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#back in the fandom after like three years
heiznx · 2 days
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BETRAYALS
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∗༝*◦✦ meeting him in shakkei pavilion.
BEFORE READING, this includes wanderer’s backstory, added scenes, removed scenes, and the timeline would be confusing.
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You were not a god.
You played the game and had your heart flutter, break, and be stolen by many characters; the lack of romantic content would send you to your fantasies filled with what-ifs and imaginations of how characters would act if you do this or do that.
At your first arrival, you were confused about where you were, so what if you played the game? The game was not realistic, it was a 3D game with drawn or modeled items, and when you saw everything, it wasn’t the same as the game.
The difference was huge and so was the troubled feeling in your heart.
Almost everything was handed to you when you started walking around the place; the river was incredibly clean to drink on, the trees always have something to give, and the abandoned places have fabrics to give you.
Still, it’s not that you can actually feel safe in this place, not when everything was not as ‘modern’ as your world was, and you never knew how you had come to transport in this kind of place in the first place.
It was only when you stumbled upon a domain at night, the marbled structure with a symbol of three pointed sides, glowing together with the nearby plants that you don’t recall the name of because it was the least of your worries.
Genshin Impact.
You read works like that fandom, can’t say that you were as dedicated as the rest were, but you knew a few, because you tried to study the characters due to their appearance or their interesting personalities.
Alternative universes, and you were transmigrated like that? Unbelievable. You don’t have the power that those alternative universes have in which you were the god, and you didn’t have anything special; you weren’t aether or lumine, you were just you.
Tired, you sat by the tree and hugged your knees to your chest while using the fabrics you found as a way to keep yourself warm; you didn’t feel hopeful. You had no information about where exactly in Teyvat you were, what year, or who were the trustworthy people currently alive.
Frustrated to be away from the place you were used to and comfortable, tears stung your eyes, prompting you to place your palms over them as if you’re trying to shove the liquid back in your eyes—it worked though.
You shed a few tears, only a few, and the glowing light was a comforting feeling to you; it’s only been a day and you can’t help but wish to see a few people that was known in the game so they could be your source of comfort or the reason for you to know where to start.
How could you rest in an unfamiliar place? You closed your eyes, your tears piling up again even if you thought that your mind no longer had thoughts. You pulled the fabrics closer to your body and you tried to rest.
It’s too cold.
The domain couldn’t be too dangerous, you assumed, because in the game you have to turn on the mechanic to summon the monsters, and you could use the warmth of the place—it was not like you were in Dragonspine after all.
You looked up and held on the domain doors, pushing it open to have yourself be comforted by the light, but dread filled your body when someone was actually in the domain; you never encountered anyone yet in your travels, animals, sure, but not humans or monsters.
The person had a purple cloak, white clothing, purple hair and—you recognize him; this was not a person, but the puppet of the Shogun. The character you cried over was just a few meters away from you.
It was canon that he was pretty, he was described to be.
Your heart clenched as you saw him, laying in the middle of the domain that looked like it was taken from a place in Inazuma and shut locked in the domain, like a garden inside a bottle—as far as you know, he had no idea it was a domain.
Even if the trees were pretty and the view was a sight for sore eyes, you can’t help but tear up again; out of all the people you had to see first, it had to be the character your heart broke for so many times.
You now know the year it took place and where you were, and it did not ease the pain in your heart to know he could’ve been here for who knows how long, but you had to wipe your tears.
You wanted to help him, but what can you do? Not even you were from the world, no one knows you here, and you weren’t any different from him. You also didn’t want to change his future, because what if he doesn’t meet Lessor Lord Kusinali?
“Scara—” you said but your mouth clammed.
He has no name yet.
The puppet, however, turned to you, his face of curiosity and yours teary but you smiled regardless. At least you can take him out of the domain earlier than a certain samurai would, but you never knew the details.
You held the worn out fabric close to yourself, the scenery inside the domain being warmer than outside. You’re not sure what to say as you hesitated to even come near him; you can’t just give him a hug out of nowhere no matter how your heart breaks at his innocent stare.
“I’m sorry…” you whispered. “I did not know you were here and it was just cold outside.”
Your cheeks felt warm, embarrassed, and you’re not even sure if the puppet right now can even talk to you or understand your words because he was someone that wasn’t given a name before he was discarded.
Even your reason felt stupid, you sounded like you were invading someone’s home when it was a domain that anyone can walk in and walk out of—or can they?
You looked back and didn’t see the domain door and your heart dropped. This was the kind of domain without exit until you finish what is at the end of the domain, and you don’t remember what was inside this domain because it has been so long.
“Are you okay?”
Your heart nearly fluttered because this was someone who was now a blunt and not really soft-spoken person in the game, so hearing this tone on the character felt different, uncomfortably different.
“Oh, yes, uhm…” you said, stuttering your words a little before you hesitantly approached. “I… I’m sorry, but do you know what’s inside this place?”
To your observation though, he looked interested and flustered at the same time; you felt bad, because it was most likely because you were the first person he talked to ever since Ei left him there.
You nodded and then he replied, “Nothing…”
“Nothing?” your anxiety paused for a moment because you were bewildered, and he just nodded at you.
If there was nothing inside, then why was he still here? He could’ve gotten out on his own—unless he didn’t know how to get out in the first place or did he not know it was even possible?
“I… I see,” you muttered. “Hey… uhm… I’ll trust you since you said there was nothing…”
What else are you supposed to say? You can’t reveal anything from the game because it could affect the future, you thought of it like that as if you didn’t change the future by being the first person to meet him, and now you were going to attempt exiting the domain.
You felt a little stiff as you smiled at him and waved, the redness of the spot beneath your eyes and nose worrying him for some reason, because he never saw a human before, a human like you, at least.
He followed you, and you didn’t feel uncomfortable with him following you, except for the fact that he was following you—makes sense?
If you did find the exit, he would leave early too and you’ll destroy the timeline hours after you just arrived in Teyvat. You weren’t confident that you could give him a better life than what was ahead of him because you did not pay attention to details.
However, you do know that you can teach him to properly deal with his pain and emotions when the time comes, but you weren’t someone who graduated at psychology or anything that involves mental health; you’re just someone who observes.
“What are you doing?”
You can never get used to his tone, but he watches you slide the doors to the side or push them open in an attempt to find the exit, and he even follows you down the ladders and such.
“Investigating…?” you said but it sounded like a question, even the puppet was confused about your words, and you felt like you were going to flush again. “I’m just looking.”
You didn’t want to say you wanted to leave, because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, you were probably—are—the first person he had ever met, and if you feel like if you found the exit, you wouldn’t be able to leave him without the shame and guilt building over you.
“I’ll go investigate with you,” he said and you felt something punch you in the gut by how innocent and soft-spoken he was. “I’ll help you.”
You smiled a little and then you turned around to continue walking.
In just a minute, you realized the puppet had no idea what investigating actually was and he was pushing and sliding doors open as you were earlier, in a way, what he was doing was right, but he looked endearing like that.
Endearing—the thought made your heart break again for the nth time. This person near you was someone who made you cry for days because you hoped his life would be better, because you felt like you understood his pain even if you hadn’t experienced it in the way he did.
You helped look around for exits, and you often look at drawers as well. You found a few mora and then when he noticed you were keeping circular gold coins, he started giving you the same looking coins whenever he sees one; it felt like you were robbing the place.
“Thank you, Kabu—” you clammed your mouth again. “Just… thank you.”
Clearly, as someone who never really had a social life, the puppet didn’t know how to respond to you, and your heart softened immensely. You continued, “The response usually is… ‘you are welcome’ or ‘you’re welcome’... It also can be ‘no problem’ if you weren’t burdened by what you were doing or ‘I’m happy to help’.”
“You’re welcome.”
Your heart warmed up, but then you realized that the reason why the puppet responded that way is because he probably can’t distinguish his own feelings right now; he had no lessons about his feelings and most likely didn’t know if he felt burdened by helping you or if he was happy to help.
You felt like going on your knees, crying and groveling in pain, because you messed up with him each time you opened your mouth to say something.
In the end, the last place you two checked just had to be the exit; you never tried to open it but it was the last door there, so it could be it for real, but you can’t find yourself to open it with the puppet in your presence.
“I realized you were looking for doors,” the puppet says. “Are you leaving?”
You don’t understand why he said leaving as if he didn’t plan to leave himself. You looked at him and whispered, “I really liked your company, even if I want you to come with me, I can’t do anything for you out there… I don’t know what will be out there, and I can’t help you…”
It was painful that you had to make the decision for the both of you, because you can’t trust the puppet, who barely had any interactions or say at the start of his life, make a decision; it was like he was a child in your eyes.
“You don’t know what’s out there?” he asked, his head tilting to look at you and your expression; he noticed that the redness of your eyes and nose disappeared. “How did you find me?”
“I wasn’t really looking for you, I was looking for a place to stay because it’s cold outside,” you said before you realized that barely hours had passed so it could still be cold outside. “I… you won't happen to be bothered if I stay, do you?”
“Can I… know more about you?”
He is so cute, once again, you want to grovel and cry about what he was going to go through and the fact you could do something about it but you didn’t want to because you weren’t confident enough to give him a better life.
You nodded before you sat down near the exit, leaning your back on the wall. You smiled at him and then pats the space beside you, at least, you want to try being beside a character you deeply adored.
Perhaps he felt some connection with you.
The puppet asked about your life and the basic information you know about Teyvat; he felt something he couldn’t point out when you told him that you don’t know anyone outside, it’s as if you two are new to the world, but you were human, no?
He doesn’t understand how you don’t know anyone and no one knows you, certainly, you’ve been outside longer than he was.
You had to pretend that you’ve been sheltered and it’s your first time going outside, which was, in a way in your modern life, true; you were quite introverted. He sensed a connection there.
He suddenly claims that he wants to go outside with you; he wants to experience what it is like outside too, with you, who he felt a connection with—someone he could relate to—someone he thinks he can trust, even if he wasn’t familiar with that concept yet.
You tried to explain to him that it won’t be easy, but he still wants to be with you still, you two are exploring the world for the first time, and he likes that thought.
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You didn’t try to give him a name, even as he held your hand when you two left the domain after you took a nap to see that the sun was rising.
It wasn’t inevitable, when you entered that domain, you could’ve steeled your heart to go through everything and then leave him, but you couldn’t just ignore him, because for you, he was human.
He wanders around a lot, had you not been holding his hand, you would’ve lost him already, but you did let go of his hand and let him explore, just hoping he would scream if he ever encountered anything—not that you can save him though, but will save him.
You looked at the domain, trying to remember where Tatarasuna was. Maybe, just maybe, if he’s not too attached, you can safely leave him with the first person that ever found him: Kisaragi.
Tatarasuna was near a domain, but this domain, what domain is it? You don’t even remember. If Kisaragi found the puppet, then Tatarasuna must be nearby, no?
You look back to see that if you squint, you can see Seirai Island. You really must be near Tatarasuna, if you keep walking, you’re bound to find it—or if you wait Kisaragi might come by the domain and find you two.
You kneel away from the water and drop all the currency from the pouch; Mora was something you had a lot of in the game before you started leveling up a lot of characters just because you like them.
It can barely be used for food. You barely had 50 Mora with you.
The puppet watches you curiously and he comes back and kneels down beside you, wondering about your expression as your finger circles around the coin, refusing to acknowledge that you barely have money to go on.
You look at the puppet, prompting him to look at you. He’s so pretty and so carefree since he barely knows anything yet, and you didn’t want to teach him about poverty so early.
“Did you finish looking around?” you ask as you gather the coins and put them back in the pouch, and the pouch didn’t have some sort of void so you can feel its weight.
He nodded and you smiled at him; it won’t be easy to decide his future. You didn’t want to change his life in the game you were in, but you also didn’t want him to go down the road he did.
“Come on…” you stood up and offered your hand to him, hopefully, you would spot chests or eggs to cook. “Let’s look for a place to stay, but if we can’t… we might have to go back here and then look around again.”
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THIS IS HEIZNX, IF YOU NEED TO BE MEAN BE MEAN TO ME :((( this is spoiler for the future chapters, ngl i want to put them in one but for some reason i limit myself to 2-3k words per post. im so not over his backstory even though i havent played it yet like i dont wanna break my heart
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h50europe · 3 days
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When one side of the fandom lies bleeding while the other one is thriving or how I learned about fandom wars the hard way
This is a message from someone whose beloved ship rests forever in the depths of the ocean.
We had high hopes. It looked like our ship was afloat and ready to explore the seven seas for three seasons. Then, the show got a new showrunner who was very homophobic, and from that point on, the show and our favorite ship went downhill. Even though I'd been in different fandoms for about fifteen years and should have known better, I let myself get caught up in an unprecedented fandom war. Those who favored the Het couple were attacking one half of our ship, not just his character but the actor. Don't think they don't know what's going on just because an actor isn't on social media. We knew some crew members and learned that everyone knew about this fandom war.
The whole thing escalated until the show's final episode, which came to a more than undignified end after ten years. Knowing what he was doing, the showrunner wrote an ending that damaged the show and destroyed our ship. It was bad. There were words like, "Now we're dancing on your grave," and much worse. I was mentally at the end of my rope at that point. Then, the sets were immediately dismantled after the last scene was shot. It's something that happens very rarely when a show reaches some cult status. Our ship didn't even do a joint farewell interview for the fans because the actors left the set quickly and never looked back.
Why am I telling you this? Because I've learned to observe things from a certain distance.
We are fans of the same show but have different priorities and ships. As a multi-shipper, it's easier, I'd say. But those who are running amok right now because their ship is staying in the harbor while another is sailing away with flying colors brings back extremely unpleasant memories to me. But the same goes for those who are just as happy about what's happening and are starting to lose their grip. Please take it from someone badly burned: This is not a competition. This is not me winning and you losing. It's deceptive to think you're on the winning side and make fun of others for it. The tide can turn. We don't know what the showrunner has in mind. We don't even know that season eight might not be the last. Take what we have right now and be thankful for it. Enjoy it while it lasts. But don't be tempted to point fingers and mock others or say, "Your ship will never be canon. Mine already is. Your ship is crap. Mine is better." Also, do not be fooled by the fact that the haters in the fandom are a small group of people who only appear to be many because of their vocality and because some are playing the old sock puppet account game again to make it look like they are many.
I can only tell you from experience that we should treat each other respectfully. Not every Buddie fan is an enemy. Unfortunately, I also see another phenomenon that is becoming more and more common. Fans barely dare to post anything for fear of the crazies in the fandom (which unfortunately exist on both sides). Fans who have nothing to do with a fandom war want to have fun. And if they have a ship, they just want to interact with like-minded people. Which - especially on X - seems to turn into a gauntlet. Because suddenly, Your Rudeness sneaks into the conversation and starts pissing on the timeline. For clowns like this, the block button still works. Getting involved in any discussion is pointless. I also had to pay dearly for this realization.
"Never wrestle with a pig because you'll both get dirty, and the pig likes it." - Positive energy is much more powerful than negative energy. If you stay positive, negativity can't touch you. Oh, and I've wrestled a lot of pigs. Other than excessive blood pressure, gastritis, and countless sleepless nights, it didn't do me any good.
Stop participating in dick-measuring contests. Stop bragging about your favorite ship and how the others are nothing but losers. Stop saying we won because we didn't. Again, this is not a contest. We are on equal footing, and we can all coexist in peace. There is plenty of room. For everyone, for every ship, for every fan. Oliver made a single statement for those unhappy with Buck's journey and his current travel companion. He dropped it for good. And I couldn't agree more with the message and how he did it.
Of course, we would like to see more of our ship. Of course, we want the actors to have a relationship storyline to sink their teeth into, and hopefully, we get to see some domestic stuff and some hot scenes. But so far, that is fanon and not canon. So far, there is usually more going on off-screen than we see. We can only hope that this will change. Those who call themselves open-minded and tolerant while going on a witch hunt should think twice about what those words mean, and they should live them and not just throw shallow phrases around.
My wish for the future of this fandom is that it becomes a safe place. Safe as in a h*te-free zone. A place where no one has to be afraid to speak their mind. And a place where you can express (constructive) criticism without getting a shitstorm. Peace out.
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thosewildcharms · 3 days
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Hi, do you have any headcanons about Rick with RJ and Judith after TOWL?
sure! most of these are about the grimes family as a whole because michonne is the beating heart of the family yk!!
under a read more because apparently i had more to say than i realized (shocking). some of these are copied from previous posts!
antony azor who plays rj is apparently very shy and reserved but opened up unexpectedly with andrew lincoln and so obviously this is also exactly what happened with rick and rj. father and son bonded INSTANTLY
part of this is because rj (like antony) is very shy and reserved and rick gets that and so they can just be quiet together and still feel like they're bonding. as rj gets older, whenever he needs to think something through he asks rick if they can do some sort of project together, and through that he works through whatever he has going on.
his first night back, judith asks rick to finish reading the wizard of oz to her because he never got a chance to. it takes a good five minutes for him to compose himself but she does finally get the full story from her dad. michonne and rj join them because they both love hearing stories the most when rick is the one telling them.
I think rick definitely got back into farming post towl since that is his ~zen place. judith and rj have the idea to grow flowers for michonne, and the three of them plant her a small private garden as a surprise. they even build her a little bench to sit on and everything. after it's finished they have all their family picnics there :')
I think this is less my personal headcanon and more a collective fandom headcanon but rick DEFINITELY does call rj "junior" and he is the ONLY one allowed to do so. If anyone else tries they get the rick grimes head tilt and squint from both of them.
they as a whole family have all kinds of Secret Family Things (like the code names for security shoto/daito/brave man/little brave man). for example they have a family whistle that has different variants for different ~situations. it's kinda silly but they all get very into it and take it very seriously!
speaking of family rituals, family dinner is REALLY important to them!!! I'm always thinking about that one dinner scene in early season 9 where michonne, judith and rj are quietly/sadly sitting in that dark dining room with that empty chair where rick is supposed to be. NOW their kitchen is bright and loud and cheerful and they all cook together and use herbs and spices from their family garden :')))
during the week or so leading up to judith and rj's respective birthdays, Rick gives them each a gift for each year he missed. like an advent calendar of missed birthdays. Idk what he gets them exactly but rick king-of-gift-giving grimes would figure something out. michonne helps out a lot by filling him on the things they both enjoyed throughout their childhoods
(he does the same for michonne btw. a gift for every year he missed. they never cared about birthdays before but he's still making certain things up to her)
now that rick and michonne are back together they find it much easier to talk about all the people they lost. judith and rj's favorite stories are the ones about their brothers, carl and andre.
i love the idea of scene very similar to the one in towl 1x05 where richonne get mugged only to turn the situation around in .5 seconds only this time it's the whole family being badass and intimidating to a stranger who thought they could try it
as we know from towl, rick and michonne are fucking insane :') but eventually they realize judith and rj out-crazy both of them combined (much like carl did, rip king) and they are EXTREMELY proud :')
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Late Night Hot Chocolate Remedies
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Title: Late Night Hot Chocolate Remedies
Fandom: X-Men
Disclaimer: All Rights reserved to the creator(s) of X-men. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine.
Tags: Fluff, Comfort/No Hurt, Jubilee Needs a Hug, Jubilee Gets a Hug
Main Pairing: Remy LeBeau (Gambit) & Jubilation Lee (Jubilee)
X-Men Characters: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Jubilation Lee (Jubilee)
Summary:
“Do you need a hug? Do you want a hug?” He asked her, the water filling the mugs quickly as he turned back to make sure they didn’t overflow. Jubilee took the small moment to wonder; did she need a hug? Did she want one? The answer was yes. She would love a hug at the moment, but Gambit was doing something.
“Yes please,” She answered in spite of what her thoughts told her. She wasn’t a burden, not here, and not with Gambit. She knew that, so she answered, though her voice was quieter than it normally would have been. The water was turned off and the mugs set to the side as Gambit walked back towards her, arms open. Jubilee quickly jumped up and ran into his arms. She relaxed as they enclosed around her, and her eyes fell closed for a moment.
It took Gambit rubbing her back and gently beginning to sway, rock, them for her to realize that she had started to cry too.
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Jubilee startled awake, a gasp punching out of her chest hard enough that it hurt. There were tears running down her face and her hands were sparking lightly. A deep breath, as deep as she could manage at least as she tried to not cry, her hands coming up to rub her eyes. She didn’t remember what the nightmare was about, but the fear she felt was immense.
“I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay,” Jubilee repeated to herself as she pushed herself up, only once she trusted that her mutation wasn’t going to fry her blanket or the sheets. Her heart was still thudding rapidly, and her mind was stuck on the fear that she felt. And her throat felt dry. There was currently only one thing she could fix about that situation.
“I’m okay. Come on, get a grip on yourself.” Jubilee sighed, swinging her legs and standing up. She needed a glass of water. She walked towards the door, rubbing her eyes as she stepped out into the hallway, mentally repeating that she was safe at the X-Men mansion.
She walked down the hall and down two flights of stairs, really the size of the place was ridiculous some days. Others, well, on the others she was glad for the space when she just needed to be alone. Being an X-Men was hard, never mind the fact she was nearly sixteen. She wasn’t even an adult like the rest of them, and sometimes… sometimes she felt alone, and like no one understood where she was coming from.
She sighed as she made it to the kitchen, the chill of the winter air finally getting into the mansion and settling. Maybe she should invest in some warmer pajamas, but that was a worry for later. For right now she just wanted a glass of water. She walked into the kitchen, not even bothering to find a light. She was pretty good at memorizing where everything was after nearly three years of living here.
“Petite?” Jubilee jumped, spinning to find Gambit sitting at the kitchen table. There was obvious concern in his voice. Her heart pounded even harder than it had been originally, still feeling the fear from her nightmare, although it was much less than when she woke up.
“Gambit! You scared me!” Jubilee exclaimed, her hand moving from where it had subconsciously jumped up, as if to stop her heart from jumping from her chest. Jubilee quickly found the light above the stove, which should have been an indicator someone was in there, since some of the X-Men don’t like the light when in the kitchen at night.
“Sorry, petite, Gambit didn’t mean to startle ya,” Gambit winced, apologizing. Jubilee took a moment to breathe as she processed that Gambit sounded awake. He’d been awake for hours if she had to guess, which was unusual. “What are you doing awake, chère?”
“Could ask the same of you.” Jubilee responded, but she knew that he would never answer why he was awake, but expected her to answer anyway. “But I had a nightmare, needed a glass of water.” Gambit’s face twisted into understanding.
“Do you need water, or would you like hot chocolate?” Jubilee stared at him in confusion, a tilt of her head indicating that she was confused. “Whenever I have nightmares, I typically drink Hot Chocolate, when I have the option of doing so, if you know what I mean.” Gambit laughed lightly, even though nothing he said had been funny. It was a non-humorous laugh.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Jubilee answered anyway, “But…” She spied the mug that was sitting in front of Gambit and had a suspicion. “Yeah, I would like some hot chocolate.” She wrapped her arms around herself a little as Gambit smiled and motioned for her to sit down.
“Let me, chère.” He offered, and Jubilee took it without hesitation. She sat at the table, near to where Gambit had been previously sitting, and she watched as Gambit moved around the kitchen, jokingly hissing at the light which got a quiet giggle out of Jubilee.
“What was yours about?” Jubilee asked, watching as he grabbed a mug and a hot chocolate packet, and a second one for himself she assumed. Gambit paused, tilting his head for a few moments, as if lost in thought, before shaking it and offering her a smile. It was smaller than before, and a little shaky.
“Nothing for you to worry about, petite.” He answered, “Gambit’s nightmares are for him alone, however, would you like to talk about yours?” Jubilee made a face as Gambit turned back to focus on what he was doing. She crossed her arms over the table and rested her head on top of them as she watched him, it was helping calm her down she realized.
“I don’t actually remember the nightmare itself,” Jubilee answered, “but it scared me really bad. Had to wait several minutes to trust I wouldn't accidentally fry my blanket if I touched it.” Jubilee sighed, her fingers twitching at the reminder. “I was just so scared.” Gambit slowed before turning towards Jubilee and just staring at her for a moment.
“Do you need a hug? Do you want a hug?” He asked her, the water filling the mugs quickly as he turned back to make sure they didn’t overflow. Jubilee took the small moment to wonder; did she need a hug? Did she want one? The answer was yes. She would love a hug at the moment, but Gambit was doing something.
“Yes please,” She answered in spite of what her thoughts told her. She wasn’t a burden, not here, and not with Gambit. She knew that, so she answered, though her voice was quieter than it normally would have been. The water was turned off and the mugs set to the side as Gambit walked back towards her, arms open. Jubilee quickly jumped up and ran into his arms. She relaxed as they enclosed around her, and her eyes fell closed for a moment.
It took Gambit rubbing her back and gently beginning to sway, rock, them for her to realize that she had started to cry too.
“I’m sorry, I-”
“Why are you sorry, petite?” Gambit asked her when her voice failed her.
“I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“That’s alright, chère,” Gambit murmured. “It’s perfectly okay to cry. Healthy even.” Jubilee didn’t deign that with a response, just holding tighter to Gambit as she finally let the dam break. She didn’t even realize that there had been a dam in the first place.
All throughout it, Gambit just held her, the mugs of water slowly growing colder in the freezing air. He made a mental note to look into getting more hoodies or sweatshirts, to carry one at night just in case, because Jubilee was shaking. He wasn’t entirely sure that it was just because she was crying.
After a while, neither were quite sure how long it was, Jubilee pulled back, rubbing at her eyes as she finally felt calm. Gambit checked on her, gently cupping her face and helping to wipe away the tears.
“Better?” Gambit asked her, searching her eyes with his one as she answered him.
“Much.”
“Bien,” Gambit smiled at her comfortingly. “You still want Hot Chocolate?” Gambit asked, “they are a perfect late night remedy, especially after nightmares or crying.” Jubilee snorted, nodding slightly as Gambit slowly released her. He was not going to force her to move if she was not ready too, though he had nothing to worry about as she moved to sit down again, her arms wrapping around herself. This time Gambit was sure it was because she was cold and not because she was fearful and trying to hide it.
Jubilee watched Gambit move around the kitchen again, and smiled thankfully as Gambit set a mug of Hot Chocolate in front of her. She had missed the microwave beeping, apparently, she noted as she saw Gambit’s own mug currently in the microwave. Crying really does just take the energy out of people.
“Drink.” He pointed at her, “it’s no good cold.” Jubilee snorted again, picking the cup up with both hands and letting herself just feel the warmth seep into her hands. It was almost unbearable, but she was able to take a sip. The warmth that spread through her was worth the almost burning feel of her hands.
Gambit soon joined her at the table again, with silence falling over the kitchen once more. Time was passing, but Jubilee wasn’t exactly paying attention, just sipping on her Hot Chocolate as she sat in company with Gambit. Neither felt the need to fill the silence, some internal demons just needed the company of others.
Jubilee hadn’t even realized she had finished her Hot Chocolate until Gambit gently took the mug from her hands, and she blinked tiredly as she watched Gambit set both mugs in the sink.
“Come on, petite, let’s get us back up to bed, oui?” Gambit asked, and Jubilee nodded as she got up from the table. Gambit turned the stove light off and the two of them quietly left the kitchen, with Jubilee leaning against Gambit.
She barely noticed herself stumbling, but Gambit did. It was a split second decision, but he scooped her up into her arms, which she barely noticed as her head rested on his shoulder. She was out before they got up the first flight of stairs. But Gambit didn’t mind, and simply carried her to her room, and very carefully pushed the door open and settled her back in her bed. He kissed her forehead before tucking her in carefully.
He smiled to himself as he slipped from her room, shutting the door behind him and making his way back to his and Rogue’s shared room.
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elisedonut · 11 months
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Me posting every silly little Percy thought that pops in my head because I know in three years I'll come back and look at them like this:
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I've been into fandom stuff for a long time but a few years ago decided to be more active in fandoms I like and even now looking at those old posts and accounts makes my very happy like I still have posts on fb from when I was like 14 talking about vocaloid and its just what i imagine reading a diary is like when you were actually happy with your life it's a nice feeling and I recommend everyone to do it
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3, 16 and 20 for loving fandom asks! 😊
3. a character that fandom has helped u appreciate
wen kexing from the novels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also zzs from the novels and zzs from the show and wkx from the show but this isnt!!! about them!!!
16. a tiny detail in canon that u want more people to appreciate
we talked about this before but i really like how rise of phoenixes handles the crossdressing trope. quippe quest mentions this in their videos at some point i think; feng zhiwei is allowed to actually look like a man when she dresses up as a man, and the additional layer her crossdressing shenanigans add to the exploration of her arc that ends in her being completely stripped from all she has at the beginning (agency, autonomy, freedom, value) is all the more gutpunching. i look at her being all unrestrained (as a person) when she dresses up, moving around freely and doing what she wants (as per her nature), and then i look at who she is forced to become once the emperor finds out about it and it gets public. its honestly horrible, like a horror movie (feng zhiwei fmv horror edit?). so the maturity and nuance with which they approach and utilize it is smth i wish would be talked about more, if only because its so dear to me personally and i think everyone should talk about it all the time
,,,, ,,, actually this probably doesnt really count as a tiny detail //w// , ,, i thought of it because theyre so casual with it in canon!!! though feng zhiwei‘s ~real gender~TM is a plot point, the show doesnt really make a fuss around the crossdressing in itself (compared to how other stories usually handle it). so i thought of it as tiny and a detail even though its not really tiny, and its more the attention to detail that i would like for everyone to appreciate forever.
HERE IS AN ALTERNATIVE ANSWER: zhiwei‘s long ass hair that she takes down at the end of the forst day at the academy when sits in the window just before going to bed . everyone is talking about ning yi‘s hair but!!!! what about hers!!!!! its literally right there!!!! its such a beautiful scene, she looks so good. and i think its the only time she ever takes down her hair where we see it right? right? it doesnt happen at all at any other point :) surely :). so beautiful when u can take down your hair of your own volution in a world where taking your hair down signifies vulnerability and can unmask you as a woman! :) :):):) great scene where zhiwei is in full control of her fate and pursues her happiness and taking her hair down in the privacy of her room, with only gu nanyi to see, is such a big show of trust (in him) and faith (in her future) :) im fine why do u ask
20. your very first fandom
oh this is a mean pick!!!!!! me having like a hole in my head etc!!!!! but one of my earliest beloveds media that i could count as me entering a fandom of any kind is the donald duck franchise. dont really have a better name for it. i could call it the Mickey Mouse Franchise but that would be A Lie. mickey mouse has nothing to do with it at all! i had fan magazines and would dress up as phantomias and would spent time reading comics with my friends and brother and i would annoy literal strangers into lending me their comics if i so much as sniffed out that they had a collection at home. i also drew and wrote fanart and fanfic, though i never finished anything, my aspirations were too high for my fragile constitution also known as patience and stamina TvT. smth thats STILL a problem tbh. i cant write short stuff yet keeping it up for so long is Hard. anywhomst. i remember looking at the pictures before i learned to read and making up the story in my head so this being my first fandom might not be that far off!!!!!!
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sysig · 6 months
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I'm almost finished with this notebook with it's horrible paper, and I just finished the first page of my Big Project
#Oh yeah - it's all coming together#Hgggg I am so sick of this notebook! It's wack as fuck!#It has made editing a Chore for the past eight months >:0 Not fun or meditative At All#Even worse is that the paper feels good to draw on but the cleanup is just! Awful!#I've just been completely ignoring my non-lined homemade notebook because it feels bad to draw on lol#The rest of the doodles for this year - yes that's how far the queue is backlogged rn lol - are still on that paper#But at least I'm like ><this close to being done with it ugh#I've got two blank pages and then like three half-doodled on pages that I'm planning to just knock out#It looks so weird 'cause the pages are all out of order lol - the first page was in March and the last in November#But like the next page after the first is /also/ November lol#Like it's largely in chronological order but it jumps around quite a lot! It was an interesting experiment#I also think it's funny since the first page got some fandom stuff that didn't come back around until now but it Looks chronological lol#I think I'll do it again but with some modifications - if I run out of steam/interest/motivation then I can fill it in however I want#Keeping it on-theme is fun but I find myself pushing ideas when I don't actually have any :P That's no good#It's not Always bad - I like quite a few of my spacefiller ideas! But if anything that just proves that finishing things out to make room-#Well like I said it was fun lol#And! As stated! I finished the first page of my big behind-the-scenes project! >:3c#Man I haven't worked on a comic proper-like in uhhhhh#It's gotta be at least five years lol geez#It's been a weird rhythm to try to fall into lol I'm Way out of practice - but it's nice to see it come together!#Lotta steps to get it into the shape I want - hard to sustain - but slowly and surely I've got this one :)#It'll be good to finally have it Out haha
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theinfinitedivides · 6 months
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said a prayer for Jjong today.
#shinee#jonghyun#idk i don't usually yk. do things like that for people that have passed but it's been six years and it felt fitting somehow#six years ago i was what. 12 about to turn 13???? had already been to a fair bit of funerals but the only ones that had hit me before#this one were the pianist at our church who passed away suddenly from a heart attack and the regional club leader who had cancer#for like three years and passed just as the doctors thought she would go into remission#and those both happened around October/November so. going into the winter season has always been hard for me and Jjong#was no different.#it's gotten better slowly but it still hurts sometimes. some days i wake up and i can't even look at any of his pictures other days#i get up and put his albums on loop and laugh and reblog so many of his antics#it's funny bc when my aunt passed on New Year's in 2019 it was exactly two weeks after the 1st anniversary date rolled around. always has#been but i never noticed until we lost her and we had to go down for the funeral and i basically disappeared off the internet for a good#two to four months sans queue and checking in on Discord and sh*t and that year he managed to keep me sane. sounds f*cked up#but that year it was just me and Spotify and my playlists and Jjong's voice amid it all. i wish i could meet him and tell him in person#that he practically saved my life even tho the fandom was still raw af from losing him but the prayer will have to be enough#you did well Jjong. you worked so hard. you are our pride. love you to the moon and back 🌒🌙 <333
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sovamurka · 9 months
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Not me suddenly feeling the urge to make a second Bayana playlist on yt.
#not when I have zoya/tamara and meteora playlists in plans#🤡🤡🤡#BUT YOU KNOW WHAT. THERE'S NOT THAT MUCH CONTENT FOR BAYANA NOWADAYS. SO I WILL DO IT ANYWAY-#hm. maybe I'll even try do fanart...#damn. I wish fandom was as active as two-three years ago. I would probably try to push 'bayana week/month' idea.#and well...#you know. It's kinda funny that bubble comics basically created a wicked loop for me.#when I get tired of besoboi I move to pd. when I get tired of pd I move to meteora and realmwalkers.#when I get tired of them I get to exlibrium and allies and all of the other underrated bubble lines.#and then I move back to besoboi again.#this way I never actually get tired of my involvement in any of them.#it's basically a scheme of avoiding burnout for creators: move to another thing. do something different. and then come back.#maybe that's why I kinda lost my exlibrium focus and started doing besoboi stuff again.#pd is a different issue. my interest just faded away little by little and then I had a 'VORONTSOVA CAME BACK AS A WRITER' jumpscare.#maybe it's because I got kinda tired of Kim writing several arcs in a row. maybe it's because I started feeling that Lera was sidelined.#and as soon as it changed I just felt my energy boost rise up =D#anyway... I will include songs that were added to my bayana playlist after I posted the first one.#and maybe I'll add čudna ili čudesna to it ajahajsjk#in this case I'll probably add rus subtitles just because I feel like I can.#I hope silente will not give me a strike for using their song like smeshariki did.#although smeshariki case was my fault. I forgot I can't use songs from children's tv shows...
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why r u so mad about ppl preferring ten x madame de pompadour to ten x martha like ten/martha will never be a thing. ten don’t want anything to do with martha. he literally said to her face she wouldn’t replace rose… and she never did… isnt canon enough for you
hm.
im glad im only a scorpio on this alone. if martha deserved better than ten then so do all of em but anyway:
this ask is giving 2006/07 i dont want to see tenth doctor in a romantic relationship with a person of color because i can't project myself or relate to them if they arent the very thing being catered to me ever since the silent pictures vibes. u know the same vibe when rtd was told to not regenerate 14 in 13's clothes. just. Ick.
but im not mad. its just interesting for a ship so big as tenrose, it is usually correlated with hating madame de pompadour and/or joan and/or river [though in joan's case they hate her not because shes racist but because shes not rose]
though comics tend to release to combat that in multi doctor stories where they jump through various alternate universes of themselves where the doctor sees themselves settled down with dr. grace holloway (for 8th dr multi doctor stories) and professor melody williams/river song (for 11th dr multi doctor stories) where in those cases, they are frightful of the concept settling down at all. [take note that both times, he settles down in the same house that he owns bc of that unit paycheck on the dl] so i am curious that with this new drs, the equivalent of this would be 13 14 15 being terrified of settling down with rose because they had grown past her as this point.
i prefer the doctor in a polyromantic ace relationship than their umpteenth 🌟tragic heteronormative romance with yt human woman number 23445788764443356743🌟 i want 14 to sweep martha off her feet in pure joy and kiss her passionately while badmouthing tf out of 10 like 9 11 12 13 do with no filter before cradling her like a baby because hes about to crumble under his brand new identity complex and then take her kid to an amusement park and then 14 trips over a brick and dies. hell i rather have nina sosanya play a whole different lady in nod to doctor who recycles their actors trope as a way to introduce a love interest to 14
that amusment park one weirdly sounds like a 8th doctor audio. pls 🙏🏾 dont make it into one i couldnt handle schezro let alone the rest of his content. Empire of the Wolf made me so fucking worried for rose marion tyler like im just she back home 🫣. as for rose tyler from the sea devil universe still out about. whoop his ass. if billie come back as HER? MISS COVER MODEL MISS DICTATOR MISS EMPRESS ROSE?
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i would love for ten to be strictly friends with the new miss empress rose. get that martha karma real quick ehehehehe after all rtd did say they need freema for somethin and im sure seeing 10 get treated the same way he treated martha by no other than empress rose herself -AND THEN EMPRESS ROSE FLIRTS WITH MARTHA??? FINGERS CROSSED??? im just saying that i personally will ride on that for 8 black history months and christmases straight like woo
also real glad it is collectively decided by every one that tentoo is just john smith not corin so yay thanks big finish and titan comics
#{lets see if i can scare this anon away listen i even made a graphic for this damn it. u better appreciate it i went all out for you}#{porn blogs and micro antiblack anons: this is why i dont share my shipping opinions much bc they stick to tv and i stick to everything}#{usually all this i gave to my aunt and we would have phone discussions and she would watch and call be like hey yeah! i see it}#{and she would say: but really it wasnt that for martha. it was the writing choices that was disapproved because not wanting another 💞}#{it went from classism for rose to racism for martha and she points that it wasnt catered to black fans in the rtd era}#{so yeah ten x martha wouldn't be a thing but only because test audiences and fans refused it due to the studios racial bias}#{10 wanted everything to do w martha. he just used rose as excuse and because of that 12 and 13 vocally to his face hates him for it}#{and we all fell for it: everybody did because like 12 said: its the bambi eyes. hook line and sucker}#{he wanted martha the whole time but he kept playing that hot n cold game to the wrong girl just bc it worked on 2 later 3 yt blonde women}#{4 yt women because of miss kylie minogue! all of a sudden he dont know how to counterflirt when a blk woman flirts back?}#{yes thats right im throwing miss claire pope AND IN THE GABBY GONZALES COMIC OF THE PPL OUTSIDE HER FAMILY LAUNDROMAT??}#{but yeah after losing donna suddenly supiciously hes not racist but extremely genocidal to death and death alone like hm.}#{his actions speak extremely louder than his words and in turn so does the fandom and its writers}#{4 yt blondes and hes willing to believe in them despite him having to permanently lose them but completely have lil faith in the blk one?}#{ ten never actually go back to martha. be fair if i forgave the person that enslave her family for a missing year? yeah i wouldnt either}#{we could never be together because of a yt woman i chose to leave behind three times with her mum for 'safety' boy bye}#{and i go around and almost in one whole episode almost left her behind AGAIN for madame de pompadour another blonde yt woman?}#{like i ship them i ship all of em but if they were all hanging off a cliff side? 🤧 😔 we gather here today in the loss of 🌹 and depomp}#{dont worry at least 9 would leap after rose.}#bw: out of ethos#answered#anonymous#bw: long post#{i made a long post just so i surprise you with a cute billie graphic thats all. that the main topic}
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izzymalec · 2 years
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absolutely dying right now bc i just found out that in 2015 i made a johnlock gifset with lyrics from hello by adele
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swagging-back-to · 3 months
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im debating not making art anymore.
#very heavily leaning towards it#im just really disappointed and fed up#the only reason im not considering stopping fanfiction is bc I actually get interaction on it and pretty regularly#i have people who consistently leave kudos and comments and who come back during hiatuses to cheer me on and say they miss the fic#cannot say the same for my art at all ((((((:#even tho i enjoy drawing more and it comes to me way easier and doesn't make me burnt out for months at a time just from doing one piece.#it's less draining to do literally that (be burnt out for three months after each chapter) than it is to post my art every day and get#literally nothing#it sounds so whiney but genuinely#a lot of the pieces i do in terms of art are fandom works SPECIFICALLY because i know that oc art gets no interaction#and even then#only the wips im posting jsut for progress reports or that I'm posting right before I abandon nd delete from my sketchbook#get way more likes and reblogs than the finished work.#like literally why would i put the effort in to make a finished work#i jsut keep thinking back to my pro ana instagram accounts and how i would get hundreds of likes in a matter of minutes for making a fuckin#collage of aesthetic images i stole off pinterest#meanwhile my art accounts (that i have been dreaming of making since iwas 8 years old) get two in a matter of weeks. if that#idk#it really does sound like complaining and honestly#i am complaining#the art scene on the internet is horrible and so stifling to actual artists.#and it is not going to get better#so im jumping the gun now.
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I just watched Avatar for the first time all the way through, and yeah, it’s great, but the one thing that surprised me was how different Katara was compared to the fandom interpretation I’d seen and internalized before watching.
Like, before you watch Avatar, you’ve seen all these memes about Katara and her mom, and based on those memes, you assume it’s one of those lines you have to get used to hearing at least once every episode. But then you watch the show and realize that she only talks about her mom maybe five or six times per season and you also realize she only brings her up when she’s trying to comfort someone or empathize with them because that’s how she processes her grief and that’s one way she connects with people.
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Or you hear the infamous line, “then you didn’t love [our mother] the way I did” and you prepare yourself for one of the worst character assassinations ever only to see the scene after nearly three seasons worth of context and realize she was kinda right. She’s been the mother, the nurturer, the comforter. She’s been patient, gentle, and accommodating where everyone else has gotten to be insensible and reckless and childish, and the one moment where she allows herself to feel her grief, suddenly she’s this evil bitch and not, y’know, a 14 year old girl whose been thrusted into adulthood in a way no other character has. A 14 year old girl who should be allowed immaturity and raw emotion and anger instead of the patience and grace she’s been forced to extend to every character without even the smallest amount of gratitude or even consideration in return.
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Or you see all of the clips where Katara puts Aang in the “friendzone” and you expect to have this wishy washy back and forth where Aang is putting his feelings out there only to have Katara neither commit nor express any clear reciprocation or rejection. Then you watch and realize that, as cute as the ship is initially, that there’s never a point where Aang returns any comfort or grace to Katara despite her always doing this for him to the point of coddling. That for as much as Aang says he loves her, he never seems to outgrow his perception of her so he can recognize her as someone who feels grief, anger, and pain as much as she expresses love, kindness, and maturity. And instead of having moments where he learns to see her beyond her strength or compassion, you’re instead given moments where Aang forces his feelings onto her, both romantic and non-romantic, and Katara is expected to just…shoulder those feelings the way she shoulders everyone else’s.
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Katara is the most misunderstood character in the show. As much as people recognize the complexities of Zuko, Sokka, and Azula, they struggle to do the same for Katara because they see her struggles as somehow lesser, and therefore, less deserving of sympathy. They can handle her so long as she’s being endlessly patient and loving and kind, but the moment her endless love, patience, and kindness runs out, she’s suddenly this annoying bitch who can’t shut up about her mother or reciprocate Aang’s feelings. But Katara’s trauma does matter as much as anyone else’s. No, she wasn’t banished from her kingdom. No, she didn’t lose her entire community, and no, she isn’t the only one who lost her mother. But the difference between her and everyone else whose experienced loss because of the Fire Nation is that she’s never given time to process her trauma. Aang gets to lean on Katara constantly. Toph gets to express her feelings to Katara, and yeah, Sokka also lost their mother, but unlike Katara, he isn’t put in the position of being a substitute for everyone’s parent. He even admits that he sees his sister as a mother. The only characters who ever comfort Katara or allow her to vent is Zuko and her father and that’s, like, three scenes in a show where the other characters are consistently given opportunities to seek out Katara for unconditional support.
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The fandom interpretation of Katara has been so bastardized that even those who haven’t watched the show know her for this fanon version and not for who she is. She’s such an interesting character beyond her fandom limitations, though. She’s brave, hot-headed, and hopeful as well as gentle and caring. She wishes to learn waterbending, not only because she wants to fight in the war, but because she wants to continue her culture’s practices because, and people often forget this, she also lost an entire subculture within her already fractured tribe. And she wants to defeat the Fire Nation both because of her deep love and empathy for other people, but also because she wants to avenge her mother. But because some of the fans have reduced Katara to a bitch who constantly whines about her mother and friendzones Aang, you wouldn’t know any of this, and it sucks because she’s the only character whose been dumbed down to such an extent.
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