THE FANDOM FLANDERIZATION MEME

[elfstoned]

We all know how fandom flanderizes characters, but what if Save the Earth were a television show?

How would fandom get it wrong?



HOW IT WORKS:
Post a comment with your character journal explaining generally what the twisted and horrible fanon version of your character is. What less significant personality traits do they fixate on? How do the thirteen-year-olds on fanfiction.net write them? Who are they shipped with ad nauseum? What are they like in Omegaverse?

OPTIONAL: Reply IC to others' comments as your own flanderized fanon character, or feel free to have the real version express horror and disgust (or vicious amusement).

Have fun!!

Comments

[elfstoned]

he shouldn't hurt you at all. you deserve better than that abusive bastard!!

[espigeonage]

? He can be so sweet, you shouldn't worry. I just have to not do anything to make him mad, and touch him a lot, and you always come back in the end. So it's okay.

[Is that how they really see me? A combination of "vamp" and "small child"? Gah.]

[elfstoned]

[Do you know, so far this comes off as surprisingly self-aware about the abusive nature of the relationship.]

But Julien, I always worry about you.

[espigeonage]

Well I worry about you too! You don't come back until he relaxes, and if I'm not there... I don't know how long it takes, but he's going to make someone mad if I can't get in the way, and what happens to you then? I can take it. He's not so bad, really!

[It does! Must be one of the writers who's a little aware.]

[elfstoned]

[You don't suppose this is parody, is it?

I hope it's parody.]

Julien...

*softly*

you're so selfless, making sure he doesn't hurt anyone...

You know I think he really does like you.

[espigeonage]

Ahaha, it's the least I can do. For everyone. But especially for you. ...and him. I - you know I can't choose!

[I write, you know! ...not really fanfic, but I was in writing clubs in mid and high school and it gets worse. Be glad I 'lost' the notebooks that go on about how beautiful it is to die, sir.]

[elfstoned]

*sighs* I know, I just wish you didn't have to do it, and I could have you to myself...

Perhaps we're more alike than I think.

[...we all have creative creations from our youth we'd rather not share, I think.]

[espigeonage]

Ah? Aaaah, I wish I was as strong as Aaron-kun! When I'm hurt by anyone you're right there for me!

[Wait, even you? /big gleeful eyes, catches at arm Tell me! At least the medium. Writing, drawing, what?]

[elfstoned]

*takes your face in his hands*

I may not be Aragorn, but I won't let anyone hurt you.

[...I'll never hear the end of it if I don't tell you, will I? Then again, I'll never hear the end of it if I do...]

[espigeonage]

Oh... Aaron-kun... I believe you. I feel so safe with you.

[I can flip this thing to a worse fic, and if you flip it back I can keep at it, you know. Besides. Don't you trust me?]

[elfstoned]

*he runs his fingers through julien's azure locks*

If only I could protect you from myslef...!

[...there's worse?]

[espigeonage]

[Let's find out! I'm hitting the button.]



*SLAM! This is the resounding echo as Strider hits the wall. The Apostle of the Violet Rose keeps him there with one hand to his throat somehow; after all he's still shorter, obsidian halo whirling overhead, white wings half spread, his voice as cold as the guts of a glacier in the Antartic winter*

No. I cannot suffer such a creature as you to live. Can you not hear the pain of the Innocent?

[...wait hey I thought I was always supposed to be the harmless one!]

[elfstone]

All I have done -- I have done for reasons that seemed right to me...!

Who...are you...to pass judgment upon me?

[espigeonage]

So evil always claims! I know this. It is my doing. Think you I take joy in this? No. No, a thousand times no.

Thanks to my actions there is evil in this world. I am the first of the fallen. I cannot take back what I have done. I can only correct it.

Rejoice. Your soul will be free of this sin.

[Am I Satan here? what?]

[elfstone]

Fine, then -- you may take my soul, but will you take his?

For if I go, Aaron Strider goes with me.



[Please don't bring me into this.]

[espigeonage]

It is unfortunate. But he is no innocent, either. At times it is needed to put the needs of the many before the needs of the few. He will be free of you.

[No no no.]

-hnnnh... no!

*The angel's ice eyes cloud with horror for a heartbeat and flicker like a bad effect - normal blue and cold inhumanity. His grip weakens, he lets go and turns away violently, snow white wings spasming as he claps his hands over his own skull and wings over those. The onyx halo wobbles as it spins and he makes a weird strangled keen that cuts off*

You will not keep me from my quarry, child!

[Uh...okay this is really overwrought but... I'm uncomfortable now. I try to think of the Apostle as not... this.]

[elfstoned]

*Aragron grins viciously, then steps back, and Aaron blinks and goes back to fronting*

Julien...? What -- what are you doing

No. No, you're not Julien.


[We needn't watch more.]

[espigeonage]

Run-! Run! I can't -rrhgr...

*The Apostle does one of those man-roars you see a lot in movies and starts to ponderously turn to face Aaron, head down so you can't see his eyes, he starts to raise his head-*

[Yeah, no, this was better when it was stupid stuff. Pressing. Next!]