slider one-shot, which I might as well spoil for you since I’m feeling quite hopeless about it, Slider kinda helps Ice deal with her death in the second year they’re at the Academy together, and it’s how their friendship really starts) who might have been hippy-ish and encouraged him breaking the rules, but also he & his sister were very very impacted by the death of their father at war. This is getting kind of deep into it, and I’m just kinda making it up, but I think there was probably a lot of strife between him and Sarah when he was gearing up to go to the Academy/getting his recommendations etc., like actual arguments and screaming matches—yes, she’s disappointed in him, but more than anything she wants to keep him safe so he doesn’t die like their dad (relevant for ice/rooster later)—and he ended up losing her, so it made a deep, deep impression on how he handles (avoids) confrontation about serious stuff like this when he knows he's gonna lose… my ice has a confrontation issue, obviously. but so does canon. see him "apologizing" to maverick for goose's death in the movie for another example of this. bro is struggling.

But thats just me makin shit up so whatever.

But that’s me just makin shit up so whatever.

#it is semi-unfortunate that any character who is not ice in any of my fics #is just a tool for ice’s development lol #i literally was so delightedly confused when someone told me juno was their favorite OC #i was like ? she was just a way to show ice does have respect for other ‘minorities’ in the navy just not himself #ice is straight-up libcoded im sorry #normie median Biden voter ice #but yeah it’s not a very empathetic way to write #the whole rooster one-shot was written because i felt so horrible about how i treated rooster in my fics #bc he really is such a tragic figure in the story #you know how i compared ice/rooster to abraham/isaac?#that’s because i realized I was like this story's god asking abraham to sacrifice his son for his own character development #i still feel awful about it #anyway thank you so so much for the lovely lovely ask I love talking about this stuff #edts notes #asks #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #my ice is an army brat but joined the navy cause ‘like hell am i flying choppers’

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taeminscoconuthead · 1 year

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I made 6 decoys for this study!

1. @minethereals

Her name is Annie. She is 19 years old and is a Taemint. She has been a Shawol for about 8 years now and doesn’t plan on leaving any time soon. Her coping mechanism with Dec 18th are reblogging memes and funny videos. She has been doing it since August 2018 and hasn’t stopped ever since due to how effective it was.

2. @sweetiejjongie

Alyssa is a long time Shawol with literally a decade of experiencing their music. She is exactly 28 and has a 3 year old daughter (Savanna) who is also a K-pop fan who’s favourite groups so happens to be BLACKPINK and BTS. Being a Blinger herself, Dec 18th is one of the most hardest days of her life besides the day her mother died and the very moment she got raped by a babysitter that was supposed to look after her little brother when she was only 11. As a spiritual believer, she would imagine Jonghyun in heaven within her own lens, hence she would create fanfictions to further visualise her beliefs.

3. @dearonew

Meet Jaeyeon, or Jazzy. She is also a long time Shawol with 9 years alongside with groups such as EXO, Super Junior, Girls Generation, BIGBANG, etc. As an MVP, Dec 18th affects her quite a lot that she would resort to making letters to him weekly on her blog to talk about her day like a penpal. She’s a sweet person to talk to and a lot of her friends would say the same thing.

4. @keyluvs

Ken (they/them) is a Shawol that has been around since 2012 but has finally came in 2016 due to the songs being of their type. As a Locket, they felt devastated and almost out of place since they didn’t think they was eligible to share their emotions about Jonghyun. Eventually, they allowed themself to mourn and celebrate his life by sharing some pictures of him they liked.

5. @chocominho

Miracle is a 29 year old Shawol who has graduated University few years prior and is just settling into her new life. Being a Flame of 7 years, she was very saddened as she laid on her best friend’s shoulders for comfort. She occasionally celebrates Jonghyun’s life by sharing pictures of him on social media and talks about how funny he was.

6. @shawolsangels

Jack is a 17 year old from England that was introduced to K-pop by his big sister in 2014 and is still into them until this day. He loves all of the members equally, so there’s no surprise that he would be devastated to hear about Dec 18th. He writes fanfictions with all of them included and it has been helping him ever since 2019 after he had realised that pretending he never existed didn’t help him cope at all.

Let me know what do you think and if I need to change any of them!

That’s absolutely amazing! I love how you gave each of them some personalities and even traumas they had went through! I feel so bad for Alyssa and I hope she’s doing well at the moment.

Also, you can message @howcanibehomophobicmyjjongisgay for any updates so he could add them to his statistics!

#mentions dec 18th #ourdeathisnotyourproperty #statistic study #shinee #shawol #shawols #decoys

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panhazelswanatla · 1 year

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A Letter To Planty of the Opera

Hello, whomever stumbles upon this. During the year 2020, I was a big fan of Phantom of the Opera. I used to go on this site under the name Christina_Lotte_Daae. During this time, I became close friends with another user who I believe went under a name similar to Planty_of_the_Opera . I was unfortunately forced to stop using the site by my family, and was unable to achieve closure with this person. So now, three years later, I have decided to write a letter to this person and post it onto tumblr, in the hopes that perhaps, somehow, this person will find it. I doubt that they will ever see it, however.

I used to call this person Erika, while this was not their real name. Erika, if you are reading this letter, I hope you don’t mind my referring to you by this.

So how do I begin? Well, to start, I hope you are doing well. Have the past few years been kind to you? I hope they have. Do you still like POTO? I have to admit that after I stopped using tumblr before, I sort of fell out of it, due to the memories. But I do still enjoy the music from time to time. How has your fanfiction been coming along?

After I stopped using tumblr before, I fell into a bit of a rut, but then began to channel my sadness into schoolwork to cope. It did help, and I’ve been doing very well in school! And later on that year, my music teacher had us all sing POTO songs. How funny is that? I wish you could’ve been there. You’d also have liked that music teacher, he was pretty cool.

During this time, I was given a laptop for school, which specifically blocked most fandom websites. (Although it didn’t block AO3, for whatever reason.) I thought about you a lot, and while I wanted to contact you, I was honestly just exhausted from being yelled at by my teachers, family, everyone, and couldn’t take the possibility of being yelled at again. Oh, and btw, my parents and I have sort of taken a “we don’t talk about Bruno” approach to what happened. We never really talked about it after about a month, with a silent agreement that if I never discuss using social media, they’ll never yell at me about it.

Last night I was listening to music when Rasputin came on. Immediately, you sprang to mind. I regret that my last words to you were “I’m so sorry”. You deserve much, much more than that, as one of my first true, true friends. I do not know if you will ever stumble upon this letter, or if you still use tumblr or any fandom sites, but I hope that you do, and that this letter helps you to achieve any closure that you may have needed. I want you to know that my thoughts of you are only of love and appreciation, and my disappearance was never about you. I wish I could have said more in the last few nights I talked to you. And I am so sorry for the worry I must’ve put you through. And for abandoning you, after you’d been so kind to me. I hope you will never forget what an incredible person you are. In the hopes of you seeing this letter, I have attached multiple phantom of the opera hashtags to it. Anyone reading this, I thank you, and I hope you have enjoyed your time. Enjoy your scrolling, and remember to appreciate the friends you make online. If perhaps you knew Planty of the Opera, or had contact with them, I hope you will consider sharing this with them.

much love,

Christina

#phantom west end #the phantom of the opera #christine daae #poto shitpost #poto west end revival #raoul de chagny #poto musical

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Those are some really good choices!

I'm curious about you as a writer from what you've mentioned so let's talk about that some. 1) what got you into writing in general and writing fanfic in specific? 2) coming to the boys, what about GOT7 is unique that makes you want to write them/what keeps you coming back to them as characters? 3) Which member(s) and trope(s) do you respectively enjoy and struggle writing the most?

It's been an absolute pleasure talking to you these past few days and I do hope we can keep in touch after all of this too!

I also really hope you'll enjoy the little gift I'm preparing for you :)

-Your AA <3

Good questions!

(1) When I was in middle school, I was really into poetry. A friend of mine at the time had a huge crush on a boy but she was afraid to talk to him. So, I wrote a love letter for her to put in his locker to shoot her shot. The kid didn't come to school for a week or something 'cause he had the flu but over that time I came up with different ways that him finding the note could go to help ease my friend's worries.

After that I started to think of alternate ways that things around me could go and it spilled into tv shows that I watched. I didn't get into fanfiction until another friend of mine told me about wattpad and mibba. I would sit and read a lot of WWE fanfics. This was also the time that Quizilla was around 😂 As much as I enjoyed them, I noticed that no one really wrote about interracial relationships, so I tried my hand at it and wrote about the Hardy Brothers, Edge, CM Punk and a few others. It was all a bunch of fluff and angst that I never posted. Just wrote it all down in a notebook 😂 (which I'm pretty sure I still have some of the notebooks tucked away in a memory box)

It wasn't until maybe I was in high school that I started to write about different bands that I liked (at the time it was A7X and HIM) and then I started to write about Loki.

(2) Honestly? It's was their personas that made me take an interest in writing them. All the music videos that I watched, if it wasn't them just having a good time, it was like watching someone completely different on screen. The duality is strong with Got7 and that's what caught my eye. What keeps me going back? It's the way that they show themselves to their fans. Each of them do so many different things and have so much going on that makes it easy to create new content for them.

(3) I'm a sucker for a good gang au. Knowing that Mark has some anger issues makes him hella easy to write in that role. He has such a charming smile, so he can give off the tall, dark and handsome easily. Jackson fits into the friends to lovers trope easily too. That's just the vibe he gives off and I run with it.

I think I struggle the most writing for Youngjae. For the longest time I could not do anything for him outside of fluff because that's how he was portrayed. Now that he's doing his own thing, he has shown that he can be sexy when he wants to be. On the other hand Jinyoung is always portrayed as this stonic, expressionless man, so it took me a while to branch out from writing him that way.

Out of all the tropes, I think I struggle the most with enemies to lovers and crack fics. My humor is weird and almost doesn't exist (in my eyes), so what I find funny most do not. As for enemies to lovers, it just doesn't click with me so I don't write it often.

Okay! I think that's everything...I said a lot more than I think I should have 🤭 But hey, it's all good. I really do enjoy your questions and being able to share more about me is fun. I hope you enjoy your weekend and have a good day/night!

Love ya,

Chaos

#ahgase admirer 🐣#soc asks #soc answers #got7 asks #little more about me

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Ksoo often apologized about it and promise to improve himself and reduce the jealousy. Especially when Ji leaves him at the dorm alone and goes out with his squad! That resulted too many bickerings and small arguments between them but nothing too serious. Ji always questions why Ksoo is so jealous and tells him that he shouldn't be and to tone it down. Ksoo feels guilty afterwards.

I'm sorry but it sounds like a fanfiction. Even ss can't know about those details. It's literally impossible for your "sources" to know about that if there are not part of kd's entourages...

True. I understand you.

But I only copy past the k-exol posts I found.

Also we witnessed this in Exo japan interview when Ksoo was supposed to ask a serious question to each member about something that bothered him lately.

All members asked basic things to e/o and when it was Ksoo's turn with other members he teased them with funny questions and compliments, but when he got to Ji he was like " DO YOU REALLY ENJOY HANGING OUT WITH TAEMIN AND YOUR SQUAD MORE THAN US ,YOUR MEMBERS??"

And Ji was offended and dejectedly defended himself and asked ksoo " NO! WHY ARE YOU PUTTING IT THIS WAY, YOU MAKE ME LOOK BAD! OF COURSE NOT! THAT'S NOT TRUE, I ENJOY BEING WITH YOU ALL" and continued defending himself and talking about how he always meets the members and have dinners and how he goes to the gym with chanyeol and baek and how he hangs out with the members who share the same floor as him whom are ( Sehun, Chanyeol and Suho). And then Ji said he couldn't see kyungsoo much coz of their busy schedules and Ksoo was like " No that's just an excuse, saying we have busy schedules that we can't meet is just mere excuses, but it's okay since we're always together in the dorm we always see e/o coz we live together" and it was mentioned that he said it sarcastically and annoyed. Doesn't that sound like a dialogue from a FF? Well it was posted on Exo japan Dvd book.

U must know sasaengs did work in SM hidden "as staff"!! and some staff leaked info to Sasaengs for tons money! Yes they do that and there were many many staff who went to jail for this ! Also I once read that when Managers get kicked by the company they go around spreading all secrets about the bands they worked with in exchange of massive amounts of money from their fans!I saw sasaengs dissing some SM staff for asking for a huge amount of money for some pics and news about Sehun!! U know the scandal of BP's Li/sa's own manager who took advantage of her naiveness and her trust in him and stole 1billion won from her account when she informed him that she is willing to open a project and invest in her mother land! he lied to her and promised her to find her a good local for the project and that he will invest her money in a project that would benefit her so much in thailand but at the end he took the money and disappeared, yes! Staff and managers don't get paid well btw and some go bankrupt with debts related to gambling and drinking and clubbing and paying hookup girls etc... And wanting to live a high class life and buy massive cars and appartement with loans from banks that they end up not being able to pay! And many managers asked money from their idols to solve their problems I read this few times about a female soloist and other female band who paid their manager's debts.

Didn't you hear the story of that Sasaeng who even entered Exo's main dance practice in 2018 and took pics of them practicing! Sehun talked about this somewhere i don't remember maybe on his IG or live, anyway he talked about the invasion of privacy!

U heard of the sasaengs who put cameras in teddy bears they gave to the members and recorded them for a long time before they were exposed! That happened a lot around 2013/2014 when exo became extra famous and gained tons of obsessive fans!

U heard of the sasaengs that got to Exo's hotel room and stole Ksoo's boxer and put it on sale and even his own socks! Check the post here on this link :

U heard of the fans who inserted cameras and mics under the members beds in the dorm and even in Hotels and in bathrooms!

There are tons of examples so I'll just write etc..

So yes most of 2012 Exo facts that you saw on internet back in 2012/2013 were all taken from recording the members for months by secret cameras and mics inserted in their dorm and hotels and even on the plane during flights !

I had an audio about Baekhyun's birthday party and chanyeol's birthday party with all members just talking and chilling and saying a lot of things! It was deleted after ! And i don't speak korean and didn't understood a thing back then in 2013 so I didn't care much about it! It was deleted after.

If I post what koreans wrote about Exo's daily life in their own dorm and what they said they recorded and filmed about them, you would be shocked! You would say HOW?? DID THEY LIVE WITH THEM?? Yes! THEY DID! DIRECTLY as staff and INDIRECTLY through sasaengs nasty ways.

Some sasaengs worked in S/M as staff and some sasaengs rented apartments in the same building Exo had their dorm at ! And followed them for years!

I even saw a korean exol talking about how she used to pay a woman whom is Exo's neighbor to get information about what she hears from their apartment coz they were living next door! And she said they were so noisy and so hyperactive and screaming a lot and playing music a lot and that kaisoo were the closest ones! And that korean girl didn't even like Kadi !

There was a sasaeng who even disguised as a house keeper and put application in house keepers's agency just to get the Job at Exo's dorm ! And Sasaeng paid Exo's housekeepers millions to get recordings from their daily life. Yeah that's how Kyungsoo got traumatized! And i won't say what happened to him and why he became like this! Scared of interactions with fans and he even mentioned in his interview how sad he is coz his debit trauma caused him to not make a difference btw Sasaengs and real fans that he saw them all as sasaengs and even apologized to fans to whom he was cold before! He said he can't know who would harm him and who are his real fans. And promised to improve his interactions skills. Which he did not very much improved 🤭

Ji and Ksoo and Baek were slutshamed and molested by female fans and male fans! Just a hint ! Let alone death threats and Love confessions and nasty dirty sexual letters sent to their own mail at their dorm! I gave a hint 😉

No problem i'll try to post something to prove you that I only copy past the posts of korean after asking for permission. And you will see the narratives yourself. But it's in korean and the translation is poor but deal with it!

#Exo and sasaengs #kaisoo sasaengs #kaisoo #kadi #love #kaisoo love #dika #kaisoo love story

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heatherclowndler · 4 years

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An Open Letter To the Six Fandom

I'm gonna be real with you guys: I’m getting really tired of the moral superiority of some people in the Six fandom. Six is a barely historically accurate concert-musical where the queens fight about their trauma for an hour, but it’s about white women, so I guess that means that its #girlpower is so much more respectable than Hamilton being representation to POC.

If you think I'm not talking about you, I am, @historemix / @ghostheather . I’m fucking sick of your bullshit. How come every time you get called out for being a hypocritical bully, you have a little meltdown, say you'll be better, and then go back to the same bullshit as before?

Before I actually get into the reasons that you’re a hypocrite and a bully, I want to thank everyone that sent me the screenshots and testimonials used in this post. It’s good to know that multiple people are as fed up and disturbed by this behavior as I am, and it wouldn’t have been possible without you.

Anyways, back to the matter at hand. First and foremost, your obsession with being on a fucking high horse is embarrassing. Your self-congratulatory posts about the Six fandom being so much better than the Hamilton fandom is fucking laughable coming from you, and here's why.

Before you get on about the Hamilton fandom being toxic, and the major reason why you can't fuck with the musical, remember that much of the fandom are people of color: most of whom are also minors. And they’re often the first to be driven out of it– not by harmless headcanons and fanfics or kids being "cringy”, but racist, toxic ass adults, colorism, whitewashing and constant harassment. Black fans, minors especially, would be the first to tell you this, since there’s been multiple incidents on Tumblr and Twitter where Black fans have been harassed, called slurs, etc. just for liking the musical, and that isn’t even getting into the amount of shit that’s been sent to the Black cast members for being a part of it. But clearly you haven't been fucking bothered to read the posts of how Black people in this fandom and in the cast have been treated, because maybe if you did, you’d be quiet and think before you start spouting shit, instead of constantly putting Hamilton’s name in your mouth to say shit that you think will give you woke points with the funnymen crowd.

Do you really think that the same bloggers that make fun of Hamilton would see any difference between those fans and you, the adult stanning a musical where Real Life Catherine of Aragon, a character played by a black woman, owned slaves, and was the person that introduced slavery into England is portrayed as a strong, feminist Queen? Or how Catherine Parr, a woman who was complicit in child molesation and later got upset with said child for being a victim of sexual abuse, is portrayed as the ultimate feminist and hero of the musical? Or is it okay for you to talk about how these child-molesting slaveowners were oh so admirable and honorable because you "respect the history,” whatever the fuck that means.

Yes.. I'm sure white women from the 1500s would be so pleased about the fact that their history is being told by women that they thought were inferior to them based on the color of their skin.

Also sidenote, you may want to reconsider your definition of what is a respectable Six fan when you're writing a literal AU for your favorite dead queens. Sis, just say that you want to write Six fanfiction. There’s no shame in it– especially because the people that write Six fanfiction are more respectable than you are.

But speaking of history, you need to take off your clown mask and realize how ridiculous the notion that “respectable Six fans” are ones that have a genuine respect for Tudor history, because despite the fact that you say this, Six completely disregards the actual Tudor history.

Take the example of Boleyn. Anne Boleyn – a woman who was judicially murdered on false charges including incest with her brother, witchcraft, and adultery in part because she couldn’t give birth to a son and wouldn’t be a submissive wife to her husband – is reduced to a three minute comic relief song that makes light of her murder and states that yes, she actually was guilty of adultery, but she only flirted with those guys to make Henry jealous! Writing an entire song about a woman whose name has been dragged through the mud for nearly 500 years after she was murdered on false charges and then saying that she actually did do the thing that caused her to be executed is just peak #Feminism, am I right? And so is making light of her unjust execution by calling the song “Don’t Lose Your Head” and continuously making joking references to her being beheaded, I guess. Never mind the fact that Boleyn was reportedly near-suicidal and “ready to be done with life” by the time she was executed. Never mind the fact that the six fingers rumor – something that’s also repeated in the musical and presented as a fact – was started by Catholics attempting to quell people’s sympathies over Boleyn’s execution by attempting to make it seem like she actually was a witch and therefore deserved to die. None of that matters because Six is about feminism and it does the Queens justice, right?

And let’s not even get started on Catherine of Aragon. You know, the person who you've reblogged posts about that claim she was “a remarkable woman”, and that you’re apparently so sad about the fact that she died that you’ve made memorial posts about her knowing good and well that she was a garbage person who owned human beings? The same Catherine of Aragon that was reduced in the musical to only being angry that her husband cheated on her and wanted to divorce her, as well as bickering with Boleyn? The same Catherine of Aragon that also was reduced to constantly talking in the musical about how she was forced to move to a country where she didn’t know anyone? On that note, isn’t it funny how that works? Especially since she and her garbage family owned slaves, forced them to convert to Christianity and change their names to Spanish ones, and then forced them to come to England with Catherine when she moved there to marry Arthur Tudor!

All of the queens are dumbed down for the sake of the musical and it isn't until the very, VERY end of the musical that they all realize that fighting over who got the worse abuse from their husband is fucking stupid. And, even then, it’s still incredibly fucking problematic and gross because the Queen that makes them realize that the fight is stupid, and ultimately the Queen that’s praised for being the most feminist in the musical and by its creators, is the Queen that literally held her stepdaughter down while her husband molested her. If you’re really so damn upset about how much Hamilton and its creator glorify the Founders that it ruined your ability to enjoy the musical when that musical at least still acknowledges the fact that Presidents Washington, Jefferson and Madison owned slaves (and its creator acknowledging that none of the Founders were good people), why aren’t you upset about how Six portrays Catherine Parr and Catherine of Aragon as feminists when they were a child molester and a slave owner, respectively, and it's never acknowledged in the musical? Why isn’t your enjoyment of Six ruined by the fact that the Six creators praise Child Molester Parr and Slaveowner of Aragon for being strong feminists, or the Six Instagram calling Ferdinand and Isabella (you know, the people that committed genocide against Black people in Spain, had others tortured and executed for their race&religious beliefs, and literally caused Columbus’s colonization of the Americas [and by extension, the Transatlantic Slave Trade] to begin) a “power couple”?

The entire premise of Six is flawed, arguably even more so than Hamilton’s, because at least Hamilton actually did what it sets out to do throughout the entire musical, and not just the last five minutes. But even so, the basic plot idea remains– fictionalized (heavy emphasis on the fictionalized, Heather!) versions of real people fighting to tell their story. So, if the creators of Six cast aside historical accuracy for the sake of creating a diverse and modern take on the Queens’s lives and you eat it up as much as you do, why should we give a shit when Hamilton does the same thing? Since you love Six so much, you clearly fucking don't, because otherwise you’d be shitting on Six just as much as you like to shit on Hamilton. It really just goes to show how much of a hypocrite and a pick-me ass bitch you are, because the fact that you love Six makes it really obvious that you only care about hating Hamilton so much because it’s a stance that you think will give you more street cred with the Tumblr and Twitter crowds.

^^ The absolute hypocrisy of you reblogging this when you regularly make posts and reblog posts of you and other people doing the same thing with Hamilton and its fandom. Embarrassing.

I'm saying this as someone who enjoys Six’s songs and also has common sense and brain cells– they're fictionalized versions of real people, and those real people were shitty. And that’s okay. But you need to stop embarrassing yourself and acting like you’re morally superior to people that enjoy Hamilton when your core arguments for enjoying Six literally could also be said for Hamilton, and your core arguments for hating Hamilton could be said (and would definitely apply better) to Six. I see you all the time making the argument about how important it is for Six fans to see an all-woman cast, do you think Hamilton fans of color can't make the argument that they feel it's important to see a cast with over 95% POC? How for those teens, it brought them into giving musicals a try in the first place (this is just one of many examples)? How Hamilton's overwhelming success brought jobs to so many actors of color, including helping some of them (most prominently, Daveed Diggs) make a stable enough income to give them a place to live and rest their head? When it paved the way for musicals like Six to gain popularity, too? Cognitive dissonance isn't a good fucking look on you, luv.

And don’t even try the "creator is problematic argument", bitch. You're all over Mean Girls, where the creator (Tina Fey) is shitty for a multitude of reasons, blackface and saying the n word included. Not to mention the Heathers musical, where the creators turn JD into a sympathetic villain and apologise for him when the director and writer of the original movie made it clear that JD wasn’t a character that people are supposed to sympathize with. It's a fucking joke that you go "I can't get behind a musical with a bad creator!" when you base your whole blog around a musical whose creator that's transphobic and antiblack, as well as a musical whose creators apologise for an attempted school shooter and use their musical to make him sympathetic. We know LMM is a piece of trash, but that doesn't give you the right to steamroll over fans (again, most of whom are minors of color) who just want to mind their business and enjoy a fucking show, like a pick-me ass theater kid you are.

And while we're talking about your hypocrisy, let's talk about your incessant harassment of a teenage Six fan for fucking months. You’ve instigated wave after wave of bullying towards a fan who was only 15 at the time when it started, for various reasons. I don’t give a fuck if you were just trying to “spread awareness” about their actions, or get them to change their ways, or whatever. You’re a grown ass fucking adult. If you see a minor in fandom – especially one that’s 3+ years younger than you – doing cringy/problematic stuff, let other minors be the ones to say something about it. Your harassment and creepy behavior around minors isn’t justified by the fact that you think that you’re doing something good.

This is just one of the many examples of you vaguing/posting about the teenage Six fan under the guise of trying to “spread awareness” about their reaction. This one is just fucking rude, especially because they’re a minor with ADHD/ADD that projects traits that they have onto fictional characters and vice versa. I’d expect you to know a lot about projecting onto characters and picking up traits from them, since you channel Heather Chandler and Regina George’s bitchiness and their consistent harassment of teenagers that they consider to be lesser than them into your internet persona and identity, am I right?

The potential end result doesn’t justify the means; but clearly you think it does since you never say shit about this teenager getting harassed until you get called out for your complicity in it, say that you never sent them any asks, promise you’ll do better about the way you interact with minors in fandom, repeat.

Not to mention the complete hypocrisy of this statement in the tags of one of the below posts– especially considering that you were the one that made it open season on this girl in the first place with your consistent vaguing about her and making joke posts about her with your friends when she was only fifteen. And on top of that, denying that you ever harassed Lizzie, claiming that your only crime was vague posting her – when you and your shitty friends posted memes about stuff that she had been doing and making it really clear in your vagues that it was about Lizzie. Just because you didn’t name her directly doesn’t mean that it wasn’t harassment, asshole.

Oh, and here you are, months earlier, admitting that you did cause her to get harassed and acknowledging that you named her? Interesting.

The fact that you say that you have to take responsibility for it, but you never fucking do? [Narrator Voice] Heather would not take responsibility for that.

And let’s not forget how after almost driving the girl to the point of suicide and after getting called out multiple times for it, you promised to be a better person, before running to Twitter and continuing to vague about her. And in addition to that, you making memes and joke posts about Jay, the black teenager who was also bullied almost to the point of suicide for minding his own fucking business and making some fucking fanart and quirky headcanons, is fucking nasty. To further stick your nose up at him and go “not my fandom” at him for drawing Trans!Jefferson art when your Tumblr icon is Anne Boleyn with a lesbian flag behind it and your Twitter icon is the same thing with Katherine Howard... the joke writes itself. Do I have to repeat my point?

Not to mention the fact that you fucking lied in your apology on your viral post about him, because you said that you only became aware of the fact that he was a Black teenager that was harassed after the post whent viral.. when someone told you months before (in the replies to the above post) that he was a Black teenager that was harassed relentlessly for his fanart and asked you to leave Hamilton fans of color alone. But clearly you still stand by your point about Hamilton fans. Who’s surprised?

And then after receiving a 22-anon thread where anon presumably called you out on your hypocrisy of this, you still went to Twitter and started bitching about the fact that you were called out despite saying that you were deeply ashamed and that you would do better. Yet another example of Heather the Hypocrite, am I right or am I right?

You really switch up from “I feel incredibly ashamed and I want to reassess where to go forward from here” on Tumblr to “I hate Tumblr purity culture” when you’re on the safety of your Twitter account like clockwork. And it’s awfully bold of you to mention Tumblr purity culture like you didn’t cause waves of harassment to be sent to a 15/16 year old girl to the point where she felt paranoid that someone was going to come to her house and attack her, and later make memes/joke posts about a Black minor who was harassed to the point where he tried to commit suicide and later had to get rid of his online presence altogether for his own safety.

Also, you posted the IP address of the anon who called you out, and tagged them as “asshole” on the website that you use to track IP addresses. But you genuinely felt ashamed, right? You wanted to change and reassess yourself, right? (The anon’s IP address has been blocked out by me to protect their privacy, because the person who sent in this screenshot didn’t black it out, either.)

And even then, aside from all that, your actions have caused multiple minors in the Six fandom to feel uncomfortable. Below are testimonials about your behavior, and how it’s made minors in the Six fandom feel. One of these is also a reply on a post that called out your behavior. (URLs and icons on both Tumblr and Discord are blacked out to protect their privacy.)

Take in what these testimonials are saying. The fact that your behavior with harassing minors has grown so much that people are afraid to post in the Six tags and express their love for the musical because they don’t want to get harassed by you and your group of friends is concerning.

You, a grown adult, have made minors scared to be themselves and do things their way. You’ve created a culture of fear in a fandom where over 80% of its active fans are minors. You should have been leading by example, showing Six fans how the message of uplifting women should be implemented, but instead? You caused a floodgate of harassment to be sent to a then-15 year old girl that got so bad that she was suicidal and paranoid that people would come to her house, and it ended with even more minors afraid to post in the fandom’s tag because they’re afraid that you and your shitty friends will come for them, too. Shit, I was a follower for a while! I had only unfollowed due to your moral high horse, but it wasn't long before I was made aware about your history of bullshit.

You shouldn’t just be ashamed of yourself– you should be mortified with yourself. And your little friend group should be, too: not only because of their part in all of this, participating in harassing and making fun of that poor girl with you, but because of the fact that they keep enabling you to do this harmful shit by not properly shutting you down or calling you out. But it's not like you care anyways, because you’ve made fun of people voicing their concerns about your behavior and calling you out for making the fandom an unsafe space.

"But I said I'm sorry-" Yeah, we know. We saw a series of half-assed “I'm sorry” posts, paired with you not taking real responsibility for any of the harm you’ve caused. And clearly you didn't actually mean anything you said, because you kept doing it again. And again, and again, and again.

By the way, Heather, the implication that you would be indicted for murder if Lizzie committed suicide despite never speaking to her isn’t just an implication: it’s a literal fact that people can be prosecuted for manslaughter/murder without ever laying a finger on the suicide victim. This includes cyberbullying.

It means nothing to admit you're a hypocrite and do nothing to improve, especially because you’ve said this same exact “apology” multiple times, almost word from word. You're a grown fucking adult that vicariously lives out her dream of being a highschool bully through Tumblr by harassing teenage girls on the internet, and it gives me secondhand embarrassment. Grow the fuck up already, Heather. You’re 20 years old.

You're always harping about how the Six fandom is becoming toxic and embarrassing without considering the fact that you’re one of the toxic ass adults that make children embarrassed and ashamed to be a part of their fandoms. Whenever they do something even slightly cringy, and not even genuinely problematic like some of the other shit in the Six fandom, you’re quick to be like “This isn’t respectable,” “The Six fandom is going to be the next Hamilton fandom,” or whatever the fuck else you say. Teenage girls calling Boleyn a gremlin and making headcanons about the queens siblings/children is not the end of the world, and the fact that you act like it is when you’ve actively created a culture of fear in a fandom that’s mostly made up of teenage girls is embarrassing and disgusting.

I don’t care about whatever apology or sob story you’re going to say after you see this post, because in the end, it’ll just be an empty promise as long as you stay on here. At best, you’ll say that you’re going to do better and leave Tumblr for what, a month? Only to bitch on your Twitter account for the entire month, then come back to Tumblr and do the same exact thing that I’m calling you out for.

You need to stay away from minors in fandom. As a matter of fact — stay out of fandoms that are mostly made up of minors as a whole. You’ve proven time and time again that you don’t care about the safety or feelings of minors, nor do you care about actually “improving” or reassessing yourself every time you get called out. The fact that you’ve been called out for the same things via being indirected on a Tumblr post (linked here), being sent multiple anons by different people (shown above), and being sent a 22-anon thread by one single person calling you out (stated by you above), and you still haven’t changed? Is all of the proof that I need that you won’t change.

That’s all I have to say to you.

People in the Six fandom, I’m heavily urging you not to continue giving this person a platform. I can’t force you to do anything, but you all deserve the right to know what’s been going on. Aside from her hypocrisy about Six, it’s historical figures, and its fandom as a whole, she’s been involved in harassing a minor to the point where she felt paranoid and wanted to leave the fandom on separate occasions, made jokes about another minor in a different fandom that was harassed to the point of attempting suicide on multiple occasions (then lying and claiming that she was never told he was a Black minor who was harassed after she was called out due to a post she made about him going viral when someone told her months before that he was all of those things in the notes of another post she made about him), and other minors have posted/stated that they feel her behavior went too fair, and that because of it they feel unsafe posting stuff in the fandom.

She’s been called out on her behavior on multiple different occasions, and each time she said that she would reassess her behavior and discuss how her actions were toxic. People have given her multiple chances, and each time, she’s gone back to the same toxic behavior and done the very things that she claimed she would stop doing. It’s getting ridiculous at this point, and her actions have gotten to the point where it seems like the only course of action is to call her out publicly.

Like Heather herself said, and I will now brilliantly quote because karma is a bitch: “If you keep making the same “mistake” MULTIPLE TIMES, people aren’t gonna be happy about it.” She isn’t exempt from criticism, especially when this stuff has happened multiple times and she hasn’t done anything to change her behavior. Listen to what she said, and hold her accountable.

Again, I can’t force you to do anything, but I hope that everyone in the Six fandom keeps what was said in this post in mind the next time they consider interacting with her or her content. Take care.

#six the musical #six musical #if youre in the six fandom pls reblog this to spread awareness. this has gone on for long enough #ghostheather

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relishredshoes · 3 years

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Interview given to The Severus Snape and Hermione Granger Shipping Fan Group.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/199718373383293/

Hello CorvusDraconis and welcome to Behind the Quill, thank-you so much for sitting down with us to chat.

You’re a well known and beloved figure in the SS/HG community for your many stories - including a personal favourite of mine, A chance for happiness.

Okay, let’s jump right in. What's the story behind your pen name?

I have always had a fascination for the shiny things and the Northwest Coast depictions of Raven the Trickster/Creator, and, I tend to hoard (and get super protective) of my art supplies. Corvids have always been a positive sign in my life. They tend to show up when I’m feeling down and engage in funny antics in the yard. As for dragons, I’ve always had a love for them and think the Western depiction of them as dangerous beasts with no mind but for hoarding treasure and killing people only to be slain by a knight quite despicable.

Which Harry Potter character do you identify with the most?

Severus, actually. I see a lot of my life in his. Hardships, challenges, bullying— trying to be something better and later wondering about unwise decisions. I have a very similar dislike for dunderheads, but I do not share his inclination to denude rosebushes of their petals. Do you have a favourite genre to read? (not in fic, just in general) I have always preferred fantasy and sci-fi.

Do you have a favourite "classic" novel?

I am not sure if you would call it a classic novel, but grew up on all things Tolkien (and even puzzled through the Silmarillion at the grand age of seven), and have a special place in my heart for Watership Down. While I’ve read pieces like War and Peace, Iliad, Ulysses, Pride and Prejudice, Grapes of Wrath, Moby Dick, Great Gatsby, Little Women, Catcher in the Rye, Tom Sawyer/Huckleberry Finn, Scarlet Letter, Don Quixote, To Kill a Mockingbird, Animal Farm, Jane Eyre, Lord of the Flies, Tale of Two Cities, Heart of Darkness, Robinson Crusoe, Alice in Wonderland, Great Expectations, Odyssey, Frankenstein, Dracula, Crime and Punishment, Heart of Darkness, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, The Secret Garden, Treasure Island, Anne of Green Gables, Les Misérables, Peter Pan, Gulliver’s Travels, all things Jack London, 20000 Leagues, etc.— they never captured me as aptly as Anne McCaffery’s Dragonriders of Pern or Mercedes Lackley’s the Last Herald Mage. Though, if I were to pick classic stories I read more than once (litmus test for things I like) it would be things such as The Secret Garden, Call of the Wild, Wild Fang, The Hobbit, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and The Last Unicorn. At what age did you start writing? The moment I could pick up pencil and paper, I was writing. I had notepads full of stories I wrote as a kid. Alas, my dad found them one day when I was off to college, made fun of them, and I came home and burned every single one in mortification.

How did you get into writing fanfiction?

The moment TV shows did “stupid things” to their characters. I used to write things about Beauty and the Beast (the old CBS show) when they killed off the main character, Knight Rider, Robocop, Transformers— there are probably far more that I just don’t remember now. I was writing it long before there was a fanfiction dot net or a term to even call it. What's the best theme you've ever come across in a fic? Is it a theme represented in your own works? I am a shameless romantic for the beauty within and sometimes the quite literal love for a monster (not just some person who acts like a monster and changes into a better person.) The misunderstood monster is perhaps my most favourite theme, and it shows up in my stories often if not always. What fandoms are you involved in other than Harry Potter? I ship SessKag from Inuyasha, Lucard/Sophie from Dracula: The Series, and Loki/Hermione when I’m feeling crossover-y. If you could make one change to canon, what would it be? Do you have a favourite piece of fanon? Other than my favourite fanon that Severus lives/survives/finds a better life free of two masters and his guilt, I would say I would want Harry to wise the heck up and realise his father was a swine, his godfather was an almost successful murderer that used his own best mate to try and kill off another student, and his mother wasn’t all that hot either. I would want him to find value in himself without having to make stuff up about his “perfect” parents. Then again, I would want Vernon/Petunia to be arrested for child abuse and put in gaol, but— then the story would have been very different XD Do you listen to music when you write or do you prefer quiet? Sometimes quiet, sometimes music. But usually, I am best mates with Spotify.

What are your favourite fanfictions of all time?

In the HP universe: I honestly don’t read many of them because I’m always writing my own stuff XD, but when I really feel like I need a good Ron bashing SSHG HEA, I read just about anything by IShouldBeWritingSomethingElse. However, that being said, I often return to “The Sun is Often Out” by Hannah-1888 for just the right amount of angst and HEA to make me happy.

In the Inuyasha universe: A Trick of Fate by PristinelyUngifted

In the Marvel universe: Mutual Respect Sends His Regrets by moor

In the Star Trek universe: Gratified By Your Company by starfleetdream

Are you a plotter or a pantser? How does that affect your writing process?

I go by the seat of my feathered rump, to be honest. Inspiration is a fickle, unpredictable beast, and I usually don’t know what is going to happen until it does.

What is your writing genre of choice?

Fantasy

Which of your stories are you most proud of? Why?

Chance of Happiness because it was my very first publication. It may not have been my best, but it was my first, and it very well could have been my last yet somehow wasn’t.

Looks Can Be Deceiving and One Step Forward, Two Decades Back are two epic tales that seemed to demand being written. The fact I finished them was something I think deserves a little pride.

Did it unfold as you imagined it or did you find the unexpected cropped up as you wrote? What did you learn from writing it?

Looks started off with me attempted to write Dramione just once. It failed. Draco demanded to be her brother of the heart, Viktor came in and said “nope she’s mine,” and no one was more surprised at the outcome of that story than me. The characters did what THEY wanted.

I learned that trying to plan a story from start to finish is useless when the characters decide what they want. The story demanded more, and I was just a conduit that typed it down. For me, at least, attempting to outline and plan is utterly useless

How personal is the story to you, and do you think that made it harder or easier to write?

I think every story I write is personal in some way. The inspiration comes from somewhere inside, and I often have no idea what it is until I go back and read it later. I think the story wrote itself in a lot of ways, which made it easier in a way, but there are a lot of things I can’t say were from personal experience because as a high fantasy of talking gryphons and such I can only imagine it. There is no basis in real life on how any of that would go down. There is a freedom in that but also many challenges in making it real enough to identify with despite how alien and fantastic the idea is.

What books or authors have influenced you? How do you think that shows in your writing?

Dragonriders of Pern introduced sentient dragons and the idea that despite a vast difference in species there could be teamwork and love between the two as they teamed up against a greater threat.

The herald-mage books by Mercedes Lackley were also important staples in my childhood because it impressed the values of responsibility despite having powers others did not, and that people were fallible despite greatness and potential.

Gandalara Cycle by Randall Garrett and Vicki Ann Heydron: I cannot tell you how often I read this story. I had dog ears on these novels because there was so much I loved about them. It was a search for humanity when displaced in a seemingly alien world, societal clashes, and the great sha’um (the giant rideable cats) that were the main characters’ partners for life.

The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C Wrede: A princess rebels against her arranged marriage by running away to be a dragon princess.

All of these books had creatures in it that chose to partner with a human and be with them for life, not as lovers that you find in the more modern supernatural romance blender out there, but the ultimate friend for life— the family you choose.

Do people in your everyday life know you write fanfiction?

Oh heck no. Hah. They have their secrets, and I have mine. Personally, I think mine are more healthy than theirs.

How true for you is the notion of "writing for yourself"?

Very.

I write for myself. Sometimes I’ll write a story for one of my betas or a sshg friend, but for the most part, I write for my own entertainment because nothing like what I write is out there. There is a lot of SSHG out there, but mine is almost always a creature feature story. I blame X-Files growing up. It tickles me that others enjoy my stories, but in the end I write to get things down and out of my head. They just so happen to entertain others as they do me.

How important is it for you to interact with your audience? How do you engage with them? Just at the point of publishing? Through social media?

I will often engage in A/N talk at the end of chapters, but I really don’t engage in the fandom. I loathe social media. That being said, I read every review, and while I don’t reply to everything because FF dot net is a horrible platform for messaging anymore (or ever was really)-- I appreciate every single one. Sometimes it helps to know people are enjoying the story for the story’s sake.

What is the best advice you've received about writing?

Get a beta, even if you are pretty good at writing. Get one because a second pair of eyes will catch things you don’t. Read your own stuff out loud. If you trip over it, your audience will too. If you stumble, so will they.

Get a beta who isn’t afraid to tell you that your shite stinks in places and you make no sense. You may want a cheerleader, but what you need is a beta. If you are super lucky, you can have both at once.

What do you do when you hit writer's block?

I play computer games and sew things. I’ve sewn a lot of things lately. Scrub caps and masks for work—

There has been a lot of writer’s block lately due to the times, and I will not write when I’m uninspired. I will not force inspiration. That’s not fair to me or those unfortunate enough to share in the reading. I want to be able to go back on a story I wrote and enjoy it and not curse at myself. XD

Has anything in real life trickled down into your writing?

Sometimes certain catch phrases and things from real life friends have trickled in as a sort of Easter egg (unbeknownst to them since I don’t tell them I write fanfic). Sometimes random news stories or whatnot find their way in. Lessons of the day. Random events. Things that are too odd not to stick in my brain somehow. I can’t say I always do it on purpose, though.

Do you have any stories in the works? Can you give us a teaser?

No, I have a goal this year to finish off the unfinished stories. This is made harder because Dragon and the Rose keeps adding more and more bunnies into the idea bin, and my brain wants to run with them, but I’m like NO DANGIT, I HAVE STUFF TO FINISH STILL! It’s a hard thing trying to finish what you start when so much interesting stuff pops up and waves at you like “heeeeeyyyyy I’m cool too!”

Any words of encouragement to other writers?

Keep writing but remember you can always be better. You can always improve. Writing isn’t a popularity contest. It isn’t about how many reviews you get or how many fans you may or may not have. Write because you want to write. Write what you like not what other people like. Write for you because in the end, you are the one who goes back to read it and say “I wrote this story, and I still love it” instead of forcing yourself to write something just because the topic is “popular” and gets a lot of visitors. Write something you’ll be proud to go back and read and enjoy. You’ll find when you write something genuinely, readers will come. And if only one person leaves you a paragraph review on how much your story meant to them out of someone else’s hundreds of “great!” (with nothing else)-- think of what you value more.

If my story helped someone through a dark time.

Just one person—

Then it was a good effort.

Maybe that person didn’t have the bravery to leave a message. Maybe they are ashamed. Maybe they send you a PM instead of a review.

That is, to me, the ultimate reason why I realised that despite writing stories for myself that there are people out there that needed to hear my story at just the right time in their life. If my story can bring a little joy to someone else, then it doesn’t matter how many reviews I have. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have thousands of reviews like “that other author.” What matters is that I told my story; someone out there read it and it spoke to them.

I love hearing from people and what they liked about my stories, but I also am glad that there are some people out there who secretly like my stories but do not feel safe enough to review.

So, I would say to the aspiring author: write for yourself but share it. You never know whose day you will make with your story. They may never tell you. They may tell you years later (happened to me!). There is a good chance that someone out there needs your story as much as you need to write it. That being said, find yourself a beta to share your journey with you. You may find a few friend in the process.

Thanks so much for giving us your time.

You are quite welcome.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ss/hg #snamione #writing

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nancydrewnetwork · 4 years

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MEMBER SPOTLIGHT: @pollyestergivens!

Congratulations to Rachel for being the first network member to participate in our Member Spotlight! She took the time to answer some fun questions for me about herself, her blog and her favorite Nancy Drew memories. Make sure to check out her amazing blog and the rest of the mini-interview below!

Q: What is your earliest memory of the Nancy Drew games? I was standing in the PC game aisle at Toys R Us and was super disappointed they didn't have Barbie Detective, so I decided to try Nancy Drew: Stay Tuned for Danger (I hadn't read any ND books at this point). From then on, I was hooked and immediately joined the HER forums, eagerly awaiting each new game.

Q: What is your favorite game, and why? Danger on Deception Island. The game world feels huge, the sound effects and music are very immersive, the characters feel real and have interesting motives, and I absolutely love how bits and pieces of history & education are woven into the plot.

Q: What is your least favorite game, and why? The Shattered Medallion. I've replayed this game three times and still do not remember what the full plot is or why I should care about it. Everything about the game felt slapped together with little to no care. Plus, as a Sonny Joon fan, I felt really disappointed by his portrayal and like to pretend it never happened lol.

Q: Who is your favorite character, and why? Professor Hotchkiss. She's just too unique and funny to forget. I don't always love the endless phone calls with her in later games, but her portrayal in Treasure in the Royal Tower was perfect, and I never tire of chatting with her during "the witching hour." I've always been a night owl myself.

Q: What is something you’d like to see in an upcoming game? A return to investigation-driven gameplay. With Midnight in Salem, they focused on unfolding the story almost exclusively with very little deduction or meaningful interactivity. In the last few games before MID, the goal seemed to be shoving in 1,000 puzzles, but that type of interactivity rarely felt like investigating. I'd like to see a balance between the two, which I don't think has happened since Alibi in Ashes.

Q: What is your favorite memory from the games and/or the books? (SPOILERS BELOW!) Opening the monolith in Secret of the Scarlet Hand. I think I was eleven at the time, and I was TERRIFIED!

Q: What is your favorite thing about the Nancy Drew fandom? The art. I love to see everyone using their unique skills to show their love for ND!

Q: Anything you contribute to the fandom (such as fanfiction, artwork, graphics, memes, reviews, meta, etc.) that we can give you a shoutout for? I've been doing an "ND in 2D" series for a little while where I create vector illustrations of game locations. It's been so fun to do in my spare time! (Check out them here!)

Q: Any other hobbies and/or interests? My husband and I are aspiring game developers and are getting ready to release our first game! It's called Anagrams and is mostly based on the mini-game from Resorting to Danger where you have to match letter halves & then solve an anagram. We've added lots of new features and about 1500 levels to play! I will definitely share a link once it's finished!

Q: Do you have any pets? Yes! I have a corgi named Hero. He's almost 4 years old, and he loves bossing everyone around. Can't imagine life without him!

#member spotlight #pollyestergivens

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ylvisforalltid · 4 years

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My recap/review of På Holmen - Episode 4

Revenge of the Sidekick. Calle is the last one to steer the show and take command of his fellow mates. I invite everyone to discuss the fourth episode with me, either here, or on facebook in Ylvis- a group.

Here’s my chronological recap/review of the fourth episode of ‘Ylvis På Holmen med Calle og Magnus’

Episode 4

I have to apologize to all Calle fans beforehand. I might have been a bit biased from the start since I never really could warm up to Calle’s humour and turns out I still don’t really get it. I tried my best to approach his show with an open mind, even more so since Magnus proved me wrong with his show, but I fear this recap might be a bit judgemental.

- Calle playing an instrument is an unexpected but good start

- ‘music related show’ doesn’t sound bad at all considering how music heavy Stories from Norway is and how good Ylvis are with music related stuff in general

- „let’s make a summer show, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Let’s shoot it in late fall. Let’s wear the warmest and cosiest sweaters we have. Why not add a thick scarf.“ The dichotomy of all this is a joke already

- Calle randomly grabbing a microphone and starting to sing? Is this Calle’s minutt 2.0?

- was this an impro song challenge? Is it a known song? It looked like they checked cue cards. But Vegard’s short refusal was fun to watch

- Second instrument for Calle. He is really trying to showcase himself most in this, isn’t he. What started fun, is kinda irritating to me at this point already

- I am glad the other guys seem to enjoy it very much though, that is nice to watch.

- Bård saying out loud that Calle’s task was a shitty task to give, is so on brand for him. Tv? Audience? Doesn’t matter. If he disagrees he’ll say it.

- 5 minutes in and Calle get’s backlash from his own friends. Already very dividing episode, apparently not only for me as a viewer but also Bård as a ‚contestant‘

- Greven av grønt slowly turns into my favourite reoccuring segment

- I begrudgingly admit that the brothers’ glee over each other’s pain is very entertaining

- the fact that Bård and Vegard are often seen most laughing at stuff Calle does, isn’t always understandable for me but it’s joyful to watch since I don’t think a lot makes them laugh like that

- was Magnus choice a trick question? Is that Kålrot in that bowl but Kålrabi was the right answer? Was this a challenge like when you have to say the colour something is written in but not the colour that the letters say? I am confused. I can’t decide if Magnus was just a sore loser or if they made it extra difficult for him by switching answer and displayed item. And no, it’s not the same fo me.

- even after getting the punishment he still insists on it being the same. I know someone who probably did a google research after this, trying to prove his point. I feel a bit bad for him since it really looks like a trap he ran into.

- Calle having to laugh when he gets the cue cards for the characters is sweet. Even with a short written introduction the others can already make him laugh/smile.

- Vegard’s story mostly works with a dialect and his setup; the pun (if I understood it right) not too much. I would say that Vegard is an overthinking comedian, whereas Bård seems to be more on-the-spot. That’s why I think they complement each other so perfectly.

- Vegard still continuing in character steals some fire from Magnus even before he sat down. A bit unfortunate for the focus of the segment.

- Chicago announcing that he is easy to fool is something the audience should rather experience through his story. The fact that he mentions it twice before even starting the story is a bit too self-aware for someone who claims to be easily fooled.

- Magnus story could have been better if better told. Like I said, too much self-awareness

- Bård crashing the scene. What’s new. He uses the element of surprise for his entry

- Vegard did it again. His antics overshadowing Bård’s PMS,SMS joke. It begins to be annoying. Using blindness as the ongoing joke wasn’t that funny. Especially when it meant that it disrupts the other people’s performances.

- self-drawn TV Norge patch is a nice touch.

- Bård’s jokes before he even begins his story are already more fun for me than the other one’s stories.

- Bård’s actual story…… how did he pass the psychopath test?! Good thing he has golf as an outlet. Yes, I know he made up a character but his story sounds like he was exposed to too much self-insert fanfiction.

- Interrupting them singing with a commercial break: just rude.

- introducing someone with the help of his shoe? Which is unrelated to why the guest is there? Misleading and irritating but that’s probably also the fun of it.

- Was Calle’s Streken imitation good? Yes. (Although it also reminded me a bit of the Pingu Sketch from Ylvis III.)

- but within less than 23 minutes of the show Calle made it several times about himself and not so much about challenging the others. I didn’t see that as much when the others where hosting and I personally prefer the previous hosts for that.

- maybe it’s the sidekick revenge

- Vegard not managing one simple word when starting his imitation and sounding like a stereotype caveman. At least he can laugh about his own failure

- every task Calle calls them in the same order: Vegard, Magnus, Bård. A bit repetitive. Switching it up would’ve done the episode some good

- the painting: Picasso meets Aladdin’s (very tired) Genie?

- I think we all know Vegard can do better than that, but a fair attempt

- Kudos to Magnus. Competing against Ylvis in a musical contest. And he did good.

- Thank you camera man for the close-up of Bård’s hand

- Sooo, half of the episode is dedicated to the three not being so good at imitations and then Bård’s performance is a revival of his Sondre imitation sketch just with another artist but similar antics?

- Sorry, Bård, you’re still my favourite but to me the winner of this competition was Magnus. In comparison to the others he delivered a fair imitation. Bård bent the rules and was then rewarded for it. If the challenge would’ve asked for another setup, I might have granted him the win but not this way.

- Slapstick Calle putting his performance first again with the thinking staredown. It went for too long.

- Garden commentary already starting wild with mentioning Aleksander and Bård had sex

- so many brilliant things to unravel

- Bård wanting to switch Vegard for Aleksander as a brother because he is less mansplaining nerdy

- Aleksander saying Bård is smarter than he thought, Bård embracing Aleksander’s lack of knowledge as a positive thing, the complimenting battle between those two was a highlight of this episode

- Vegard thinking about if he ever made a bird brothel before...this man is a delight. That he took a moment to question if he did before is testament to the fact how many weird things the brothers have already done in their life

- Bård’s right. Aleksander is excellent at cheering his teammates on

- No comment from me on Linda giving the bucket to Siri...but I am looking forward to one of the guys being in charge. So far I don’t see the point in those specially appointed people since they don’t seem to have any input or main role for the tasks. I see it only as a thing that exists to stir up drama.

- having tried to shoot with bow and arrow before, I can say that it was harder for me than it looks and I was impressed how good most of them were

- but either Magnus didn’t see Kongen Befaler or he ignored the tears task from that show because he should have known then that Siri will probably react much worse to it then Bård.

- this is the second time where Bård knowingly could’ve had an advantage; first at golf, and second because of not being affected by onions

- Mansplaining Vegard is at it again

- I loved the end joke with Bård but in a way they had both the right and wrong person for this. Right because he, most likely, is the last to stress about when it’s his turn. Wrong because he is probably too relaxed to care about how long it takes. My guess is that he might have fallen asleep before he even got suspicious.

#På Holmen recap #Ylvis #Ylvis på holmen med Calle og Magnus

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obsidiancreates · 4 years

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Old Writing Part Two: Electric Boogaloo

Yeah so uh here’s the “Fandom School” one.

This one has not been seen by even myself since like... October of 2016.

Oh jeez. That’s so long ago. Fuck time.

So this is... the whole story. Each Chapter was super short, the first three are under 400 words, so I just stuck ‘em all in here.

This one... is from 12 year old Sid. Yup. Little baby Sid.

It is bad. I’m warning you now. But perhaps, entertaining. At the very least, a good example of being able to grow and improve with enough practice.

Chapter One: Fangirlish

Abby shouted as she hit the floor. Her brother came running in, a look of worry on his face.

"What was that thud?" he asked.

"I laughed to hard while watching Venturiantale and fell off the bed."

Her brother face-palmed.

"Come on, Jeremy. Don't face-palm. They're funny!" Abby said with a grin.

"They're all you think about! You really need to stop obsessing. "

Abby gasped and looked at him like he just asked her to eat a smelly boot. "How could you say such a thing! Plus, they're not all that I think about. I also think about Doctor Who, and Star Wars, and Tolkien stuff, and Percy Jackson, and My Little Pony, and Monster High, and Warriors. "

Jeremy sighed. "Those are all....what do you call them? Fandoms?"

"Indeed. However, I am obsessed with them because they are beautiful. They are fabulous in ways you do not understand, mortal. Be gone!" Abby cried. She grabbed the ballpoint pen she took with her everywhere and uncapped it. "Be gone, or else you shall face the wrath if Riptide! Wait, Riptide can't harm mortals."

Jeremy sighed again and left the room, muttering about Abby being weird.

Abby went back to her video, laughing her butt off. After she finished it she went and read some Percy Jackson fanfiction. She was deeply absorbed in a very interesting fanfic when her alarm went off. It was time. She got up off her bed and went over to her desk.

She sat down and took out her notebook. She put on some music, written by Venturian of course, and began writing. She was writing a fanfic about Doctor Who.

"Abby, there's someone here to see you!" her mom shouted. Abby sighed, but went downstairs anyway.

She entered the living room to find a girl around her age sitting on the couch. She had blond hair with blue streaks and green eyes. She was wearing a t-shirt that said 'Fandom U' on it.

"Hello Abby, "she said with a grin, "I hear you're quite the fangirl."

Chapter Two: A Fellow Fan

Abby was a little creeped out. Who wouldn't be if a girl you had never met before was sitting in your living room saying she had heard about you?

The girl seemed to notice that Abby was weirded out, and spoke again. "My name is Bell, by the way."

"Bell? Who names their kid Bell?"

Bell laughed. "My mom's favorite movie is Beauty and the Beast. Anyway, you're a fangirl, are you not?"

"Yeah, kinda. And by kinda, I mean totally." Abby said. She was still a bit creeped out, but Bell seemed friendly enough. "Why do you ask? More importantly, how the heck did you hear about me? That's kinda creepy, considering this is the first time I've ever seen you."

Bell smirked. "So you're asking to know my secret?" She said the last part in a creepy voice.

"Wait, you watch Venturiantale? Awesome! But, could you at least answer my first question?"

Instead of responding, Bell handed Abby a piece of paper. It looked like a letter you would get from school. "Here, read this. If you decide you want to attend, just call the number at the bottom of the page." With that Bell left, humming a tune Abby recognized as the theme of Rohan.

She went back up to her room with the paper and began reading it. At the top it said, in big, bolded letters, Fandom U.

That's what Bell's shirt said.

As she read the paper her eyes widened.

Dear Whom It May Concern It has come to our attention that you are a massive fangirl. We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted into Fandom U. All supplies we be provided upon arrival, should you choose to attend. Please note that some fangirls can be dangerous if you speak negatively about their fandom, and the school is not responsible for any injuries should you be insensitive enough to do so.

Sincerely, The faculty of Fandom U

Excitement came over Abby. "I'm going to Fandom U!" she screamed happily.

Chapter 3: Belonging

A few weeks later, Abby was all packed and ready to go. She had called the school and arranged everything. She was sitting at the bus stop, waiting for her transportation. She bounced her leg up and down, a nervous habit of hers. Finally a bus labeled 'Fandom U' arrived. The doors to the bus opened, and Abby couldn't help but stare at the driver.

"Well, get in!" the driver said through his mask. He was dressed in a full on Stormtrooper cosplay. As Abby stepped onto the bus, she wondered how he wasn't being baked alive in the heat.

She discovered that each row represented a different fandom. She took a seat in the Doctor Who section because it, somehow, had more room then the other sections. The bus started up, making the same sounds the T.A.R.D.I.S makes. Abby stared out at her hometown, feeling excitement at what lay before her. She leaned back in her seat, humming fandom songs. Normally people would look at her like she was crazy, but instead everyone joined in, humming with her.

She had found where she belonged, and she loved it. The whole bus ride was filled with fan theories, discussions about characters, and tons of references. It was the most fun Abby ever had!

After what seemed like only minutes, they had arrived. Abby looked up at the building in front of her in awe.

It was enormous, like a castle. Above the door there was a huge sign reading 'Welcome to Fandom U!'. The building was shaped in an unusual way. So unusual that Abby wasn't even sure what shape it was. The outer walls were painted with so many fandom symbols that Abby had a hard time seeing anything else.

"Abby!" a voice called. Abby turned around to see Bell running towards her. "Abby, great news! They made me your escort!"

"Escort?"

"Well, yeah. It's a huge school. Plus it's your first day. I'm here to show you around!" Bell said.

She looked at Abby's face, which was still a face of awe. Bell grinned and said "Abby, welcome to Fandom U!"

Chapter 4: Orientation

"This place is amazing!" Abby said. She looked over at Bell, who seemed just as excited as Abby felt.

"Wait until you see the inside," Bell said. She started walking and motioned for Abby to follow. Abby grinned and walked with her into the school.

The inside was more amazing than the outside. The entrance was decorated with hundreds of pieces of fandom merch from hundreds of different fandoms. Abby noticed a T.A.R.D.I.S replica, a statue of a cave troll from The Lord of the Rings, a replica of Luke Castilian's sword Backbiter, and what appeared to be a statue of Papa Achachalla.

As she and Bell continued to wherever they were headed, Abby took in everything she could. The halls were each themed around a different fandom. There was a Doctor Who hall styled like the inside of a Dalek spacecraft, a Narnia hall styled like the Pevensy's castle, a Lord of the Rings hall styled like the halls of Rivendell, and a Venturiantale hall decorated with the channel's colors and each of the siblings emblems, among many others.

The classroom doors were all shut, so Abby didn't get the chance to see inside. She followed Bell to a large room resembling a theater.

"Welcome to the auditorium! This is where all the assemblies are held, as well as the school plays!" Bell said. She led Abby over to the very middle row and took a seat. She motioned for Abby to sit next to her, which is just what Abby did.

"This room is huge! How many students are there?" Abby asked.

"I'm not sure. A few hundred, maybe. Possibly more," Bell answered. "Oh, orientation's starting! We better stop talking. "

All the other students had sat down while they were talking. They all went quiet as a lady walked up on stage. "Greetings, students! I am Miss Silnet, your headmistress," she announced. Abby was shocked. The lady definitely wasn't dressed like a headmistress. She wore a camp Half-blood t-shirt underneath a black sweatshirt, a pair of jeans with fandom references doodled all over them, and a pair of plain red sneakers. Her ginger hair was pulled into a loose braid with bits of silver weaved in. She couldn't have been older than thirty, yet was still clearly a fangirl.

"Welcome to Fandom U! I'm sure some of you new students are curious as to what the U stands for. Most people think it means university. However, a university is a collage, and here all ages of fans are welcome. The U in fact stands for United. We are all united under our love of our fandoms! Join me as I say the school's pledge," she said. She put her hand on her heart and began the pledge, with many returning students saying it with her.

To be obsessed For all our lives, To value the next part Over the next school test. To love those who do not love back, To stalk them on the Internet. To unite as one Under the fandom sun.

Abby looked around her, thinking about how all these people had similar interests, habits, preferences, possibly even crushes as her. She realized that they truly were united in their love of fandoms. She could tell this was going to be her best school year ever.

Chapter 5: Classes

After orientation Bell lead Abby to her dorm. The room had two beds, two dressers, two closets, two trashcans, two desks, two bookshelves, and, to Abby's surprise, two TVs. There was a dark blue couch in front of each TV, the bedding was purple on both beds, and at each desk there was a chair made of oak with dark green built-in cushions. There was a large window in the middle of the wall leading outside, with a view of the huge field behind the school. In front of the window was a kitchen, complete with all the cooking utensils you could ever need. On both sides of the room there was a private bathroom with a shower, sink, medicine cabinet, mirror, and, of course, toilet.

"This room is amazing!" Abby marveled.

"It gets better. Guess who your dorm mate is. Me!" Bell said. Abby was very happy to hear that. Despite having only known Bell for a short time, the two seemed to be best friends. Plus, Bell was the only person Abby actually knew!

Abby then noticed the large boxes sitting by the desks. They were labeled School Supplies.

"So, which side do you want?" Abby asked Bell.

"Hm. The right side, I think."

"Okay!" Abby said. She set down her luggage, which she had been hauling around all day, on her bed. She walked over to her desk and opened the box.

Inside was everything a fangirl could need. There was a laptop, about a dozen brand new books, some notebooks, some pencils, some pens, a spare phone charger for both Apple and Android brands, a charger for the laptop, an extra pillow in case of a feels attack, a sketchbook for fanart, colored pencils, and many course books for class.

She closed the box, not feeling like unpacking it. Her eyes fell on some paper on her desk. She picked it up and asked Bell, "What's this?"

"It's a list of all the different classes you can take. In this school you get to choose all your own classes! What you do is pick your five main fandoms, then pick two classes per fandom. Later one of the teachers will come to collect it. They enter it into a computer, which then devises a schedule," Bell explained.

"Oh. Thanks!" Abby said. She turned her attention back to the paper. On the first page were five spots to write her fandoms. She thought for awhile, then chose Doctor Who, Percy Jackson, Venturiantale, Star Wars, and Warriors.

She turned to the next page, which had a list of the different classes for each fandom. She read over all the options, then chose the ones that interested her most.

Abby's choices:

Venturiantale: Tale Fighting, the class where you learn to fight like the Tale characters, and Lore 101, the study and attempt to make sense of VT lore.

Percy Jackson: Demigod Combat, the class where you learn how to fight like a Demigod, and Camp Cooking, the class of learning to cook the meals they eat at camp.

Doctor Who: A Study of Time, the class on understanding how time works, and Regeneration History, the study of the Doctor's personal history.

Warriors: Knowing Your Herbs, the class on healing methods the clans use, and Warriors Speak 101, the study of Warriors phrases and words.

Star Wars: Understanding the Force, the study of what the Force is as well as how it is used, and Dark vs Light, a debate class studying the pros and cons of each side in an attempt to find out which one is truly better.

Abby finished filling out the paper and looked over at Bell, who appeared to be doing the same.

Abby and Bell spent the rest of the night unpacking. Abby discovered that the closest was filled with fandom clothes, as well as the dresser. "How did they know my size?" she asked, a tad creeped out.

"Your mom had to put it on your admission papers."

"Oh."

Just before Abby went to bed there was a knock at the door. The teacher had come by to collect the class papers. After the girls had handed them over they got into bed. Bell seemed to fall asleep pretty quick, but Abby stayed up for hours,unable to sleep at the anticipation of the next day.

And then I never wrote Chapter Six. I guess she overslept, huh? Heh.

#my old writing #Whaaat no Abby's not a self-insert named after my favorite Monster High character #Psssh that's- that's crazy talk

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Fanfiction: Sympathy For A Downer

Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/56483482

Chapter 13:

Arthur went back to town when he was able to think somewhat clearly again. At least when he knew what he wanted. He focused on getting the letter of transit, to leave Hamlyn Village, to finally leave Wellington Wells for good, because he wanted to find Percy. Because the only way to get the letter was with the help of Sally, he needed to make amends again. Now however he felt to be all set for this, since he knew he wasn’t deceived in her, he didn’t have to be actually sorry and he could confidently work his charm on her until he’ll get what he wanted. Funny how everything was so much easier when no emotions where involved.

Back in Hamlyn Village he found that the streets were almost empty, even though it wasn’t after curfew yet and even the amount of bobbies was way smaller than usual. Arthur sneaked around in confusion, being way more noticeable than before, asking himself where the heck everyone went. He came closer to the answer when he hid behind something like a cardboard wall that he had never seen before. It couldn’t be only established for the poor downers to hide behind it while every decent citizen was off to somewhere else. When the constable he hid from strolled away Arthur curiously walked around the wall and promptly he was greeted by bright colors that would have been even more vibrant for anyone on Joy. Stepping back to see the whole image he read the headline and understood. „Nick Lightbearer and The Make Believes - The Great Reunion - Live on stage“. The date was today.

The news struck Arthur like lightning. He couldn’t imagine how that happened. There was nothing about it in the newspapers and Nick had never mentioned it. The last time Arthur had seen him he had been absolutely miserable with no great plans for the future. So after all, had it been just a whim, Arthur asked himself. Or some emotional outbreak caused by drug overuse, that had vanished just as soon as it had appeared.

Arthur noticed that he was about to feel disappointed and he quickly suppressed the feeling because he didn’t want to wallow in self-pity again, but keep his head clear. However he had to admit that while standing there and looking at the poster he felt a wish bubble up inside him. He wanted to see it. No, he wanted to see Nick. Only for one last time before he left the town for good. After all the whole town seemed to be there and why should he miss out on it just because he usually didn’t take Joy. He only feared that Sunshine won’t help him in this case, because they’d have sensors or controls and he wasn’t save in a crowd of Wellies either. Actually, it was insane to try.

Reasons enough for him to step into a mood booth and give himself some jolly courage, just this once. He couldn’t help but feel some melancholy as he pulled the lever to get some Strawberry Joy, just like he used to do it multiple times per day in the old days, when the world was still in order. Or at least when he still believed it was. Until now he was sorry that it didn’t work, that it wasn’t so easy to be happy and without any sorrows or guilt. Even though he knew that everyone in town once had to pay the horrible price for all their lies, he felt the temptation to forget the truth and be a part of them again. Especially every time he thought about how unlikely it was to find Percy in Germany or wherever he was now and how impossible it was to make up for what he did to him and came to the conclusion that he could just as well stay here and forget without making any difference.

Later, he was glad to leave the moodbooth without having sent himself into delirium with multiple pills. He wanted to remember seeing Nick, after all. Now he was more motivated when he walked to the bridge to St. Georges Holm. Crossing it he already heard the concert from far, echoing through the empty streets, so that Arthur only had to follow the sound, hoping he wasn’t too late.

When he reached the entry to the open air stage he had to knock loudly at the window of the counter, because the bloke behind it was taking a nap. He startled up and stared at Arthur as if he was a man-sized rat.

„Lovely day for it,“ Arthur tried it with friendliness. „Any chance for me to still get to the concert?“

„Wow, you’re late! The big stampede was two hours ago,“ the man shouted out and Arthur winced. Two hours! He assumed they all wanted to secure seats.

„But can I still get in?“

„I guess one more or less doesn’t matter much…“

Arthur just realized he spent some of his hard-earned money just for this. Just to say goodbye to someone he didn’t even really know. But then again, the money was more like stolen than earned and he could afford it before he left the town.

Arthur was overwhelmed when he finally got in. The noise was ear-splitting, and it wasn’t even the music yet, because all he heard was the hysterically screaming crowd of fans that he approached first. He could barely see the stage from there. But the whole area was also overwhelming. Arthur had never been there before. Usually he didn’t care that much for music. He was used to listen to it by the way, at work, when he got up and turned the radio on and when he took a walk in town. He never made extra efforts to see someone playing it and he wasn’t sure if he would do it again in his new life after all this.

The area was big, the biggest park he had ever seen in town, with a great view onto the sea. He kept forgetting that it was there, unless he remembered that it formed the barrier that forbid him to leave the town without crossing Britannia Bridge in the Parade District. Much less often he remembered that it could be simply beautiful, just like now. The stage looked like a structure made of stone, at least what he could spot from his place. For a while he peered at the tiny red spot that he assumed was Nick, but it didn’t satisfy him at all. Frustrated, he looked at the mass of fans again and wondered how he could get closer to the stage without being crushed.

He carefully rounded the park and one look up finally helped on, even though the plan was a bit risky. At some points the trees stood so close together that their limbs intertwined. Some fans who wanted a better look onto the stage too sat on the limbs below and probably didn’t dare to climb any further. Arthur however wasn’t afraid of heights anymore and didn’t think twice in this case, grabbing the first branch he could reach and jumping up.

While climbing he noticed what a good idea it had been, finally escaping the screaming mass underneath him and hearing more and more of the voice he was longing for. It motivated him to come closer and so he didn’t hesitate to leap from one tree to the other when their limbs met. Like that he reached the tree he had chosen because it was closer to the stage than the others, taller and he had thicker limbs he hoped to be more comfortable.

When he found his place he was excited to look down at the stage and see what was happening there. Soon he couldn’t turn his gaze away from it, especially from one person. It was like Nick completely changed. He always had a certain charisma and got everyone’s attention, he didn’t even need to be in a good mood or confident for this. It also worked when he was extremely sad. Arthur knew that first-hand. But it was still hard to believe that the man who was prancing so casually and flirting with the audience was the same he had met only two days ago in his tunnel hideout, completely broken and hopeless. Once again Arthur wondered who the real Nick was, but this time he also thought wistfully that he’ll never find out. He knew this one moment was everything he’ll get, so he at least wanted to enjoy it. The longer he watched and listened, the more he forgot everything around him.

Arthur was ripped out of his trance when the music suddenly changed. Not only that, every noise around him started to sound distorted, slow and hollow. Bit by bit they got overlaid by some loud rushing in his ears while he began to feel sick. He broke out in cold sweat and he noticed he could barely hold himself up on the branch. He reallized his Joy was fading away and the withdrawal felt much worse after living without it for weeks. In panic, he reached for his pockets where he had kept some pills from the mood booth in stock and probably moved too fast, because the very next moment he could only watch himself fall. He noticed it when the world around him turned and suddenly he had the gloomy grey sky at his feet and his back painfully slid along the trunk.

Frantically he reached out for anything that could stop his fall and for a few seconds he actually clutched a branch until he couldn’t hold his own weight anymore and let go. The next thing he felt was that he crashed against something that moved and shouted. The voice sounded horribly distorted but he assured himself that it was a normal human being he had bumped into. Then Arthur heard even more screams and he rolled over in the grass to stand up. He stopped when something hard was pressed between his shoulder blades and brought him back down. The shouts became louder and he could hear what they said: „Downer! Downer! Downer! Downer!“

Arthur clumsily rolled on his back, facing the one who held him down and biting him into the leg, because it was the only way he could fight him off. The man yelled and let go of Arthur, who slid slowly backwards, breathing heavily, well aware that there were hundreds of other Wellies around who could capture him again. They grabbed him when he stood up and began to pull at him as if they planned to tear him apart. Arthur feared they could even make it and closed his eyes, upset that he would end like this, for being so naive and coming here instead of following his plan.

All of a sudden he heard another very loud voice echo over the area.

„We have a downer!“

It was Nick and he sounded angry.

„Where’s the downer?“

The Wellies who held Arthur captive began to shriek and lifted him up like a trophy. The whole crowd now turned around to see where the downer was and of course they easily found him.

„Bring him to me!,“ Nick shouted, lifting the guitar over his head as if he wanted to crush the downer with it.

Arthur was now pulled through the masses that jeered and screamed at him and seemingly couldn’t wait to deliver him to their furious idol, who was now wielding the guitar like an axe and joined the screams of „Downer! Downer!“ He whipped up the masses even more and Arthur had the feeling that he was about to be slaughtered on stage. Had he been so wrong about Nick?

While he was dragged through the crowd he noticed at least one positive thing: the colors turned brighter again and the screams that had sounded like they came from hell started to sound normal again, what meant the withdrawal finally faded away. Sadly he couldn’t escape amidst the fans but on stage he had a chance.

When he reached the very front he bumped into a constable, who among others, paid attention that nobody climbed on the stage. Arthur feared this would be the end of his journey but the constable submitted to the wishes of the fans and their worshipped idol. He grabbed Arthurs hips and lifted him on the stage, simply saying „Enjoy the show!“. Stumbling backwards Arthur frantically looked for something to defend himself with and grabbed one of the unused guitars. Considering what he could do with an umbrella, he would probably get along with it.

The fans became quieter now, staring at the scene. While Arthur carried the guitar in his hand he saw Nick approaching him, threateningly swinging his guitar at him. Arthur reacted quickly, lunged out and let it crash against Nick’s, that caused an unearthly loud uproar through the amp that echoed over the masses. So they stood face-to-face to each other, with guitars crossed, while the fans started to scream again and cheered for Nick.

„Nick, it’s me, Arthur!“, Arthur shouted, hoping that the other man would remember.

„I know,“ Nick hissed to Arthur’s surprise. „Duck down!“

Arthur did as he was told and seconds later Nick’s guitar flashed past his head. Then Arthur willingly made a clumsy try to ram his own improvised weapon into Nick’s side and the other man jumped backwards to avoid it. Not being the mad rotten downer he was supposed to play, Arthur clutched the guitar with shivering hands and found it unsettling how well the other man played his part of the hateful avenger, and how fiercely determined he looked at him. Suddenly they dashed against each other again, or rather Nick dashed at him and Arthur blocked the blows while they circled around each other.

„C’mon, do something!,“ Nick whispered and Arthur made a half-hearted swing. Of course he could hit him harder but his enemy was still Nick, who was rather unexperienced in fights, Arthur guessed by his attacks. In addition it wouldn’t be well received if he knocked Nick out by accident. There were four real potential enemies on stage after all.

„Is that all?“, Nick hissed in disappointment and, without waiting for an answer, rushed ahead himself, dealing out one blow after the other like he was in rage. They were harmless, but Arthur’s tactic got him into a scrape because he kept retreating until he tripped up on something and fell, allowing Nick to stand above him in triumph, resting the guitar on his shoulder and waving to the fans who screamed themselves hoarse, awaiting the final blow.

„I thought you were stronger,“ Nick sneered. „You strike like my grandma.“

That indeed wounded Arthurs pride. If this was all he got for being careful, he wouldn’t take it. He jumped up and took a big swing. The first blow made Nick stagger backwards and Arthur gave him no time to recover. He charged at Nick and drove him into the other edge of the stage. It didn’t even take a lot of strength to do this and Nick was so overwhelmed he only held his guitar in front of him and retreated. At the end of his little act of revenge Arthur came closer and pressed the guitar against Nick’s.

„I take everything back,“ Nick gasped. „You’re a beast, Arthur.“ He said it with so much admiration that the other man got stunned, he almost lost his grip.

The fans were upset, seeing their idol cowering on the ground and the downer above him.

It was the moment a bobby decided to handle this problem himself and climbed on the stage, truncheon ready to strike.

„Alright, time to stop this nonsense!“

Seeing this, Arthur didn’t hesitate for a second but fled behind the stage, where his only chance to escape lied.

Nick looked after him, then at the bobby who was about to run after Arthur and Nick knew how fast a bobby was. So he darted at him, took a big swing himself and now really crashed his guitar into the other man with all his strength. He found it very satisfying to see the bobby go down and looking up to his attacker in confusion. Only confusion though, Nick stated in sudden disappointment and a feeling that was growing inside him told him that he wasn’t done yet. He towered over the other man, taking in the cheers of his fans and lifted the guitar over his head once again. With pleasure he noticed that the bobby’s expression turned into fear.

Then all of a sudden everything around him changed, he saw nothing but a dark alley by nighttime, that was filled with thick fog. He heard his footsteps over cobblestone and felt something heavy and cold in his hand. Then a scream ringed in his ear, bloodcurdling and desperate, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Then someone shook him, calling out for him. It was Morrie’s voice. Nick noticed that his hands were empty and slowly came back to his senses.

„Nick, what the hell are you doing?“, Morrie shouted at him and Nick only stuttered something inaudible while he kept looking for the bobby.

„Where…?“, he produced and Morrie interrupted him.

„Ran off! And we should too!“

Nick looked at the crowd of fans that started to climb on the stage, screaming in fury, ready to run after the downer. They would surely wipe out anything our anyone standing in their way. Morrie pulled him backwards and finally Nick understood that they were in danger and fled with him behind the stage.

#whf #we happy few #wehappyfew #whf arthur #nick lightbearer #fanfiction

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