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Two questions: 1: did you actually make ~ATH, and 2: what was that Sburb text-game that you mentioned on an ask on another blog

While I was back in highschool (iirc?) I made a thing which I titled “drocta ~ATH”, which is a programming language with the design goals of:

1: being actually possible to implement, (and therefore, for example, not having things be tied to the lifespans of external things)

2: being Turing complete, and accept user input and produce output for the user to read, such that in principle one could write useful programs in it (though it is not meant to be practical to do so).

3: matching how ~ATH is depicted in the comic, as closely as I can, with as little as possible that I don’t have some justification for based on what is shown in the comic (plus the navigation page for the comic, which depicts a “SPLIT” command). For example, I avoid assuming that the language has any built-in concept of numbers, because the comic doesn’t depict any, and I don’t need to assume it does, provided I make some reasonable assumptions about what BIFURCATE (and SPLIT) do, and also assume that the BIFURCATE command can also be done in reverse.

However, I try to always make a distinction between “drocta ~ATH”, which is a real thing I made, and “~ATH”, which is a fictional programming language in which it is possible to write programs that e.g. wait until the author’s death and the run some code, or implement some sort of curse that involves the circumstantial simultaneous death of two universes.

In addition, please be aware that the code quality of my interpreter for drocta ~ATH, is very bad! It does not use a proper parser or the like, and, iirc (it has probably been around a decade since I made any serious edits to the code, so I might recall wrong), it uses the actual line numbers of the file for the control flow? (Also, iirc, the code was written for python 2.7 rather than for python 3.) At some point I started a rewrite of the interpreter (keeping the language the same, except possibly fixing bugs), but did not get very far.

If, impossibly, I got some extra time I wouldn’t otherwise have that somehow could only be used for the task of working on drocta ~ATH related stuff, I would be happy to complete that rewrite, and do it properly, but as time has gone on, it seems less likely that I will complete the rewrite.

I am pleased that all these years later, I still get the occasional message asking about drocta ~ATH, and remain happy to answer any questions about it! I enjoy that people still think the idea is interesting.

(If someone wanted to work with me to do the rewrite, that might provide me the provided motivation to do the rewrite, maybe? No promises though. I somewhat doubt that anyone would be interested in doing such a collaboration though.)

Regarding the text based SBURB game, I assume I was talking about “The Overseer Project”. It was very cool.

Thank you for your questions. I hope this answers it to your satisfaction.

My ~ATH keeps crashing whenever I run a non-computer exploding code, or if I press enter. Why is this?

Based on the username which recently followed this blog at the same time as I received this ask (which I won't say what it was because you asked this on anon, and haven't received permission), I'd guess that you may be running a different version of ~ATH than the one I document here :P

Unfortunately, I don't have a specification for the version you have.

If you have such a specification, or the executable for it, I'd be happy to take a look if you could send it to me, haha.

If on the off chance you are using the version I document here, then presumably you have a syntax error or something in your code?

yeah, can i make ~ATH continue to generate variables? like if one part of the program dies it generates another variable? because i've been trying to do that lmfao

Hi. Not sure what you mean by continue to generate variables. If you mean like how in lisp you can like, automatically generate a new variable name and then use that variable name, then no, drocta ~ATH doesn't have a feature like that, but I'm guessing that's not what you mean.

Variables are just like, names in your program. If you want more objects, you can just continue bifurcating objects to get more objects.

drocta ~ATH does not support parallelism or concurrency or whatever (though presumably canonical ~ATH would, in some sense. At least, it appears to handle circumstantial simultaneity.), So, if you are referring to drocta ~ATH, then I'm not sure what you mean when you refer to part of the program dying. Though, given that in canonical ~ATH, there is the expression

[THIS,THIS].DIE();

then it seems like, presumably, it should be possible to have something like

THIS.DIE();

in order to describe part of the program dying (ending), without another part doing so.

But, again, drocta ~ATH does not support anything like that. Feel free to make a fork of it which does though. Please let me know if you do!

okay, this might be a liiittle specific, and more HS oriented, but still. can you power a First Guardian using ~ATH? and if so, what are some ways?

This is a slightly off of the usual topic of this blog, which is more about a language which I made up and is based on and named after the language in the comic, and attempts to be as close to the comic while still being possible to implement and use, (the language in the comic is not particularly well documented), but I’ll answer it to the best of my abilities.

I’m not sure what you mean by “power”.

“Can I write a first guardian character that has some of their behavior be based on ~ATH in some ways?” : I don’t see any reason why not. If you can do ectobiology with a puppet and a cueball, why not with a computer running a program?

“Can I make a first guardian character who is a first guardian because of the continual execution of a ~ATH script?” : While you can of course write whatever you want, I’m not sure that this is consistent with what is said in acts 1-7 (I have chosen to disregard everything after act 7) about first guardians. It seems like an entity either is or is not a first guardian, and that this fact is established at the time of that entity’s creation. It seems to me like what happens with first guardians is: using ectobiology, the genetic code from some players’ subconscious-or-whatever is combined with some other source(s), and the result is a first guardian.

Oh, I suppose if you just mean “an entity has the powers of a first guardian as a result of a ~ATH script”, then, uh, I guess that doesn’t contradict anything. How would I depict such a script? Well, I don’t know that anything that we’ve seen of the language gives any particularly clear direction for what such a script would look like. If you want it to just have the keywords we’ve seen, possibly re-interpreted to mean something different, I guess one idea could be to like, say bifurcate an existing first guardian into parts with names that seem relevant, and also whatever entity is to have the abilities of a first guardian, and then like, un-bifurcate (unbifurcation is not something shown in the comic, but is something I’ve added to my language, in order to make it usable) the other entity, but with some component of the first guardian mixed in somehow? Though if you did that, you would probably want to justify why, if ~ATH can do that that easily, why it doesn’t happen all the time.

There is very little in terms of rules that the story gives for how ~ATH behaves. If you want to have a ~ATH script “power” a first guardian, just make up some stuff. If you want to depict the actual script, then look at all the pages of the comic that depict code from it, see what it says they do, and just make something up that seems to aesthetically fit.

The language that I have defined (”drocta ~ath”) does not provide any means of doing this, because the language I designed was designed to technically be usable, while also resembling the language in the comic.

I suppose that, as all first guardians get their power from the green sun, and the green sun was created by the circumstantially simultaneous destruction of, uh, either universes A and B, or specifically of A2 and B1, not sure which, and this was in some ways tied to the Möbius Double Reacharoud virus, you could argue that all first guardians get their powers from, something somewhat connected to a ~ATH script.

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Thank you so much for writing this fanfic for me! I'm completely in love with Ross and your fanfic is one of my favorites without a doubt! I've read it several times and rewatched the movie because of it. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart 💖 Your stories are incredible and I love each and every one of them 😍🥰☺️✨

Grass Feeding the Grass

Smut based off the movie adaptation of Stephen King and Joe Hill’s In the Tall Grass. I love Stephen King, and I love Patrick Wilson and his characters.

Ross x reader, first person pov, Patrick Wilson x YOU

Word count: about 1k

Reader replaces Becky. No description of reader besides mentions of her being pregnant, being smaller than him, and wearing Becky’s dress. I couldn’t help my mind from wandering to this scenario while watching the movie. I was like yes please.😀

WARNINGS: PURE SMUT, 18+, MDNI, NON-CON/RAPE, rough sex, implied age gap, degradation, humiliation, semi public sex, voyeurism?, choking, size kink af. Just don’t read if not comfortable. This one is DARK.

I hit the ground hard, my head spinning and body trembling, as Ross loomed over me. I screamed in absolute horror as he pinned me to the ground with my hands above my head.

“Want to see the rock? Want to lay on it naked, and feel me in you, beneath the pinwheel stars, while the grass sings our names?“

“Nooo, please, stop,” is what I choked out, but my body was screaming the opposite. It must have been something in the air or maybe in the grass that seemed to emanate magic. My arms had no more fight as I looked up at him through my tears. His words, that maniacal look in his eyes, and the moonlight rippling off his biceps as he held me down, it was all too much. I couldn’t be held accountable the way my body was starting to react to his. Ross must have noticed this too because he laughed in a knowing and almost condescending way. I could only whimper as he lowered his face to my exposed neck.

“I think you do. Don’t you?” He smiled that creepy smile against my neck. “Or maybe she does…” he said while one of his hands moved to my pussy under my dress.

I screamed again. I said no, but it didn’t matter. I wanted it.

“Yeah I think you like this. I watched all of your resolve give out while you were looking at my body. You want to be pinned down and raped by me while six months pregnant. Your eyes turned from fear to lust. Don’t they go hand in hand so often?”

He began sucking at my neck and gently rubbing my cunt through my drenched panties, as I whimpered and moaned. I could imagine the dirt underneath me turning to mud as my arousal soaked through my thin cotton dress. I was a mess as his kissing and sucking gave way to hard biting. Hard enough to draw blood. I felt it slide down my neck and into the grass where it blossomed and flourished along with my other fluids. We were grass feeding the grass.

Quickly, he pulled my panties to the side, and shucked off his pants. I was powerless to get away. He was so much bigger and stronger than me. I watched as he removed his underwear, freeing his massive cock. No, no, no, no, I think I was babbling as he returned to his previous position over me and lined himself up with my slick entrance. I screamed as he forced himself inside of me in one quick motion, almost effortlessly as I was so ready.

“Ohh fuck.” He moaned as he stilled, waiting for me to accommodate the rest of him. I was crying and whimpering louder now. He was impossibly big as he split me in half, and it hurt as much as it felt good.

“I know. I know. I’m so big.” He whispered mockingly into my ear as my whimpers turned to moans, and he started rocking his hips into me. “You’ll have no trouble pushing this baby out once I get done with you, Sweetheart.”

I screamed. He wasn’t Travis, and he wasn’t the father of my baby, making this all the more twisted.

“Don’t cry pretty girl. You want this. The grass wants this.” His hands explored my body as he sped up the pace of his hips meeting mine. The pain was giving way to pleasure.

“Get off of me.” I said one last time while looking up at him. I didn’t sound very convincing. Ross’ gaze hadn’t left me this entire time, watching as my body moved with his. His eyes seemed to light up with fiery arousal at my pleas.

“Feel it, Darlin’. Let yourself feel it.”

“Nooo,” I screamed again, but felt a familiar burning inside my core as my orgasm built.

“Yes that’s it. I can feel how much you love this. Can you feel how much the grass loves this?”

With my release climbing, the grass had stood taller, and seemed to chant like a low chorus. I could suddenly feel a million eyes on me. They were watching and began to vibrate and pulse with our bodies. Their music rose from the low chant to a higher pitched song. Their voices seemed to build in time with my body. I moaned and writhed, urging myself not to come on my rapist’s cock, as he watched on in complete bliss.

“They’re all watching you. Come, and let us fertilize the grass,” Ross said through labored breaths. He was getting close too, as his movements were becoming sloppily love drunk. “Come on my cock, Darlin’.”

The last part came out as a growl as his big, strong hands wrapped around my throat, effectively cutting off my breathing. His muscles flexed as he did, and that was all it took for my pathetic cunt to begin spasming around his insanely large cock. The sounds I made in the process were as inhuman as the grass chorus. Their sound had risen and reached a crescendo.

Then it was like the earth stood still for a second, and it was beautiful. A single tear rolled down my cheek as his hands suddenly crushed my windpipe. My eyes went wide, and he smiled that wicked smile and came inside of me with one last thrust.

I was dead in an instant, but he stayed there a while longer just stroking my hair. I was his eternally. I would soon return from the grass I died in. And he would be ready for me again.

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I will write more Patrick Wilson character x reader smut. I’ve always loved him in Insidious and the Conjuring, and I just recently watched the Watchmen and boy do I have ideas.

Thank you so much for writing this fanfic for me! I read and reread it every time with great affection. Your stories are completely wonderful and I am completely in love with them 🥰😍☺️✨

Hiii, can you write a smut that Orm gets jealous and makes Y/n suck him in the throne room, And makes her call him Ocean Master🙏🙏 with face fucking, spanking, angry sex, choking, hair pulling and anything else you want As much as you want to write ❤️❤️

Whelp...I didn't get to the spanking but I hope I did ok enough!

            You and Orm had been fighting a lot recently. It wasn’t normal. From the moment you two met years ago there hadn’t been an angry word between you and now you couldn’t stop shouting at each other. Orm intrinsically understood all the fighting was his fault. He was letting his insecurities get the best of him, but it was hard not to. Everything had been ripped from him, his home, his former fiancée, his teacher. He went from beloved Prince Orm to the black fish seemingly overnight. Sure, Arthur and Mera forgave him for his heroics when he saved junior, but the people of Atlantis had long memories. Besides, you were like, really hot and it annoyed him that you weren’t around much anymore.

            You were a general in the Atlantean army. Your tactical know-how and battle prowess were legendary. So much so the Brine King himself asked for your hand in marriage. On top of that, you were incredibly intelligent with a special interest in what Arthur called ‘anthropology’. You went out of your way to learn about the people of the Seven Kingdoms of Atlantis and now, the surface world. Arthur relied on you heavily for diplomacy, which took you away a lot. Now, you were spending more time with Arthur than Orm was comfortable with. Thus, all the fighting.

            Orm was in the throne room, looking at the seat of Atlantis, trying his best not to grind his teeth into his gums. “Your highness?” Your voice rings out clear. The title irritates him further, you, his beloved, don’t call him that, you call him by his name. He turns around, glaring at you. You meet it with a stony look of your own. “Is this what we’re reduced to?” He asks, “Honorifics?”

“Well, you’re not acting much like a lover these days.” Orm feels his eye twitch. “Neither have you.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” He doesn’t miss the hurt in your voice, but he’s seeing red. He swims up to you, only stopped by your hand around his throat. It isn’t enough to hurt, but he knows if you decide to squeeze, he’ll be in a pain he’d never felt before. “Why are you spending so much time with Arthur?” His tone is accusatory, yours is flat when you respond. “It’s my job.”

“You’re late coming back to our quarters,”

“We have a lot to discuss.”

“You spend a lot of time in here.”

“It’s the throne room, of course we do.”

“You’re alone with him.” He feels your fingers tighten in frustration. Something in Orm’s cock stirs. “Only because I have to be.”

“Because you want to be.” He snaps. Your fingers tighten to a painful degree as you bring him close. Another thrill runs through him. “What has gotten into you?”

“How do you think it looks when my woman spends all her free time with Arthur? Hm? How does it look to outsiders when you two leave this place alone after hours of being here. What do you wonder they’re thinking you two get up to?” You snarl and push him back with so much force he hits the throne with a small ‘oof’. “What do others think or what you think?” You spit at him. “Do you honestly think I’d go for someone like Arthur when I have you?”

            There’s a heavy silence that lingers between you two for a long time. You’d given him the validation he wanted, but his mind was clouding over with lust. He liked you aggressive. “Prove it,” Orm challenges, “Prove you like me better.” You roll your eyes in exasperation, crossing your arms. “And how do you propose I do that?” He doesn’t answer you, instead he considers you. You’re so beautiful, floating in front of him, angry, done with his shit. “Well?” You growl. That’s it, that’s all it takes for him to be at full mast.

            Not caring if you two get caught, Orm undoes his suit enough to bring his cock out. You look at it, mouth open in disbelief. “Are you insane?” You hiss. “No,” Orm says smiling, “I’m the Ocean Master,” You balk at him refusing to believe this was happening. “You said you wanted to prove to me you like me better, prove it.” He motions to his length. With only a few moments hesitation you relent. He swears he gets harder just knowing what you’re about to do as you swim to him. You begin to undo your own suit, but he puts up a hand to stop you. “Suck.” Is his simple command.

            You say nothing as you take position. He adjusts his posture, giving you better access. You waste no time in licking a long strip from base to tip. “No teasing,” He demands. You follow directions and pop the head in your mouth and give a particularly hard suck. He lets his head fall back at the phenomenal sensation. You set a brutal pace; what you can’t reach with your mouth you reach with your hands. He knows you can take him all the way and wants that from you now. You aren’t giving it to him, and that’s frustrating.

            He places his hands on either side of your head. You understood the significance of this action and place your hands on his thighs, bracing yourself for what’s coming. Even in his frustration and anger he waits for your silent signal to go ahead. You tap his thigh twice. You’re ready, good. He thrust into your mouth, stay there for a few seconds before pulling back out.

            It’s vicious, the way he fucks your mouth. You suck every time he pulls out and he just barely remembers to wait a few moments for you to take a breath. But this is what he needs, your permission to use you as he sees fit. To fuck you as he pleases. Who else would allow him to do this to them for free if not someone that truly cared for him? He climaxes within minutes, making sure he empties himself down your throat before ripping you off him. You’re gasping for breathe the moment he does, ignoring the spurts of cum that float around you.

            He pulls you into a standing position, undoes the bottom of your suit and turns you around so your ass faces him. If you two were in your private quarters, he’d take the time to return the favor. Taking your clit into his mouth and sucking you dry, but this wasn’t about you right now. Without waiting for you to say anything he grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap, his thick cock enters your wet cunt with ease. Good, you were at least enjoying this. “Move,” He commands. You begin to bounce, letting out little gasps of pleasure.

            He was a long way off in terms or orgasm, but you weren’t. He could tell from the way your pussy fluttered around him. His eyes rolled so far to the back of his head he nearly found his brain. “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to,” He growls. He pulls you back to his chest, hand closing around your neck this time. His free hand manages to wiggle its way between your legs to find your clit. He rubs harsh circles, reveling in the sound of your whimpering. The position is awkward for you, so you can’t bounce up and down like you so desperately want to. You settle with grinding. “Who do you belong to?” He asks. “Orm Marius,” you say, his fingers tighten around your throat. He asks the question again, “Who do you belong to?”

“His highness, Prince Orm.” The hand around your throat tightens more. He’s aware that you’ll be blacking out if he leaves his grip that tight for long, he hopes you get the answer right this time. “Who-”

“O-ocean Master!” You manage weakly. His smile is wicked as he loosens his grip. “That’s right,” he tells you, allowing you a little more space to bounce. “That’s right, you belong to me, not to Arthur. Not to the king of Atlantis, but to me.”

“I don’t want to belong to anyone else.” He hadn’t expected your comment. It strikes a chord with him. You continue, “No one else is as good as you. No one fucks me like you, no one makes me come as hard as you. There’s no one else but you, Ocean Master, no one.” His ego stroked to the fullest, Orm decides to reward you for being such a good girl. Quicker than you can fathom, he switches positions. You’re bent over an arm of the throne, the metal digging painfully into your skin. Orm, his hands on your hips, is thrusting into you from behind. It wasn’t fast, but it was rough. Every time he pulls out and pushes back in you see stars. “Please, I won’t last much longer.” You tell him, gripping onto the back of the throne for support.

            You think your pleas fall on def ears until you hear him say, “Cum for me.” It’s as if your body is awaiting such a command. He watches as you writhe beneath him, coming hard around him. He groans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, milking him for everything he has, he lets himself go inside you, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. You two stay in that position for a long while before you gather yourself and redo your clothing.

            You turn to him finally, lips pursed. “Do you feel better now?” You ask him. Actually, he felt foolish about the entire thing, but he nodded instead. “Good,” You bring him in for a deep kiss. He feels so silly for doubting you he can’t bring himself to look in your eyes. “We will never do this in the throne room again, do you understand?” He nods. “I mean it. Never.”

            He gives you another quick kiss. “Just the one time,” He promises. For the first time in weeks, you gave him a smile. He’s relieved. All the pressure building between you two had dissipated. “I love you,” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you too,” you tell him. “Now, go back to our quarters,” you say, pulling away from him. “I’ll be along in a few moments; I have another meeting to attend.” Orm frowns, “What could Arthur possibly want to talk about this time?”

            You frown and shake your head, swimming away from him, “My meeting is with the Ocean Master,” You inform him, “Something about a performance review.” You shrug and disappear into the hall. Orm smiles to himself wondering how he got so lucky to find a woman like you.

Hi! I just wanted to say that I read your Nameless comic just now and I AM SO IN LOVE WITH IT! both the art style and the story are simply amazing!!! (๐॔˃ᗜ˂๐॓)♡ ALSO your Portal comic!

You deserve so much recognition I swear afjdkdof

Wish you a nice day! ♪(´▽｀)

Ewo~

AAAAW fygstghuhftfdrrffgg That so nice ! Thanks you ! You really made my day !

Have a nice Day (:

Youve done sans jibanyan and papyrus whisper but can you do Sanspyrus buchinyan

I'm gonna be so honest I didn't search up a reference bc I was scared of the results of 'sanspyrus' on google so I hope this will do LMFAO

why are you GAY? And short? And how does it feel to be married to majima?

WHY ARE YOU GAY?!? YOU PLAY GAMES OF BUFF ASIAN SWEATY HALF NAKED MEN FIGHTING? HUHHH?!?!🤬😡/hj

You

Also, not married. That THING just shows up everywhere. And I'm average hight mind you.🙂‍↔️

I love Afterglow so much! But would you care to indulge my curiosity? Do you imagine reader to be slightly older than Mark? I imagine to be in her mid- to early twenties bc of her expansive career in the medical field, though I'm only going by the impression that she only started working after graduating; unless she's been working for some time already? Idk how careers work ajkdshfldf

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AHHH first of all—thank you so much for the love on ”Afterglow”!! This is such a fun ask, and I’m honestly so happy someone’s curious enough about something to dive into it with me.

You’re feeding my writer ego. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

So! Let’s talk canon real quick (I’m letting out my inner nerd rn):

In the comics, Mark starts out at 17 years old, but he ages pretty fast—and by the midpoint (around where ”Afterglow” would be happening, give or take), he’s roughly 19–20 , depending on how closely you track the arcs.

He’s been through it (emotionally unwell, physically worse), and is already working full-time with Cecil, so we’re definitely not dealing with “freshman bio class” energy anymore.

The man is seasoned. In trauma.

If we were going by the animated series, though—it’s a little fuzzier.

Season two makes it clear he’s just recently turned 18, so if you’re seeing ”Afterglow” through a show-only lens, Reader might come off as a bit older. But that’s kind of the fun of it, right?

Different interpretations work depending on what canon you’re leaning into. Especially since she’s employed, competent, and not trying to flirt while holding a scalpel backwards.

(Unlike a certain someone in goggles.)

Also! In ”Afterglow”, Mark is still wearing that iconic yellow-blue disaster suit, which firmly locks the timeline into late Season 2-ish // early Season 3 vibes if we were following the showverse.

As for Reader? Yes—I do personally imagine her to be a bit older. Not by decades or anything, but enough to feel the difference. Maybe 21–23ish, depending on how chaotic and accelerated you want her backstory to be.

Either she’s a prodigy who skipped grades and sprinted into the trauma field, or she’s just a few years older with a no-nonsense attitude and a résumé that could legally intimidate a superhero.

She’s sharp, capable, and absolutely not here to babysit—which just makes Mark being utterly down bad for her even funnier.

Regardless, I love the dynamic of “older, exhausted professional woman” × “younger, slightly feral man with devotion issues.”

BUT! While ”Afterglow” is loosely grounded in comic canon (especially in tone and timeline), it’s very much doing its own thing.

The plot, pacing, and character dynamics all live in their own little sandbox. Nothing’s rigid. It’s vibes first, logic second. As it should be.

Hope that answers the curiosity!! And seriously—thank you again for caring about this chaotic little universe enough to ask.

I’m legally required to write more now.

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hey! so youre a disgusting abomination and you dont deserve to breathe the same air as the rest of us

hey! what???

it's eight in the morning.

Hi! I really like your writing and wanted to know if your requests are open? If not, that's okay <3

Hi! Tysm! My requests are almost always open, however I due to the fact I'm also a wattpad writer it sometimes takes a while to get to requests, but my requests will always be open unless otherwise stated <3

(I feel like this response is written very poorly and i apologise, i am very sleep deprived)

Hiii i know this is weird but I came from ur wattpas and i was wondering if, since in your list fandoms you have dc and marvel and you have dc and marvel fics up on there if you'd write for them here?

Yeah, I'm willing to write for dc and marvel here, it's just very dependant on character since most of the shows and movies i've watched of dc feature harley quinn, red hood, damian wayne, the titans or batman in some way, then the only comics i've read are on damian wayne, red hood or harley quinn. And i've only read half of a singular deadpool comic for marvel and I'm woefully out of date with the mcu (the last thing i'd watched before the new deadpool was the latest spiderman).

Because of this i also wont promise that they'll be any good or that the characters will be in character but, i can say that i'm willing to write for them.

If you guys do want me to write for characters who arent deuce gorgon you dont have to ask, if i dont feel comfortable writing or don't know the character well i wont write it, if its like a dont know character, dont know fandom i'll like respond to it to let you know i dont know the fandom and then consider watching whatever thing they're from and then if i'm comfortable and know the character well, i'll write whatever it was :D

I have a question, I know your page is mostly Deuce gorgon but like are you a Harry potter fan? If so would you write about it?

Thanks for the question, My answer to this question is: Yes, I am a harry potter fan, whilst i do get the stigma around the J.k Rowling being a transphobe thing, Harry Potter was a massive part of my childhood so it'd be rather difficult for me to just suddenly turn on it (Essentially, Like the books- not the author. Rita Skeeta wrote the books in my eyes.)

As for if I'd write for it: Depends- As my page is mostly monster-high content I'd only really write it if it was requested or an idea just suddenly popped into my head that was too short to turn into a book, however it would also depend on the character because there are certain Hp chars I just- don't like, don't know well enough (mostly fanon chars like Matteo and Enzo), or am just uncomfortable with writing.