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ms-demeanor · 8 months

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since twitter has become actively hostile to its users, so they came to tumblr, and reddit has become actively hostile to its users, so they came to tumblr, what do we do now that tumblr is becoming (more) actively hostile to its users? i’ve been here for over a decade so i know tumblr users are the type to cling on despite everything and revel in undoing every change, but i’m so tired of the way this website breaks the way it fundamentally works in order to appeal to new users. the twitterfication of the site seems so much worse than when people jumped ship after the porn ban, and even then, only small communities (and twitter) cropped up as solutions. you might not be the person to ask for a definitive answer, but i figured a tech blog might be interested in considering - what do we do when there’s nowhere left to go?

Okay so, I mean this very seriously: how has tumblr meaningfully become like twitter?

I don't personally find the sidebar view obnoxious and it seems to me like just another layout change that's pretty typical to tumblr. New users are getting signed up with a bit more emphasis on algorithmic feeds, but that is still very easy to change (MUCH easier than on any other social platform) and the algorithm has been there for everyone for quite a while, we just typically don't notice it because a lot of long-term tumblr users don't go into the "for you" feed.

I don't think that tumblr *has* fundamentally broken the way that it works to appeal to new users. My dash now is still very much like my dash in 2019, and still very much like my dash in 2018 (though much less pornographic). Reblogs are still reblogs, likes are still likes. Replies, for all that they seem like they've been around forever, are new and good and I think they work well. I'm irritated that the notes menu doesn't have a "view all" option but I think that's a worthwhile tradeoff for an easy way to see tags.

I *do not* understand why tumblr has broken linking back to previous reblogs but I don't think that's out of an effort to act like twitter; it is a bizarre choice that I dislike and don't understand but I also don't think that it has fundamentally changed the way the site works and i mean you've been around long enough that I'm sure you've had the same experience I have of going into the notes of a post and randomly clicking until you found a version that you wanted to reblog without a bunch of bullshit at the bottom. Tumblr has always kind of sucked, this change DOES suck but it doesn't suck in a way that is particularly novel or insurmountable. (For instance, I think this change sucks MUCH LESS than when they made posts with links invisible to the search, that is something that is genuinely bad that has been long lasting but doesn't get brought up much in lists of the ways that tumblr has gone wrong)

Tumblr *is* changing, but I think it is changing more incrementally and less terribly than other parts of the internet. I also hate the floating clown, the login walls, the dash-only view for blogs (you can't archive it and I HATE that), and - to an extent - the new lightbox on mobile. And I dislike that less than I thought I would but I don't think it's a fundamental change that necessarily impacts my interactions with the site - it *adds* a feature that I don't care for but it doesn't *break* anything that I require to have a good time on tumblr - in that way I think of it very much like Live. People hate Live so much and I find that perplexing because it is so easy to simply ignore it.

But that's not really your question; that's just some stuff I want people to think about because as much as tumblr has changed in the last two years it is nowhere near as fucked up as the recent things that twitter and reddit have pulled.

So, as to your question: where do we go?

Well. Not to be an extremely old person on the internet, but damned if I don't miss email lists. And forums. God I miss forums. Neither of those things has all the bonuses of platforms like twitter or reddit or tumblr or facebook, but they were great ways to hang out with people you liked on the internet.

The internet is changing. I can feel it, you can feel it, I'm pretty sure we're all like cattle in a field lifting our noses and hearing some distant rumbling and becoming slowly aware that it's almost time to run. There's a coming stampede and it isn't here yet but you know it's on its way. You're not imagining that, that's how things feel right now and there are a shitload of things contributing to it.

Things like SESTA/FOSTA and KOSA (which has not passed yet but is a big red flag waving on the horizon) have been eroding away the way that users on various platforms can function. Some platforms have consolidated in ways that harm users; some new platforms have popped up and shaken up the map of the internet; some platforms are being torn apart brick by brick by owners who don't care about the users. It kind of seems like people are actually looking up and realizing that advertising is A) bad and B) doesn't actually work and I think we're running straight toward another advertising-based crash like we saw in 2017. It feels like all the desperate things that tumblr is doing is just rearranging deck chairs on the titanic as the internet as a whole starts to sink into the ocean.

Honestly, I don't think it's that bad. I think it *feels* bad, but I think we're looking at a slow whimpering death of the platforms, not a bang. I think tumblr is going to hang on at least for a few years and I think it's going to end up like livejournal and myspace, which both still exist as websites that are recognizable as updated versions of the sites they were in 2004-2010. The thing that I think would really, honestly hurt tumblr in a fundamental way is if it moved to a more algorithmic and data-sales based model of advertising, and I think that's still pretty distant. I think Automattic is aware that killing the chronological feed would be the one unforgivable sin that would cause a mass exodus and a final crash, and I think when we see that, when we can't just scroll through the feed and see what our friends did that day in order of when they did it, that's when the party is over here.

But that's still not answering your question.

So, where do we go? What do we do? Well, for now, I'd say it's a good time to get contact info for your friends across various platforms. Get email addresses, get phone numbers.

Now is also the time for you to set up a personal website. NeoCities is currently the best place to do this, though it takes a lot more effort than just starting a blog on tumblr. I think that various oldschool blogging sites like Wordpress and Blogger/Blogspot/whatever the hell the google one is are a better place to have your emergency backup than a more platform-y platform if you aren't up to doing something with NeoCities.

If you've got the ability to do so and a group of people who are interested in the same core subject, set up a forum. There's a decent amount of off-the-shelf forum software out there and a text-and-small-images forum isn't prohibitively expensive, but it's never going to be huge and you're never going to have the kind of spread and virality and random connections that you would on a platform with millions or billions of users.

If you can't set up a forum, setting up or joining a discord server for your friends is a decent enough option at the moment, and may be a very good option for people who are looking to keep their interactions more private.

But yeah i think right now is a great time for people to start setting up their own personal websites, to start visiting actual webpages again, to start bookmarking their friends' websites, and to start collecting contact info that isn't tied to platforms.

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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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Oh my thank you so much for that Lucien one shot! It was perfect! And I do actually have an idea for a Ruhn thing as well🙈 so if you feel up to writing it:

How about reader has a big event that she is very proud of and worked hard and long on, like for example she published her first book or something, and she is so damn proud of it and really excited for all her friends to be there with her and her boyfriend Ruhn as well, but they all forgot, and Ruhn mixed up the date or something and is at a big party with the others completely unaware. Just super angsty but with a happy ending perhaps?

Hi! I'm so glad you liked it, thank you for the requests 💜

Forget Me Not

Ruhn Danaan x fem!Reader

Smoothing the skirt of your dress, you strode proudly towards the Fae Archives. The library was bustling, full of people there to celebrate your new book launch which you’d worked years towards. Cheers greeted you as you entered the reception area, champagne and hors d’oeuvres passed on trays under the light of the chandelier.

You smiled broadly, joy radiating from every fiber of your being as you thanked each person who offered you their congratulations. You were, however, sidetracked in search of the only person whose presence mattered to you, Ruhn. The prince was nowhere in sight, and you began weaving through the crowd frantically for the one person who could keep you grounded and comfortable tonight.

As you jostled your way through the crowd, your eyes locked with Bryce’s her red hair like a beacon in the room. She waved to you, a smile beaming on her face as you walked towards each other.

“Hey honey, I just finished my shift at the archives. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop by earlier, but this is a hit!” Bryce gushed, pulling you in for a hug.

You smiled ruefully at her, thankful for her presence as you tried not to be too obvious that it was her brother’s that you were seeking. “Thank you for stopping by anyway, Bryce. Have you seen Ruhn, by chance?” you asked nervously.

Amber eyes softened as her smile disappeared. “No, I haven’t seen him.” Her hand reached out to hold yours, giving it an encouraging squeeze. “But I’m sure he’ll show soon.”

You nodded, too preoccupied in your own thoughts to fully listen as she continued on about the evening and your book. You were brought back to reality by the feeling of your phone buzzing in your pocket, sending Bryce an apologetic smile as you pulled it out to check.

On the screen was a message that had your blood heated.

Ruhn: Hey princess, are you coming by the party tonight? Been looking for you everywhere

Nostrils flared, eyes twitching, your grip tightened around your phone as you read the message. He forgot. The stupid bastard threw a frat party on your release night.

Bryce’s eyes widened, her hand reaching tentatively for your phone as she took it from your hand, reading the message for herself. “That idiot,” she groaned, pinching her nose with a sigh.

Her eyes flicked to yours, enviously long lashes batting against her freckled cheeks as her pitied stare gazed upon you. Swallowing thickly, you forced a weak smile. “Thank you for coming, Bryce,” you managed, barely above a whisper before fleeing from the building.

You sat in your car, folding your arms as you laid your forehead against the steering wheel. Your phone was buzzing incessantly against your thigh, but you threw it into the passenger seat as you drove home.

Slamming the car door shut, you trudged your way up to your apartment, locking the bolt behind you as you stripped your clothing, padding towards the shower. The hot water burned against your skin, a soothing distraction from the whirlpool of emotions within you.

Stepping out, you finally felt clean and relaxed enough to fall asleep as you checked your phone, over forty unread messages from Ruhn on your home screen. Pursing your lips, you read through each one - the confusion, the sorrow, the apologies as he remembered the importance of the evening for you.

Tears stung, your heart calling out to him while your mind insisted on sleep. You crawled under the covers, bare as you curled up and tried to fall asleep. A familiar click of your door lock sounded, rousing you from your slumber as boots trudged towards your bedroom.

The door creaked open to reveal a teary-eyed Ruhn, bags under his violet eyes as they softened at your half-asleep form.

“Hi,” he whispered, holding back a choked sob as he closed the door softly behind him. You simply stared, curly tighter into yourself as you bit your lip, forbidding yourself from shedding any more tears tonight.

“I am so, so sorry, princess. I really thought that your event was tomorrow. I never, ever would have planned a party had I known. Please, I need you to understand,” he begged, crumpling into himself as his elbows dipped against the corner of your bed, his face buried in them.

You let out a shaky sigh, eyeing Ruhn for a moment before nodding your head for him to join you. He smiled, shedding his outer clothing as he lifted the sheets, scooting towards you under the covers. Frustrated, you allowed yourself to sink into his warmth despite your anger, falling asleep quickly in his arms.

You awoke to the smell of cinnamon and butter, stumbling out of bed to find Ruhn frying a pan of French toast for you. You cracked a soft smile, before remembering the events of last night.

Your eyes shifting towards Ruhn in a glare, recognizing the instant guilt in his eyes, shoulder slumped as he looked to you. “I am so sorry about last night. It hurts me that I could ever forget something so important to you. I vow to never let that happen again. I am so sorry,” he cried, sniffling as he scooped the toast onto your plate.

Your gaze softened, understanding the sincerity of his tone. “Well, as long as it doesn’t happen again,” you teased, taking a bite of the toast on your plate. You moaned, eyes rolling back as you chewed. “Or as long as you make it up to me with this,” you gestured towards the cinnamon treat in front of you.

Leaning up to kiss him, you licked the syrup from Ruhn’s lips, a smirk spreading across your own as you relaxed to focus on your own plate. Ruhn smiled at you, tongue toying with his lip ring as he admired you in the morning light.

“I have plans tonight, to make up for yesterday. I know that nothing can really make up for my failure, but I want to take you to dinner. Please?”

You smirked, shaking your head as the wide blue eyes that watched you, knowing you could never say no. “Alright, alright. Try to make it up to me tonight,” you teased, shoveling a forkful of breakfast in your mouth with a grin.

“Perfect. I’ll be back later to pick you up. Wear something nice, that you can dance in. Alright?” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your cheek before heading out the door.

Later that evening, you slipped into a silky lavender dress, hair curled in loose waves. You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when the front door unlocked, Ruhn calling out your name as he closed the door behind him.

Stepping out of your room, you stumbled as you took in the sight before you. Ruhn was dressed in an all black suit, perfectly tailored to show his physique. His eyes wandered around the room, widening as his gaze landed on you.

A swallow worked its way down his throat, Ruhn’s jaw going slack as he stared at you in a trance. Your giggle snapped him back to reality, violet eyes darting to yours as an embarrassed laugh escaped him.

“You look... There are no words to do you justice. I do not deserve you,” he murmured, eyes soft as he approached where you stood. Warm hands wrapped around your waist, giving a light affectionate squeeze as he rested his forehead against yours. “Now, let’s go celebrate you.”

Ruhn led you downstairs, calling a car to drive you to dinner. “Plan on a crazy night, do we?” you teased, sliding into the car with Ruhn closing the door gently behind you.

He seated himself on the other side, taking your hand in his as the driver took off down the street towards the Old Square. When the car stopped in front of The White Raven, you flashed an unimpressed glance towards Ruhn.

“This is what you planned for a special night to celebrate?” you asked, lips pursed as you folded your arms across your chest.

Ruhn laughed, pressing a kiss to your hand before opening his car door. “Just trust me,” he said, swiftly exiting the car before running around to open your door for you. Helping you out, Ruhn thanked the driver, placing his hand on the small of your back as he led you to the entrance of the club.

Opening the door, Ruhn stepped to the side as he ushered you in, the sight before you taking your breath away. A large banner saying “CONGRATULATIONS” spanned the length of the bar, streamers and balloons decorating the entire space.

All of your friends were there, dressed in their finery as they cheered at your entrance. Tears immediately filled your eyes, your head whipping to wear Ruhn smiled softly at your side.

Leaning in, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “The plan was to surprise you with this afterparty all along. My dumb ass just mixed up the dates,” he admitted softly.

Your heart melted at his words, and you reached out to him without a thought, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Whoops and hollers sounded from around you at the shameless public display of affection, and you laughed against Ruhn’s lips before pulling away.

“Thank you. This means so much to me, and I am so grateful for you,” you whispered, admiration in your eyes as you brushed Ruhn’s long black hair behind his ear.

A broad smile took over his face, Ruhn’s demeanor visibly lightening as he pulled you in for a hug. “Anything for you, my love. Now let’s go celebrate you,” he whispered, taking your hand as he led you into the crowd, where friends and family greeted you with hugs and accolades.

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dystopicjumpsuit · 8 days

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Cuddles and Snuggles?! 👀

Sign me up lol

I have a request if you feel inspired by it 👀

6. trying to crawl under their shirt with either Wrecker or Kix.

Because I would very much like to hide under their shirts than deal with the outside lol

If you think of someone that fits the prompt better, then do that instead! (Or you can entirely disregard this ofc lol)

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A/N: Moonie! I had this whole ficlet planned out, and then we chatted about this wonderful Wrecker art by @pinkiemme, and it took over my entire brain. So thank you both for inspiring me. 🖤♥️

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader (GN)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 573

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, established relationship shenanigans, very slightly suggestive dialogue, mild language

Summary: Wrecker is just so warm.

Suggested Listening (English translation here):

This fic smells like: Work From Home by Memoire Archives (cappuccino, caramel, biscotti)

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You rolled over to find an empty bed. You groped blindly through the blankets, but Wrecker was nowhere to be found, and based on how cold the sheets were, he’d been gone a while. Grinding the palms of your hands into your eyes, you sat up, searching blearily for him. There was no sign of him, so you stumbled out of bed to form a rescue party of one. It wasn’t long before you saw the soft blue glow of his datapad as he curled up on the sofa in the darkness.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice coming out in a hoarse croak.

He looked up and smiled. “What’re you doin’ up?”

“I got cold,” you replied. “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head.

“I’ll make us some caf,” you said.

“Already got some moogan tea,” he replied, holding up a steaming mug.

Screw the caf, then, you decided, immediately crossing the room to plop down next to him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, wrapped your arms around his waist, and draped your legs across his thigh, tucking your feet against his calf.

“You really are cold,” Wrecker said with a laugh as he felt your frigid toes.

“Warm me up?” you pleaded, giving him the softest, most pathetic tooka eyes you could muster at such an early hour.

“C’mere, then,” he replied, adjusting your position so he could hold you a little closer while still staring over your head at his datapad.

“Reading something good?” you asked.

He kissed the top of your head. “Candy Crush.”

You laughed quietly and snuggled closer, teasing your chilled fingers beneath the hem of his shirt. He flinched away involuntarily, but when you pulled back, he let out a little grumble.

“It’s all right,” he said. “You just surprised me. Come back.”

You didn’t bother to put up even a token resistance, instead diving your icy hands enthusiastically back under his shirt.

“Gods, you’re so warm!” you murmured, burrowing closer and sliding your hands further and further under his shirt, until you were practically wearing it with him.

“I do that on purpose so you’ll cuddle up to me,” he replied, holding back a laugh. “Comfy down there?”

“I’m working on it,” you replied. “You’re a really good heat source.”

“And you’re a really good icicle.” He set down his mug and wrapped his free arm around you. “You tryin’ to climb all the way inside my shirt?”

“Our shirt,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled by the fabric. “Besides, I’m not trying. I’m succeeding.”

“Well, maybe I should just carry you back to our bed so you can have a real blanket.”

“No, this is fine,” you replied from inside his—ahem—your shirt. “It’s cozy. I live here now.”

You felt the deep rumble of his chuckle against your cheek as you nuzzled your face against his chest. “You gonna pay rent?”

“Nah, I’m sleeping with the landlord. He’d never evict me.”

"You got that right." He shifted, and you heard the soft clatter of his datapad as he set it on the floor, then both of his arms closed around you. With seemingly no effort at all, he lifted you up and rolled the both of you over so you were tucked securely between him and the back of the sofa, wrapped in his embrace. He yawned loudly, and you knew he’d doze off within minutes. "Now stop squirmin’ and go back to sleep.”

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maybank-archives · 8 months

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hiii ! would you be able to do something where jj is not really in the mood but he tries for the reader? maybe when things are start getting more heated the reader notices that he’s not really into the moment + acting weird and is concerned? you can make it however you’d like ;)

here for you - jj maybank

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warning: a wholesome amount of fluffness.

word count: 0.5

author's notes: i'm a sucker for soft jj

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It was a chill summer night when JJ and Y/N decided to have a little movie night date, at first, it was all fun and cool. Y/N was hyped to have some movie marathon type of thing but it didn't take long enough for her to get bored.

Out of nowhere her mind started to play with the idea of turning that movie off and just making out with her boyfriend. She kept glancing over to JJ but unlike her, his focus was hooked on the screen.

He had no idea that as his fingers caressed her legs she was getting a ton of signs. Y/N leaned in and pecked his lips trying to grab his attention, JJ kissed her back but within seconds, his eyes were locked in the movie again.

Y/N's hands slide to his chest up to his neck, she turns his face again going for another kiss, this time they share a longer kiss, Y/N adjusts herself sitting on JJ’s lap making sure he is aware of her intentions. JJ knew exactly what she was doing, he usually loves seeing his girl initiating things but this time as crazy as it sounded, he was forcing himself to be present.

Y/N on the other hand was starting to feel her body hot, she made her way to JJ’s neck leaving wet kisses and marks, their lips met again but this time Y/N started to sense JJ's lack of enthusiasm, his lips became less responsive. JJ tried playing casually as much as he could, he thought that maybe making out he would cheer up and everything would be fine, but that didn't happen.

Y/N, being intuitive, gently pulled back, maintaining eye contact with JJ.

"JJ, are you okay?" she whispered, her brows furrowed with concern.

JJ blinked as if coming back to the present from a distant place. "Huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he stammered, his eyes refocusing on her.

Y/N searched his eyes, realizing that something was off. "You're not really here, are you?" She said getting off his lap and sitting back on the sofa, Y/N reached for his hand giving a gentle squeeze.

He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "Sorry, princess. It's just... Man, I’m a mess, this shitty feeling in my chest it’s all over the place lately, ya know?." JJ sighed

Y/N shifted closer to him, her fingers gently caressing his cheek. "Jay, you don't have to go through this alone, You can talk to me and I’m sorry that I was trying to make a move I had no idea, I’m really sorry.”

He looked into her eyes, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability in his gaze. "It’s okay babe, I know, and I appreciate that. It’s just fucking exhausting."

Y/N leaned in and kissed him softly, conveying her support. "We'll figure it out together, mkay?" Y/N places her hand on his chest.

“Deal.” JJ said, pulling her closer to his arms, “I love you darlin’.”

“I’ll always love you and I'm here for you Jay.” Y/n said giving JJ's cheek a kiss "I'll even watch this movie for you and I don't think there is a bigger proof of my love."

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sciderman · 1 month

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I swear I have read your big post regarding Peter Parker's neurodivergence and why it is best to avoid labelling him, but he definitely has a weird brain

Can't find it and feel kinda sad about it cuz I deeply related to it

i know exactly which post you're talking about and i can't find it either! i've raked through my archive, and it's just - nowhere to be seen. i think tumblr eated it (it happens.)

really, tumblr's search functionality is so so useless, i don't know what to tell you. there are plenty of keywords i can search to find it that post, but the search functionality actually just does not work!

undiagnosed audhd-addled peter parker, my darling, my light, my life, my everything.

i think peter parker's such an interesting creature to write, because a lot of people will point to a certain behaviour about him and say "this is an autistic thing, right?" but a lot of those behaviours are actually, in my head, tied to certain traumas in peter's life too.

people say "oh, the food thing, peter's a picky eater because he's autistic" and yes, absolutely. but also it's tied to his trauma with his parents.

peter gets overstimulated, and yes, it's an autism thing, but also he was bitten by a radioactive spider and his senses are dialled to 11.

it's a similar case i've found for myself, too – where a lot of friends i have kind of diagnose me because i have autistic traits, but actually - i'm hesitant to claim the label or pursue diagnosis because, actually, i know where these certain behaviours come from, and they come from certain traumas. there are events i can pinpoint in my life and say "yep. that's where this behaviour comes from."

so - i think there's a lot of overlap between trauma and autistic traits. the brain is very complex! i think the reason for that overlap is maybe as simple as the fact that people with autism and people with trauma are both doing the same thing - developing behaviours to protect themselves or soothe themselves. so - i think it's nice to be able to see a character like peter parker, who may or may not be autistic, but recognise behaviours in him and see yourself in him.

people who go undiagnosed for whatever reason - people who are really good at masking - so good, in fact, that they have no idea they might be on the spectrum - everyone and anyone at all can look at peter parker and recognise themselves. because i think we discredit the thought that every single brain does the same thing! develops certain behaviours in order to survive. every brain has that same software - we've just all been faced with different hardships that we need to overcome, and that's were all the differences come in.

autism is a spectrum, i guess - everyone falls into it to some degree. and i think events in your life probably push you along on it. but i don't know, i didn't study brain science. probably what i'm saying is very stupid and uninformed. of course there's brain chemistry involved. but i know people in my life living with autism and certain events in their life have exacerbated certain behaviours or made coping with it a lot more difficult. so maybe trauma is a catalyst.

#a lot of my traits have been exacerbated lately and i remember it was much easier for me before #and some of my friends have said “oh it's because you've been masking too long and now you're facing autistic burnout.”#and that made sense to me i think.#but then i found out about the stress thing. me overproducing stress hormone. and that's a very physical thing.#and that explains why i've been overstimulated more than usual lately. and why everything feels like too much.#and i wonder how many of these traits of mine are going to subside once i have lamar removed #and it makes me wonder a lot of things. and it's so weird how much your brain is tied to your biology.#i wonder how much i'll change. i wonder how i'll feel. i wonder if i'll still feel like me. i wonder how much me is me right now.#and how much of me is being altered by weird freaky hormones. who am i?? who will i be??#i'm almost looking at this as like. a superhero origin story of some sort. like this is my spider-bite moment. maybe.#will i be different? will i cope with things differently?? now that my body isn't fighting something anymore??#maybe i'll be normal. i don't know. i don't know.#i don't know what it'll mean for me.#but all of these things mean i relate to peter parker in a certain kind of way #i don't think you have to be diagnosed with autism to recognise and empathise with those traits i think #i think everyone can see themselves in peter. and i think that's the benefit of having characters that aren't diagnosed.#because there's so much overlap in the human experience. and certain feelings aren't exclusive to just one group of people.#peter has such a rich identity actually. it's an autistic thing. it's a queer thing. it's a jewish thing. it's a trauma thing.#there are so many overlapping parts of peter's identity that inform who he is and how he behaves and it's never just one thing.#it's a product of all of his things.#just like me! just like everyone.#so me? i guess i can be a million things. you can explain what i am in a million different ways.#a hundred different psychologists can all come up with different ways to explain why i be the way i be.#i don't think it's something that can be simplified.#sorry wow. i'm really going off here in the tags.#i hope people don't think i'm stupid. i don't know brain science. i'm just philosophising as usual.#sci speaks

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Detective, I need your help,

I've had this screenshot saved for a while and my efforts to find the original seem to be incompetent. Your help would be appreciated :)

what should've been an easy task turned out to be rather hard to find. i went to the first username and searched for a wide variety of keyword combinations, but it yielded no results. i went to the second blog and did the same thing, and it yielded nothin' once again. i checked the archive of the second blog and found nothin'. i snooped around in Madame Curator's hellsite museum while she wasn't around, but once again, nothin'.

that's when, with nowhere else to turn, i went down to my source, google. i asked them for " tumblr this has to be the worst picture ever taken of a football player" and they handed me a link to a seemingly random blog. clickin' this link brought me no closer, but i knew they had to have it. why else would the phrase pop up? so i took a look in their archive, and found exactly what i was lookin' for.

here you are! i hope you enjoyed this one! have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

#this is like the sports version of that eisenhower image #also i literally stopped working on my personal projects to find this #yes it was that important #ask #hellsite detective #post case closed

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Late Night Day Dreams Chapter 12:

House by the Sea

Summary:

Waking up in your new home with your two lovers.

Notes:

-Human Sun - Solaris (Sol)

-Human Moon - Lucien (Lune)

-It is heavily implied that the three of them had sex the night before.

-Solaris and Lucien are NOT brothers and are as in love with each other as they are with the reader.

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The sun shone bright through the clouds as waves crashed on the shore below us. From up on this cliff we could see the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. There was a lighthouse on the peninsula to our right, ships heading out for deeper waters on our left, and right here in the middle was our little home.

A lovely little house overlooking it all.

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Light filtered in through the curtains, the sound of the rolling waves drifting faintly through the open window, carried in on the cool early morning breeze.

I shifted, snuggling deeper under the covers, not wanting to wake up yet, feeling tired and sore.

An arm slid around my waist and pulled me closer to a warm body, a face nuzzling into my neck as Lucien stirred.

Then a leg was tossed over mine and Lucien’s as Solaris rolled over, effectively tossing the blankets off of our lower halves.

“Soool” I groaned, suddenly cold but unable to do anything about it while tangled up in my lovers’ lanky limbs. Searching for warmth, I snuggled closer to the cause of the cold because Solaris’s body always ran hot. A wonderful source of warmth on cold mornings like this.

“Mmm?” Solaris was not a morning person and was nowhere near coherent. But he still wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, resting his chin atop my head.

Lucien snuggled in from behind me, bringing the blanket with him and tossing it back over us.

“Morning.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck and then my bare shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” I mumbled into Solaris’s chest.

“Tired,” I added after a moment then I rolled over, wrapping my arms around Lucien’s neck.

“Happy,” I whispered, gazing into his deep blue eyes.

My raven-haired lover chuckled and kissed my nose.

“We’ll go easier on you next time.”

I shook my head, blushing.

“No, I had fun.”

With a disgruntled sound, Solaris tightened his hold on me and pulled me back against his chest making me squeak and Lucien laugh.

“Sol will probably be sore too once he wakes up,” I said, glancing back at my blond lover. His hair was a messy halo around his head, his face pressed into the pillow as he continued to doze, content now I was closer.

Lucien chuckled, his eyes gazing fondly at our lover, a smirk playing across his lips.

“Yes. I think he likely will be.”

Fingers took hold of my chin and Lucien tilted my head so he could press his lips to mine.

“I’m going to get up. I should have breakfast going long before our ray of sunshine starts to stir.” He murmured.

“Okay.”

I let Lucien slip from my arms. He grunted and stretched sitting on the edge of the bed for a moment before standing.

My eyes slide down his back to his waist and his cute bare butt, only for me to flush and hide my face in the covers when Lucien turned and caught my eye.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes.” I had the blankets pulled to my nose and my voice was muffled but Lucien seemed to hear me just fine. He laughed, kneeling on the bed so he could lean down, and press a kiss to my forehead.

Relaxing, I watched from my comfortable spot in bed as Lucien threw on sweatpants, my eyes tracing the curves of his body.

Last night I’d traced all the little bumps and marks on his back with my fingers and pressed kisses to nearly every inch of him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lucien reached out to run gentle fingers through my hair.

“What are you feeling for breakfast?”

“Waffles?”

“With sausage?”

“Please?”

Leaning in, Lucien stole a quick kiss.

“Come down when you’re ready. No rush.”

I was left alone with Solaris, snuggling into his warm chest while he snoozed and I daydreamed, slowly waking up.

Last night had been our first night in our new home and we’d had thoroughly tired ourselves out.

We’d taken a long walk on the beach, had a wonderful dinner we’d cooked together, talked and laughed over a movie then had a long and exhausting romp before bed.

I was looking forward to more days like that in the future. Days full of happiness and love.

Solaris tightened his hold on me, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he tangled his legs with mine.

“Hey.” He murmured, still groggy from having just woken up.

“Been awake long?”

“Not too long. Lucien’s already up and making breakfast.”

Solaris chuckled.

“Such an early bird. I could never.”

Ducking his head down, his ice-blue eyes found mine and he smiled softly.

“Morning.” He whispered before pressing his lips to mine.

“Morning” I whispered back, letting my forehead rest against his.

“How are you feeling? Lucien was just as rough with you as you both were with me.” I asked with a soft little laugh. Solaris grinned ruefully in response, eyes closing for a moment as he shifted.

“Sore. But I think you had already guessed that.”

Solaris pressed a kiss to my lips again then tightened his grip on me and rolled causing me to squeak in surprise.

“Come here.” He grunted, settling me on his chest. As he gazed up at me, his hands slid up and down my body making my skin tingle.

I rested my head on his chest and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers tracing my curves.

Eventually, we did get up.

Solaris threw on boxer shorts and a tee shirt while I pulled on sleep shorts and a tank.

The smell of cooking food hit us before we entered the kitchen, the wonderful scent of breakfast filling the house.

Lucien was standing before the stove in our little kitchen, scrambling eggs. He’d probably started them when he’d heard us start to get up.

“Morning,” Solaris said, snagging Lucien’s hips from behind and giving him a kiss while I slid into a seat at our small round breakfast nook table.

“This looks amazing, Lune.” Solaris peered over Lucien’s shoulder at the cooking food, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Are those strawberries? Where did those come from?”

“I picked them up yesterday at the little market by the boardwalk,” I said, watching my boys, resting my chin on my hand.

“Wanted them to be a surprise. Lucien helped me distract you,” I said grinning.

Solaris was across the kitchen in seconds, wrapping his arms around me and peppering my face with kisses while I giggled and tried to push him away.

“Sol!” I laughed as Solaris dropped to his knees, hand on his chest as he lamented

“How did I ever find lovers as wonderful as these? What did I do to deserve such kind souls to be a part of my life?”

“Get up, Romeo, breakfast is ready,” Lucien said, bending down to kiss Solaris before placing the bowl of eggs on the table next to the towering stack of waffles and a bowl of sausage links that were already there.

“I should buy you strawberries more often.” I laughed as Solaris stood, kissing my cheek before taking his seat.

“Please do!”

#going to be honest #Lucien and Solaris have never actually been brothers I just didn’t want people to be upset with me shipping Sun and Moon together #I’ve since relized that I don’t care #they’re in love with each other and the reader (which is always secretly ((not so secretly)) me)#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #dca fandom #fnaf sun and moon #sun and moon x reader #dca fanfic #sun x moon #sun x moon x reader #glitter rock writing

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7-wonders · 2 years

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What You Stand to Lose (Sith!Anakin Skywalker)

Summary: You meet Darth Vader again, this time in the hopes of finding answers as to why you've been bonded through the Force to him since the moment you met. Things spiral out of control very quickly.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I've wanted to write a lightsaber fight for a while, and finally decided to tackle it! Very excited and proud of this, and I hope that you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Warnings for combat and general existential crises.

Read my other Sith!Anakin/Rebel!reader stuff here!

The moon that you’ve found yourself on is lush and green, completely unlike what you would expect a Sith to pick for a secret meeting location. You’re so sure that you landed on the wrong planet that you check the coordinates again, sure that you typed them in your ship’s navigation system wrong. They’re correct, though, and you sigh before opening up the ship’s door. It’s now or never.

This is, by far, one of the stupidest things that you’ve ever done. And you’ve done a lot of stupid things in your life. But deciding to secretly meet with the Sith Lord that you share an odd Force bond with? You’ve surely lost your mind.

It hadn’t been your idea. During one of your shared dreams with Darth Vader, which were becoming more and more common as time went on, he had mentioned that he had found holocrons in the old Jedi archives (which were supposed to be destroyed long ago, but hadn’t been) that might give you both some answers. While you were content with waiting for him to search through these holocrons and come to you with the magic solution to your problem, he had a few good reasons to be hesitant.

The first reason was that, if he were to suddenly start spending his time hiding and reading and researching, people would get suspicious and inevitably there would be questions asked. Specifically, the Emperor would get suspicious. Though Vader didn’t go into details – somehow, a silent agreement had been reached not to talk about “work” when around each other in dreams – you got the feeling that their relationship was contentious at best and toxic at worst. If the Emperor were to find out that his protege, his apprentice, was hiding secrets of this magnitude, then it would be Vader’s funeral. And until you figure out just how deep this bond goes, you’d rather not test it with one half of the bond being killed.

The second reason was that there were just too many damn holocrons for one person to search through. It would take him days, if not weeks, to look through every record that even mentions Force bonds or shared dreams. He could only look through so many before reason number one became a problem again.

So, you begrudgingly agreed to meet with him on a moon that was basically forgotten, one that neither the Empire nor the Rebel Alliance had yet touched. Making your ship untraceable and sneaking away was the easy part. The hard part, as it turns out, is gathering the nerve to stand up and walk out to actually meet with Darth Vader. He’s here somewhere, you know–you can feel his proximity to you, probably thanks to the bond. The tug of the bond becomes too much for you to ignore, and you stand with a sigh and allow it to lead you.

It’s only a couple of minutes of walking before you stop in a clearing, knowing that he’s here somewhere. You spin in a slow circle, looking for a glimpse of black robes or yellow eyes, but you can’t find any sign of him.

“I know you’re here, Vader,” you call, your voice echoing through the imposing mountains of this moon.

He appears out of nowhere, though you know he likely used some aspect of the Force you’re not yet familiar with to cloak himself from you. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in his suit since the day you first met. Now that you’re not struck with fear, you can fully admire just how powerful he looks in it. The buttons on his chest plate glow green and red; what purpose they serve, you’re not too sure. Gloves cover his hands and stretch up the length of his strong forearms, though his right glove seems to be more reinforced than his left one. That damn cape of his billows out behind him, making him look like a member of royalty. You’ll never admit it, but you love when he wears it.

The one thing that’s missing from his ensemble is his helmet. There’s no sign of it, and you assume he left it back on his own ship. Though he’s revealed himself to you, you both stand a few paces apart. You’re both uneasy about being around the other, trying to figure out if you’re being lured into a trap of some sort. Even if it weren’t for the bond, something in you knows that he hasn’t betrayed you.

“I’ll admit, I’m surprised you actually showed up,” Vader says, appraising you as he takes one slow step closer.

You shrug. “Said I’d be here, didn’t I?”

“You did.”

He produces a bag from within the confines of his cloak, tossing it on the ground between you. Small objects in all manor of shapes spill out and scatter in the grass. It appears Vader did his job, and he did it well. Slowly, he sits down on the grass, his cloak trailing behind him. He looks at you expectantly, and you realize that this is a peace offering. He’s putting himself in a vulnerable position first, giving you the choice to attack. Instead, you sit down next to him, and he pushes a couple of holocrons towards you with a smirk.

“Shall we?”

A couple of hours later, you’ve gone through every single holocron that Vader brought. Your eyes hurt from the strain of reading so much information, back-to-back-to-back. So much talk of dreams and bonds, yet none of it gives you any clarity for your situation. The dreams mentioned were merely visions that most Force users got, the bonds being between master and apprentice. Nothing in any of these explains involuntary Force bonds between two people who had never met before, shared dreams, or being able to sense someone who’s not your master or apprentice.

“This is useless,” you grumble, tossing a holocron from hand to hand. Vader stands, pacing back and forth as he continues to go through what he’s already looked at.

“No, there has to be something here.”

“There’s not. We’ve both looked at all of these, and nothing applies to our situation. Maybe…maybe it’s in other holocrons that you didn’t grab. You said you only grabbed as many as you could, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t know how many more hundreds of holocrons I can take and replace while simultaneously disappearing for hours at a time.”

“Dammit.”

Vader stares at a spot on the ground, thinking. After a moment, he says, “I might have another lead, but it would be risky. It’s on a neutral planet, though. Takodana.”

You hum noncommittally, not too happy at the thought of following another fruitless lead. You’re already wasting too much time and brainpower on this situation, and becoming far too entangled with the dark side of the Force. Some nights, when you lay awake and stare at the ceiling, you think that you can hear it whispering to you, attempting to seduce you.

You hate how tantalizing it can be.

Vader finally stops his pacing when he’s in front of you. You look up from the holocron in your hands, slowly trailing up until you meet his eyes. “Spar with me,” Vader says to you, already unclipping his lightsaber from the black utility belt around his waist. You look at him in bewilderment.

“I thought we agreed that this…rendezvous would end without bloodshed.”

“And it will. I’m nothing if not a man of my word, Rebel.”

A smile lights up his handsome face as he activates his red lightsaber, casually twirling it in his hand. You try your hardest to ignore the way that your stomach stirs at the sight and scramble to your feet.

“However, you’ve acquired a weapon of your own now, and I’m quite interested in seeing how you handle it.”

Though you’re still wary, you unsheath your own lightsaber and stare down at the blue color emanating from it. You hadn’t gotten the experience of your Jedi forefathers who were able to travel to Ilum and pick their own kyber crystals. Instead, your mentor – Dia hated the idea of being called ‘Master’ – had shown you to a room full of the lightsabers of fallen Jedi. Force-sensitives were low on options, and it’s not as though the weapons were being used, so the morbid ritual of a dead Jedi’s kyber choosing a new owner was becoming more and more common among those who had managed to escape the brutality of the Inquisitors.

It was quite the solemn experience, walking through what could only be described as a tomb and sifting through the emotions, the experiences, that each crystal had stored within it. You were thankful that your crystal had come to you, the lightsaber un-wedging itself from under a pile and flying into your hand. From there, you were able to use discarded parts to create your own lightsaber, though you would forever thank the Jedi whose name you didn’t know for the gift of their crystal to help you complete your weapon. Every time you saw that beautiful blue glow, you liked to think that this Jedi’s Force essence was there with you, teaching you.

“I had my lightsaber back on Batuu,” you point out.

“We were, unfortunately, too busy running from our captors to waste any time discussing that which wasn’t directly related to our mission. Or did you forget?”

You roll your eyes, shifting into an attack stance. How could you ever forget that experience? How could you ever want to forget that experience?

Vader goes into a stance of his own, and you both stare at each other for a moment, engaging in a battle of wills and daring the other to make the first move. The Force sparks and crackles around you, something beautiful and untamed and alive, and you try to listen to the clues that it wants to give you. When you feel it lurch, you do the same, just barely blocking Vader’s low swipe as he strikes first.

From there the pace only picks up, blades crashing against each other and emitting purple pulses of energy whenever they do. Vader’s good, and it’s obvious that his skills are nowhere near exaggerated. You’ve heard stories of the legendary Anakin Skywalker and his astonishing droid kill-count from the Clone Wars–though Ahsoka, in the short time that she’s been a part of the Rebel Alliance, is always quick to tell you that she was just a few behind him. With the power of the Dark Side coursing through his veins, he’s only gotten more deadly in battle. You’re keenly aware of the fact that, if this was an actual fight, he could easily snap your neck with the Force.

Though he fights with grace, his saber twirling from hand to hand as he attempts to back you into a corner, there’s also a viciousness behind the intensity of his strikes. He violently brings his weapon down while trying to find a weakness, and you meet him with yours. You crash into a stalemate, your blades locked together as you glare at each other through the heat of the lightsabers.

“You’re good,” Anakin comments, baring his teeth in a savage grin. “Who’s been training you?”

You badly want to tell him that you’ve been receiving lessons from his former Padawan, but you know that it’s not your place to reveal her whereabouts to him. Instead, you respond, “Dia Dorvin.”

“Hmm, she was knighted right before the fall of the Jedi Order, yes?” You must show some surprise in your eyes, as Vader smirks while forcing your shaking arms to continue to hold the defensive lock you’ve found yourselves in. “The Order was not that large. Dia accompanied me on a couple of low-stakes missions when her master was off doing something too dangerous for a Padawan to be a part of.”

You overpower him just enough to shove him away from you with your foot kicking his chest, flipping over him until you land behind him with the hopes of catching him off-guard. He’s fast, fast enough that he’s matching your swings before he even turns around all the way.

He leaves his middle open, and you assume that you have him. You wouldn’t kill him, of course, but sparring dictates any contact equals a win. If you can just singe the leather of his suit, then you can declare victory over him. The need to win is all that you can think about, yet you don’t know why you feel so strongly about this. Maybe it’s because nothing involving you and Darth Vader, Anakin Skywalker, can be anything below the highest intensity.

You strike, putting all of your weight behind your movement as you slash your lightsaber towards him. He drops to his knees to avoid the heat of your weapon before coming back up to his full, intimidating height. His foot hooks behind yours and pulls it out from under you, making you collapse to the floor with a surprised gasp as your saber falls out of your hand and rolls away from you. Your back hits the surface harshly, and you feel the stinging pain for only a second before forcing yourself to get back to your feet.

Vader beats you to it, digging his knee into your chest to keep you pinned to the floor. He brings his lips to your ear and his weapon to your throat, and you swallow when you feel the heat right against your skin.

“I win.”

His voice is just a little louder than the humming of his lightsaber, which he finally extinguishes after a moment and tosses to the side. Still, he doesn’t remove his weight off of your body. You’re both breathing heavily, but at this point you don’t know whether it’s from the physical exertion or Vader’s proximity to you.

You’ve heard Force users older than you talk about how the Force is meant to guide you, how they often know what is right or wrong based on how the Force responds. You’re still trying to learn when and how to listen to it, but its teachings are frustratingly vague a lot of the time. When Vader removes his knee and leans down even further, and you sit up enough to connect your lips to his, the Force sings around you, rejoicing in the fruition of its hard work. Nothing has ever felt so right, and never have you been so sure of what the Force is trying to tell you than at this moment.

Vader’s lips, much like everything else about him, are rough and full of passion. Yet there’s a softness that he tries to keep hidden, one that translates to the way that he rests his hand against the back of your head to pull you into him. You wrap your own arms around his neck in response, and he moves to straddle your waist.

This is wrong. It’s so, so wrong. This is a Sith Lord you’re kissing, one who’s made it clear that he wants to corrupt you into his apprentice. He serves as the enforcer for a cruel regime that seeks to bring the entire galaxy under its rule, and he does so with a bloodthirsty joy. He’s working to destroy the embers of hope that the Rebel Alliance is fanning into flames, the hope that you’re willing to defend with your life. Kissing him is wrong.

Why, then, does it feel so right? Why does the Force continue to put you in situations where you’re forced to work together and get close to each other, why does it give you dreams that you share with each other? You’re connected to Vader, like it or not, because the Force has willed it so. Right now, as he tilts your head back just a bit and licks his tongue against your lip until you grant him entrance, you like it very much.

It’s when he begins to trail his lips down your jaw to the spot behind your ear, when you tangle your fingers in his messy curls, that some semblance of logic returns to you. Not all of it, because your hormones are currently eating up most of your brain cells, but enough that you realize that if you don’t stop this now, it’s not going to stop at all.

You muster all the strength that you can to put your hands on Vader’s chest and push him back from you. He’s the only Sith you’ve ever met, but he is the exact opposite of what you would expect a Sith to be. He doesn’t (usually) renege on his word, and he’s a gentleman that backs off the moment that you start trying to pull away. Those heated golden eyes of his are mired with confusion, and you want to assure him that it’s nothing that he did.

Instead, you say, “We can’t…be doing this.”

“Doing what?” he asks.

“This.” You motion between both of you. Getting to your feet, you summon your lightsaber and clip it onto your belt, using any excuse to not look him in the eyes.

“Why not? I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I was, and that’s the problem.” Only when you feel that you’ve put enough space between you and him do you turn around. “We’re enemies. Enemies don’t kiss; they don’t even meet up in secret!”

A smirk plays on his lips. “Y’know, a wise man once told me that ‘only a Sith deals in absolutes.’”

“Don’t you dare.” You point a shaking finger at him. “I am nothing like you or the Sith, and I never will be.”

It’s bad enough that you’re connected to a Sith in the way that you are. To think about the fact that you could carry traits of the Sith, traits that lie within those who are evil and fallen, is almost too much to bear. Vader must realize this by the way that he puts his hands up like he’s surrendering, showing you that he means no harm by what he said. The damage has been done, however, and you glare at him.

“Besides the fact that we are both betraying the causes we fight for by being here, this is also fundamentally wrong. I mean, a Jedi and a Sith, light and dark. It doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t work! We’ll collide eventually and burn each other out.”

Vader shakes his head. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s the truth!”

“Screw the truth!” He crosses the room in only a couple of strides thanks to his long legs, grabbing your arms in his hands. Even this action, with so much intensity behind it, manages to be gentle. “The Force has brought us together for a reason. You wouldn’t be here, with me, if you didn’t feel it too.”

“Vader–”

“Anakin,” he interrupts, shaking his head furiously. “Call me Anakin.”

“You told me that that name died on Mustafar.”

Your voice is trembling now, everything becoming too real. This was supposed to be a productive meeting where you would hopefully work together to figure out how to remove whatever bonded you in the Force. Now you’re kissing and fighting like lovers and he’s insisting that you call him a name that nobody else is allowed to use. The air in the room suddenly feels a little too thin, your breath coming out harshly as you try to remember to breathe.

You wrench yourself out of his arms. Though he’s strong enough to overpower you if he wanted to, he lets you go. You stumble backwards and yell, “Stop playing your mind games with me!”

“You think that I don’t feel just as insane as you do? I don’t know what’s worse, that I haven’t killed you or that I don’t want to kill you.”

“That makes two of us, then.” You rub your hand hardly over your face, ridding yourself of any of the angry tears that you can feel building up at the backs of your eyes. “I’ll go with you to Takodana so that we can follow your lead, you just tell me where to be and when. But if this one doesn’t pan out, that’s it.”

Vader can only watch as you turn to go back to your ship. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ll do anything to sever this bond,” you call over your shoulder. “Even if that means I have to kill you.”

When you keep walking and don’t turn back, he calls your name. Your real name, not ‘Rebel.’ You don’t think he’s ever done that before. It makes you stumble in your determined walk, and you look at him with wide eyes. Vader stalks over to you and grabs your arm, pulling you in before he kisses you once more. Your teeth clack against his as your lips angrily meet; this is nothing like the sweet kiss you previously shared, and nor should it be. You’re both mad–at the circumstances that have brought you together, at being on opposite sides and viewpoints, at having feelings that neither of you want to have.

Vader pulls away, taking steps back while still staring at you. You’ve never hated a person so much while also wanting to kiss that same person so much. You wipe the back of your hand against your mouth and walk away again.

“Takodana,” he says. “I’ll let you know when to meet me there. And believe me, I will see you there.”

This is terrible, you think as you fly back to the base you’ve been stationed at for the past month. This is complicated and messy and it’s with arguably the worst person you could be in this sort of a situation with. You want this bond severed, and you repeat that to yourself even as you bring your fingers to your lips while they still tingle from the intensity of Vader’s kisses.

I want this bond severed.

Do I want this bond severed?

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker imagines #anakin skywalker x reader #sith!anakin #sith!anakin skywalker #star wars imagine #star wars #rebel!reader #sith!anakin x rebel!reader #rebel-verse au

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If FPK made a ranking of all the different places in Hallownest, how would it look?

Dirtmouth - no need to explain it really, it's his home and that's where all his loved ones and his community live. No other place could fit this spot. Even if it's affected by the weather, which often makes it quite cold compared to many areas underground, he still loves it.

Greenpath - his favorite hunting ground, even if his favorite prey, Tiktiks, only lives in the upper regions (though I imagine they do spread all over the area after the end of the infection). But there's plenty of other food that he likes - Mosscreeps, Maskflies and Squits, and the dense moss makes it easier for him to ambush them. Not to mention, it has one of his favorite spots to hang out in all of Hallownest (the bench surrounded by beautiful waterfalls and vegetation) as well as many branches to rest on.

Forgotten Crossroads - similar to above, he hunts there frequently (it has a very high population of Tiktiks and Crawlids and many other tasty critters). It's nowhere near as pretty as Greenpath, and there aren't many spots to rest of hide, but it's very safe these days. Sure, there may be more travelers he bumps into now, and that can be awkward if he's feasting on a Tiktik when it happens, but at least he's close to home.

Fog Canyon - not the safest place for those who aren't careful, but thankfully he knows not to bother its inhabitants. My vision of it may include more paths that are safe to travel than we see in the game, so it is a relatively non-dangerous place if you avoid the acid pools. So once you learn to watch your step, you can really appreciate the beauty of the place. FPK likes to stop by whenever he visits WL in her Queen's Gardens mansion, and watch the Oomas and Uomas floating around peacefully. It's quite relaxing. Plus Monomon's archives are located there, so that's definitely a point of interest for him.

Queen's Gardens - he avoided the place for a long time out of fear of confronting WL, but also because of the presence of the Mantis Traitors. But he did eventually meet her, and after she freed herself and moved back to her old mansion, he started visiting her from time to time. The dense and beautiful vegetation has its charm, though there are still many thorny vines around so that makes it quite irritating to navigate through. And as much as he wants to be on friendly terms with WL, he finds her presence intimidating (and it reminds him too much of his emotional pain he experienced during their marriage), so being in the area does make him a little bit uncomfortable, and that's why it would be below Fog Canyon.

Howling Cliffs - there's plenty of Tiktiks and Crawlids to catch and eat, but the area is very difficult to navigate, with many steep cliffs and dangerous trails. Not to mention the wind - it's located on the other side of the mountain, which doesn't lead to an enclosed valley like where Dirtmouth is situated. That means that the region is noticeably colder, so he only travels here in search of food. The road that goes through the newly renovated mountain tunnel (and connects Dirtmouth to the Howling Cliffs) does make reaching this hunting ground very easy and safe, but the cold usually discourages him from it. Plus his potential food is much better at climbing cliffs than he is, so he's much better off hunting elsewhere.

Resting Grounds - a very peaceful area, though not one he visits particularly often. He mostly goes there to pay his respects to the ones who passed, especially the dead Dreamers - he leaves little offerings at their shrine to thank them for their sacrifice. Its safety is the main reason why it ranks higher than many other regions.

Kingdom's Edge - a very similar situation to the Resting Grounds, it's lower on the list due to the more dangerous fauna, the distance from home, and the somber reminder of the fate of his species in the form of his old corpse. If he travels here, it's to try to remember more details from his past life, but also to catch young Hoppers - their bodies are filled with blood of their prey, and that makes them a tasty snack for Grimm, especially if he's unable to get it otherwise.

The City of Tears - while it is in a much better state than during the infection, it's still very dangerous - the criminal activity is high, and many of the bugs that recognize him as the old king don't like him very much. He prefers to avoid confrontation, so he rarely visits the city, usually only at Lurien's invitation or to visit a particular shop, and only when he's accompanied by Grimm. Definitely not his favorite place, but when he's safe with Grimm and ignores the occasional mean comments, it's not the worst.

Crystal Peak - a beautiful, yet very dangerous region. He only visits the little area you can get to using the Dirtmouth lift. The crystals are very beautiful and he likes to bring chunks of them home as little gifts, but other than that there isn't much for him to find there.

Fungal Wastes - he doesn't like the smell of fungi very much, and the whole area reeks of it. So that's already a huge reason for him to avoid it. But another big one is the Mantis Tribe - while he doesn't get attacked on sight by them, he still prefers not to get on their nerves, and opts not to disturb them. Aside from that, there's just no reason for him to go there - the mushroom of the Mushroom Clan are sentient, so they're obviously off the menu, plus again, he hates the smell (and probably wouldn't like the taste).

The Hive - an area he's not welcome in, so he doesn't go there so as not to bother them. He heard that the hive is raising its new queen, so he does hope to eventually be on good terms with her, but until then he avoids it.

Deepnest - a very dangerous area that he almost never visits. He would go there to pay his respects at Herrah's final resting place, but it's too dangerous to reach it. And the critters there are too risky or too big to hunt.

Ancient Basin - his first hunting ground after waking up from hibernation, though one he was very happy to leave behind. As you'd expect, there are many painful memories associated with this place and its subregions, so these days he only visits it to leave small gifts at the shrine he made for the vessels at the Abyss entrance. He stays there for a little bit, and then leaves as soon as he can. The Palace Grounds are an area he tries to move through quickly on his way from the Stag station, he doesn't like thinking about it.

Royal Waterways - its placement at the very bottom might be surprising, until you remember what the area looks like and that he's terrified of deep water. The region is flooded, the air is gross and smells horrible, and the only creature that he would enjoy eating is the Pilflip. But all the deep, terrifying water just isn't worth it. It's a disgusting area, he shudders at the mere thought of it, and avoids it like a plague. If there was one place that he would want to visit, it's the Junk Pit - there's many trinkets and other interesting objects he could use in his workshop. But the path to reach it is simply too terrifying for him, so he's very thankful that Hornet offers to travel there for him.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save #au worldbuilding #fpk

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moxley · 6 months

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Would it be alright to get some recommendations on how to get into wrestling? I'm intrigued by your posting but I also have no idea where to start do I just search "most homoerotic wrestling" and go from there?

i will do my best to provide a baby starter guide … this is kind of how i got into things, but streamlined so that you dear reader can figure out what you want out of life, instead of fucking around consistently like i did

“isn’t wrestling silly and fake?”

yes. however, the unreality of wrestling and the blend between what’s real, what’s staged, and the genuine athleticism of the wrestlers makes for incredible long-term, partly improvised narratives that can happen nowhere else. you’re not watching a sports show — you’re watching a mix of theatre and gymnastics.

“is wrestling for me?”

suggestion: watch supereyepatchwolf’s video , “professional wrestling is stupid and beautiful and i love it”. it’s meant to convey the wonder and fun and joy of this silly silly thing to people who are not into wrestling or don’t understand it. if you’re still curious about wrestling when you’re done, it’s time to start watching for real.

“ok, i’m still curious. now what?”

fuck it, we ball. the beauty of wrestling is that whilst there are long term narratives, all the individual matches need to convey is the struggle of that moment. whether it’s a long term feud coming to a head, friends who have to compete or have turned on each other, someone struggling to the top of a championship mountain, or a challenger coming in to try and dethrone a champion - all that matters will be conveyed to you by the tone of the match and the commentators. so you can just pick up anywhere and dive right in. but across dozens of promotions, where do you start?

well, for you i’ll do what i did, which is pick on all elite wrestling (aew). they’re not better or worse than anyone else, but bluntly for me i think a lot of the wrestlers there are cute and they’re easy for me to find. here are a few matches off the top of my head, not in any particular order. i list their names and then what show you can find the match on. most of these can be found on the internet archive, if not all.

MJF vs CM PUNK (Revolution 2022) — dog collar match. they’re collared and chained to each other. mjf hits cm punk over the back with the chain and it leaves very real, visible marks. extremely sexy if you’re into that sort of thing.

DARBY ALLIN vs JON MOXLEY (Dynamite 08/05/2020) — i’ll be real this one awakened something in me it’s just very. um. it��s just very. umm. uhhh. 😓

DARBY ALLIN & STING vs TEAM TAZ (Revolution 2021) — this is fun because it’s filmed in a warehouse location and more cinematically. it’s goofy, but has some intense stunts too. i love this match. bonus points because sting literally picks darby up and throws him.

BRYAN DANIELSON vs KAZUCHIKA OKADA (Forbidden Door 2023) — so fair warning, bryan breaks his arm for real in this match. you can’t really tell except for how he stops using his right arm for the last 10-15 mins of the match, but i love this match. bryan and okada are just both great and very intense. (btw okada broke bryan’s orbital socket last month, please help)

MJF vs KENNY OMEGA (Collision 28/10/2023) i wanted a kenny match on this list and this one is recent but great, in part because of the respect the two men show each other, rather than being an outright feud. my heart grows three sizes whenever matches end in a cuddle.

i also recommend AEW ALL IN 2023, which was a ppv at wembley and literally every match is incredible and a banger. fucking rules.

“i watched those and they sucked!”

i dunno man try wwe or npjw or gcw idk or maybe you just don’t like wrestling

“i watched those and they RULED!”

congrats! now look into aew’s weekly shows or their numerous PPV shows, and start looking at shows from other promotions like wwe, njpw, and gcw! search the names of wrestlers you enjoyed to find more matches that they’re in! be free, and let the half naked sweaty men consume your brain 💜

i hope this helped 🥹

#ask box #anonymous #wrestling #aew #tagging aew bc i would like to see this reblogged for other ppl who want to get into wrestling

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animeangelriku · 6 months

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He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to feel Crowley’s demonic presence, searching in all the places he thinks he could be, but just like Muriel told him, Crowley is nowhere to be found. Aziraphale expands his search radius, going all the way to Edinburgh, Paris, the Americas, bloody Antarctica, the Moon… and still, no sign of his demon. No sign of any demonic activity at all, no leftover traces of sulfur and brimstone. Hell doesn’t have him. That doesn’t make Aziraphale feel much better, but it’s something, at least. Hold on a moment. It’s not an occult presence he should be looking for—Hell made it clear that they couldn’t care less about Crowley—it’s ethereal. It’s Heaven who wants to get rid of Crowley, who would benefit from his destruction.

Here is the story I wrote in collaboration with @sightkeeper for the @do-it-with-style-events Reverse Mini Bang!! It was such a pleasure to partake in this event and to have Ran as my collaborator! We hope you enjoy what we cooked up together!!

#good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #riku's fics #good omens fanfic #good omens 2 #sightkeeper #do it with style events #ineffable husbands fanfic

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jimahalangel · 6 months

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Gelatin Skeleton

Summary:

Apparently the multiverse doesn't need your permission to Isekai you. It doesn't even have to give you the courtesy of letting you know it happened.

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Undertale is gone, like it never existed.

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You would know—you've looked.

…

"Wait- so you're telling me the void ate my universe? I'm living the weirdest 'I survived' book?!! Introducing to scholastic book fairs everywhere: 'I survived the destruction of the universe when the void decided to get all schlorpy schlorpy!?'"

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"I am unfortunately fully aware of what information your universe had in the way of… fanfiction about my friends and family-"

...

Notes:

Formatting is better on AO3 (italicized font and such)

Update schedule: AO3 will get new chapters earlier (probably about a day) than Tumblr. (Aiming for once a week, on Thursdays or Fridays - not set in stone)

Link to read on AO3:

Chapter 1: Wikipedia, my beloved.

(read chapter 2 here)

Going to sleep in one universe and waking up in another sounds like the kind of thing people would write about in various types of fiction. Because it is . It's such a prevalent trope that it has its own genre: Isekai .

As defined by Wikipedia, "Isekai, ( Japanese: 異世界, transl. "different world" or "otherworld") is a genre of speculative fiction—both portal fantasy and science fiction are included. It includes novels, light novels, films, manga, anime and video games that revolve around a displaced person or people who are transported to and have to survive in another world, such as a fantasy world, virtual world, or parallel universe. Isekai is one of the most popular genres of anime, and Isekai stories share many common tropes…"

You'd think someone would notice being Isekai-d; that you might feel different upon waking up in a world where things are changed in new and mysterious ways—perhaps feel empowered? Surely when one is suddenly transported into another reality, they might remember the day it happened?

Apparently the multiverse doesn't need your permission to Isekai you. It doesn't even have to give you the courtesy of letting you know it happened.

Or, well, you think this is another universe, at least? Because an entire chunk of internet-culture/pop-culture was missing when you went to Google it yesterday.

Is missing.

Still.

Undertale is gone, like it never existed. You would know—you've looked.

It's not like years' worth of memes and fanfiction and fanart pertaining to a game that changed the entire gaming industry could just up and disappear out of nowhere, could it?! But you can't find any sign of it anywhere online or offline—and you definitely had physical evidence.

You'd stayed up all night last night searching for a single trace of the game and fandom you'd spent years of your life looking toward for comfort and entertainment. You’d looked everywhere.

But it's gone.

All of it.

Everything.

It's impossible.

There has to be an explanation.

Which brings you to your current Isekai theory: Maybe it's not gone— you are. You might be somewhere new where it never existed in the first place.

Either that or your brain is really majorly messed up and created an alarmingly huge chunk of false memories.

.... Actually… How long has Undertale been missing for you?

Has this happened before and you just can't remember it?

You check your search history. Nothing about Undertale before yesterday. Which is definitely strange because you'd been on AO3 looking through Undertale tags two weeks ago. And there's no need to delete your search history when you live alone. Your most recent search history from right before your rabbit hole yesterday is still the same Wikipedia article you remember reading.

Strange.

So Undertale being wiped from the face of the Earth must've happened sometime in the past two weeks.

You check the Google search trends for the words, 'Undertale' and 'Meglovania,' among several other words and phrases more unique to the game and fandom than 'Sans,' and 'Papyrus.' You want to get to the bottom of this, but you're pretty sure those character names won't get you any closer to an answer with how common they are to describe non-Undertale related things.

It's somehow not a surprise to you when search trends show that exactly zero people are looking for the answers you are.

Okay, so that kicks the possibility of finding anyone else who remembers Undertale.

You check search trends for 'alternate reality,' 'alternate universe,' and 'alternate dimension,' and you also open up a separate tab to the Wikipedia article for 'Isekai.'

It seems like there's definitely a good amount of search queries related to each term, but upon further inspection, they're mostly about isekai anime and tv shows like Dr Who.

Not really all that helpful, but maybe when you're not dealing with the real-world issues of dimensional travel you can take a break and watch the ones that seem interesting.

You bookmark a few articles that seem to be about actual science and not sci-fi media, but besides scientific papers and articles misquoting those same scientific papers, you've hit a dead end. You turn your attention towards finding discussion posts or forums on the topic —Maybe something on Reddit?

…..

Okay, nope.

You're not going to have much luck bringing in other people to help you with this unless you're looking to end up institutionalized. Not that there's any shame in that, but you don't think it'd help you much in this particular situation.

Man, you are really hoping for your Isekai theory to ring true. Otherwise, you're SOL with no way of finding out what's going on here. You feel like that guy who had to rewrite all the Beatles songs from memory in that one movie. What was it called? Yesterday?

Not that you think you could reproduce any of the content you remember about Undertale.

No, you definitely couldn't, especially not the game itself. You aren't a one-man game dev team, and the idea of trying to profit off someone else's ideas like that makes you feel slimy. Even if you're in an alternate dimension or if your brain actually came up with everything and created false memories, you couldn't bring yourself to claim what you feel is someone else's intellectual property. You'll just have to quietly remember on your own and create fan-content privately from now on. That thought makes you feel kind of alone…

You push that down and bottle it up for future you to deal with. Right now you need to determine how and why this happened through some gentle research. No need to end up on any government watchlists.

#I wrote this for me but you can read it too #no beta we disappear like W.D. Gaster #skeleton harem I guess #I sent you to another universe where I'll be isolating youand making you think you're clinically insane #so you can have a bunch of skeleton boyfriends. as a treat #Gaster is kind of everybody's dad here ig #absent father? more like a-void-ant father lol #jk thoughbecause Gaster is actually great in this :)#mahalangel og #undertale #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #undertale fanfiction #sans x reader #reader insert #gelatin skeleton #gelatin skeletons in the fridge

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chaos-monkeyy · 2 months

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My latest original smut work, and another one that I had a ton of fun with 😁 I'd love to know what you think!

Trans M / Cis M, Explicit (naturally), a little shy of 4.5k words. SciFi/Fantasy, age difference + military rank difference. Also posted here on AO3 with full tags; no archive warnings apply.

Opening teaser:

“This is callsign: Gremlin, I’m going down, repeat, I’m going down! Can anyone hear me? Need search and rescue, send help, I’m going d—”

His own panicked voice, nearly drowned out by the rattling of his ship as the raging storm tossed him around in the air like a child’s toy, was the last thing Kyl heard before everything cut off in a crunch and the world went black around him.

—

The next thing he heard was a forlorn beeping. Blinking groggily as he came to, Kyl lifted his head and looked around.

The beeping was coming from the console of his one-person scout ship and the world was white now, instead of black. Wincing at the bright glare from the snowscape outside, he squinted through the half-crumpled, tilted canopy while the beeping finally warbled itself into silence.

There was nothing out there. Nothing to see but empty, windswept snow stretching to the horizon, the sun riding high in a pale aqua-blue clear sky. The last flickering lights on the ship’s console died a few seconds after the beeping did. Kyl groaned, the sound coming out as a faint croak.

Well, shit.

After a moment of sitting there with his eyes closed against the bright glare, Kyl took a deep breath and unbuckled his harness. He moved slowly, gingerly, certain he had to be injured and just wasn’t feeling it yet— but, to his surprise and relief, he seemed to be fine. Aside from a few strained muscles, some bruises from his seat harness, and just generally being shaken up by the crash landing, at least.

First things first, then. Take stock. Forcibly pushing away the anxious worry tickling in the back of his mind— why had base gone radio silent on him like that? Had they even heard his call for help? And what the hell was he going to do if they hadn’t?— Kyl wiggled out of his seat and started rummaging through the interior wreckage of his ship.

There wasn’t all that much to search through; he’d headed out on what was supposed to be a routine one-day scouting mission, back by suppertime. He had maybe a day’s worth of water and rations. Two days if he made the supplies stretch. Nowhere near enough to try hiking back to base from this far out, though. Especially not without proper cold weather gear. He didn’t even have a jacket. And where one unexpected, unprecedented, furious storm had hit… Who knew what could come next.

Aside from the food and water, he also had a first aid kit he luckily didn’t need, save for the metallic emergency blanket folded up in the bottom of the kit. Kyl shivered as he repacked the kit minus the blanket, squinting out through the canopy again. Another howling gust of wind buffeted past, swirling up the snow and rocking the downed space craft with ominous creaking sounds. The wind whistled into the cockpit as well, Kyl noted uneasily, cold drafts coming in through the cracked plastiglass canopy and the buckled metal alike.

Well, first rule of survival: stay put if you can. Even if his mayday hadn’t gotten through to base, they had his planned flight path. Someone would find him soon, surely— hopefully— and from what his scans had been showing before the sudden and violent storm had swatted him out of the sky, from what he could see outside… his wrecked ship was probably the only shelter he’d have for kilometers around anyway.

So Kyl found the least drafty corner of the cockpit, wrapped himself tightly up in the emergency blanket, and settled in for what he hoped to hell would be a short wait.

—

It wasn’t exactly short, but it wasn’t too long either, all things considered, before someone did find him.

A little under a day and half after the crash at his best guess, Kyl was jolted out of fitful sleep by a loud banging sound on the outside of his crashed ship. He froze, relief and alarm warring foggily in his brain— what if it wasn’t his people; what if it was someone, or something, else who had found him? They were still exploring this planet, after all— but then a muffled voice called his name.

“Gremlin? Pilot! Answer me, Kyl, burn you!”

Kyl nearly fainted with giddy relief. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.…

#chaosfic #original fiction #smut

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dairy-farmer · 7 months

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genuine question, how was like dc incest ships formed? like how did it all start :0

ooof that stretches back WAYYYYY back to like...the birth of dc comics. i'm no comic historian and i have limited knowledge for the rest of dc aside from batman but based on what i've read and know i'm 99.99% certain that the first ever batcest ship was between bruce and dick. and it became rather infamously known because of this psychologist named fredric wertham who sort of waged a war against comics- remember in like the mid 2000s when parents were clutching their pearls and saying videogames made kids violent?

well this was that, only with comic books and in the 1950-60s. he said comic books were filled with violence and sex and they would make kids violent and engage in sexually promiscuous behavior.

he directly addressed batman and robin's relationship calling it essentialy queercoded. his exact words about their relationship were:

"Several years ago a California psychiatrist pointed out that the Batman stories are psychologically homosexual. Our research confirms this entirely. Only someone ignorant of the fundamentals of psychiatry and of the psychopathology of sex can fail to realize a subtle atmosphere of homoerotism which pervades the adventures of the mature “Batman” and his young friend “Robin.” (p 189)

"Just as ordinary crime comic books contribute to the fixation of violent and hostile patterns by suggesting definite forms for their expression, so the Batman type of story helps to fixate homoerotic tendencies by suggesting the form of an adolescent- with-adult or Ganymede-Zeus type of love-relationship." (p 190)

"Sometimes Batman ends up in bed injured and young Robin is shown sitting next to him. At home they lead an idyllic life...They live in sumptuous quarters, with beautiful flowers in large vases, and have a butler, Alfred. Batman is sometimes shown in a dressing gown. As they sit by the fireplace the young boy sometimes worries about his partner: “Something’s wrong with Bruce. He hasn’t been himself these past few days.” It is like a wish dream of two homosexuals living together." (p 190)

my favorite is this one:

"The Batman type of story may stimulate children to homosexual fantasies, of the nature of which they may be unconscious. In adolescents who realize it they may give added stimulation and reinforcement."

translation:

the goddamn batman is going to make kids GAY

however there is one thing to note about what wertham was getting at: he was outraged that batman and robin were gay- not that they were incestuous. in fact, nowhere in the book does it mention anything about incest but i just ctrl + f searched that so it's possible they COULD have mentioned it, but if they did they didn't call it "incest".

outrage from conservative parents and "proper" communities of course meant they didn't want their kids reading this "filth". internet archive, which has a copy of this book you can read for free if you're interested in the quacky stuff he was trying to argue, has a footnote about the very REAL conseqeunces his publishing of this book had.

it was that "fredric's book and testimony at Senate Hearings within 6 months of his book publiation, was used to ban many comic books and an industry-wide self-censoring to be launched."

this is what led to the Comics Code Authority (1954). below i included a screen shot from wikipedia of a list of the things they censored and banned. you'll be able to note not a single bullet point mentions 'homosexuals' and that's because it fell under the umbrella of "Sex perversion". gay people were percieved as sexual predators by default then and still today they're viewed that way, though the conversation has shifted more towards pointing fingers at drag queens and trans people.

batcest has a pretty deep history and i could go on about how adam west and burt ward's flamboyant portrayal of batman only fanned the flames of the whole 'batman and robin are gay' thing but i think this small batman history lesson was enough.

even though the Comics Code Authority is no longer a thing, getting dissolved in 2011, i think you can still see the little threads of influence that remain and the fact that many of the writers and artists really don't have full creative freedom and control over the character they're writing for.

which is a shame. an enviornment where creativity isn't allowed to thrive is not an enviornment where it will survive.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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