Hot Artists Don't Gatekeep

your heart is a muscle the size of a rat

what a time to be alive

One of my favourite things when reading fanfiction is when you click with an author's style so much that you adore the fanfiction you're reading, and once it's over you need more. So you go to their page and hope that there's more for any fandom you might know- only there isn't any. They've written for other fandoms you aren't familiar with and never would've thought about before.

But you're down so bad for their style and talent that they got you wading in like:

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

DC AU I'll never write: Entirely normal clowns slowly learn the art of warfare in efforts to take down the Joker's crime empire.

Like normal, balloon-animal making, grease-paint wearing, part-time suburban party clowns out of work after Joker's rise to fame band together. Finally, someone gets the idea to...like...do something about it. Batman isn't going to, and the Police don't even try, so...who else but them...? And it's all, like, elderly clown hobbyists, Moms who do it part time since their kids are still little, a new graduate of clown school who suddenly can't get a job, an art school student who learned clownery for a performance art project, a teenager who only just got into clowning around and is Big Mad she can't enjoy her hobby now...

They don't know who Harley Quinn is but accidentally adopt her into the cause when she's sent to sniff them out and they like her too much. I would also like them to kidnap Robin but also by accident and mostly because he looks cold?? Where's your dad?? You want tea, hun? What's your favorite animal? *is gifted an immaculately twisted balloon elephant*