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[comp-lady]

Hi there! I’ve been admiring your blog & writing from afar and was wondering if you had any advice or tips on writing unashamedly?

What I mean is, I notice you also write Copia/Terzo or “copiiia” and your authors note in the chapter posts via tumblr are very assertive and to the point.

I would like to post some more Copiia content (as I like Secondo and Copia along with a few other blogs) but I worry about backlash or losing mutuals even though I deliberately state that they aren’t related because I disagree with that portion of the Ghost lore.

Any tips?

Thank you!!

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Thank you so much!

I would say make sure you tag it as best you can. The popular ones are c1/c2/c3 or Copiiia or Copiia.

Otherwise, not gonna lie, my advice amounts to just. Not giving a fuck. I've been in fandom too long to be concerned about what is, ultimately, an extremely loud and hateful minority of people projecting their obsessions onto other people. Harassing people en masse because they dare to use their imaginations and have a bit of fun. I'm crawling towards my mid-thirties, I've been in fandom since I was roughly 12-14, I can't bring myself to care about the opinions of others. I have actual, important things to be worried about.

I mean these are the same people that would be fine if I wrote Copia as a serial killer, but if I write that he's not related to Terzo or Secondo and they kiss then that's a crime?

I write for myself, and I write for the handful of friends I talk to that are like minded.

I think I've avoided receiving much backlash because I am an active blocker. The moment I see someone dropping hateful rhetoric over fiction I block them. If I lose a mutual in the process? Oh well, that's not the type of person I want to be around. I've been friends with people where I altered what I wrote to appease them, and all that toxicity did is set me back in my writing. It hurt my confidence in my writing. I'm free of that now, and I have no intent to go slide back because some people see the Ghost lore as gospel.

Mutuals and followers and friends who don't agree, but know how to keep scrolling? Know how to be mature about it? Much more valuable than any that throw a fit.

Also the lore? The lore for Ghost has the structural integrity of a jello shot. Toby Foam is out here doing whatever amuses him, not building some grand story, and if anyone doubts that look at aNY interview where the interviewer tries to ask lore questions. Tobias always gives half answers and shrugs them off. The lore is a gimmick to him, a bit fun on the side of what is actually important. Which is the music itself.

When I started Empire I was sure that there wouldn't be a lot of readers. That I would post, maybe gets a handful of hits each time I posted a chapter, maybe the occasional comment. And yet there are plenty of people that read it. Regularly!

If you write the Copiia content there is an audience for it. There are people that will love it.

Also? There area lot of haters that just ship it in secret, because they're more worried about other people's opinions than just enjoying themselves.

This all ran away from me, go forth! Write! Have fun! Those who matter won't care that you're writing copiia. You get worried about what you're writing my askbox is always open!

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❛   did  i  say  something  wrong ?  ❜

IT ISN’T ENTIRELY STEVE’S FAULT ... that billy hargrove is just that fucking messed up in the head. that one thing will just send him spiraling, it’s like swimming against the current, not a smart thing to do, it’s ALL ABOUT SURVIVAL, which, billy out of all people excels at. he’s not looking at steve anymore, he’s trying not to appear upset. ends up looking angry. “ - don’t worry your dumb lil’ head about it, baby. ”   

@harringtontm​ / SENT. 

[fitzembarrassingmoments]

Hey uuuhh my name is Fitz I'm a 21 year old autistic greyace enby butch lesbian and this is my sideblog where I put embarrassing art (by that I mean exclusively tickle art xijsjfjdjdkskdz) I follow from @/fitzfunnymoments

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[hrgve]

∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . (as a treat)

HISTORY   HAS   A   TENDENCY   TO   REPEAT   ITSELF   WITH   BILLY   HARGROVE.   learning   is   reserved   for   very   special   ocassions,   so   he   doesn’t.   back   into   drugs.   back   into   drinking.   back   into   spending   nights   in   some   guy’s   house.   nothing   has   really   changed.   maybe   he   is   a   little   lonelier.   maybe   he   is   letting   shit   slide   easy.   maybe   it’s   the   weed.   makes   everything   fuzzy   and   blurred   and   he   can’t   really   give   a   shit   if   this   isn’t   cali   anymore.   music   (   the   good   kind   )   is   playing.   the   only   difference   is   that   he   didn’t   actively   look   for   this,   but   hawkins   puts   you   in   funny   little   desperate   places.   so   billy   just   let   things   happen,   let   things   slide.   half   lidded   eyes   barely   register   eddie   moving,   it’s   only   because   his   body   feels   it,   the   pressure   of   another   whole   human   being   actually   on   top   of   his   lap.   and   it’s   bold,   and   in   different   circumstances   billy   would   have   just   snapped.   but.   he   doesn’t,   he   let’s   it   happen,   chuckles   about   it   even.   (   he   however,   hesitates   in   touching   eddie.   it’s   a   silly   little   game   with   a   line   so   easy   to   cross.   he   doesn’t   know   if   he   wants   to   cross   it   yet.   )   to   be   completely   honest   he   missed   whatever   eddie   had   been   talking   about.   seems   to   be   able   to   hold   a   conversation   all   by   himself,   when   billy   can’t   be   bothered   or   when   he   simply   can’t   speak.   bright   blue   eyes,   bright   even   tho   the   whole   world   has   gone   fuzzy,   find   eddie’s   face.   a   smile.   rare   to   find,   rare   to   get.   “   -what’re   y’doing,   munson?”   it’s   a   genuine   question.   whatever   it   is,   billy’s   interested   it.   it’s   definitely   not   california,   but   it’s   been   a   while   since   the   real   billy   has   been   able   to   breath.  

@munsontm​​   / ASKED.

[hrgve]

❝  honestly,  i’m always there.  in my head.  the scars on my body might’ve healed but i never really walked away from it.  ❞

IN   ALL   FUCKING   HONESTY,   billy   has   no   idea   how   they   got   here.   well.   he   did.   the   ghost   of   pain   lingered   on   his   face   because   hitting   where   people   wouldn’t   see   was   completely   forgotten   by   neil   today.   it   was   getting   cold   and   billy   was   leaning   against   his   car.   he   had   been   intercepted   by   eddie   who   for   once   seemed   to   know   what   he   was   talking   about.   and   wasn’t   it   funny?   he   wanted   to   laugh.   tends   to   do   that   at   the   worst   moments.   he   listens.   for   once.   there   isn’t   an   immediate   funny   quip   or   anything   leaving   his   mouth.   it’s   true.   he   feels   it.   and   it’s   weird   and   he   doesn’t   necessarily   likes   it.   he   let’s   out   a   breath.      he   needs   a   cigarette,   he   settles   halfway   through   what   eddie   is   saying.   takes   one   out   and   puts   it   between   his   lips.   he   is   listening,   seems   different   from   what   eddie   usually   gets   from   him.   “-things   are   fucked,   man,   shit’s   fucked   all   th’way   up.”   he   chuckles.   billy   gets   it   too.   “seems   like   we   got   handed   shit   cards.”   it’s   not   difficult   then,   to   just,   light   up   the   cig.   let   the   smoke   fills   his   lungs.   it’s   whatever.   billy   wants   to   think   so.   but   someone   getting   it,   isn’t   just   whatever.   it’s   gonna   itch.   make   him   feel   sometype   of   way.   he’s   gonna   think   about   it   and   he   really   doesn’t   want   to   fucking   think   about   it.  

@munsontm​​   / ASKED.

[hrgve]

❝   violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.  ❞ COUGH GIO

BILLY   CHUCKLES,   almost   rolls   his   eyes.   little   to   no   restraint.   he   wants   to   pretend   that   he   is   stupid   and   has   no   fucking   clue   what   gio   is   saying.   but   you   see   billy   is   smart.   he   knows.   he   understand   clearly   the   message   that   is   trying   to   be   sent   his   way.   and   usually   he   would   take   it   but   it’s   just   such   a   liability,   letting   people   in,   god   forbid   he   attempts   to   have   friends.   it’s   easy   the   way   billy   navigates   hawkins.   no   one   close   enough,   no   one   wiser,   just,   people   doing   their   own   hick   shit   and   that’s   all.   but   gio,   gio   is   something   real   special.   real   fucking   diffcult.   and   reluctantly   billy   has   found   himself   pulled   in.  gio  has  something   so   geniune   that   billy   thinks   is   unattainable,   people   are   born   with   freedom   or   not.   and   it   seems   gio   has.   blue   eyes   half   lidded.   takes   a   longer   drag   than   he   would.   because   you   see   they   talk   now,   because   gio   doesn’t   fight   back.   because   of   course   he   fucking   doesn’t.   “-   that   right,   Gandhi?”   it’s   heavy   with   something.   but   it’s   more   so   a   confirmation.   he   hears   him.   he   gets   it.   and   it’s   fucking...sad.   pathetic   even,   for   billy.   the   fact   that   the   bruises   fade   and   his   knuckles   heal   but   he   doesn’t   really.   “y’got   that   one   off   a   fortune   cookie?”   he   gets   to   be   only   so   much   of   an   asshole   to   gio,   gio   is   respectable,   knows   when   to   leave.   it   shouldn’t   matter,   he   shouldn’t   care.   but   billy   does.  

@musecraft​ / SENT.

[hrgve]

❛   wish  i  didn’t  care .  ❜

BILLY   CHUCKLES   AT   THE   STATEMENT.   such   a   foreign   concept,   caring.   it’s   not   something   billy   does   often,   yet   carefully   piecing   together   this   attitude,   this   view   on   the   world...it   has   taken   time,   effort.   KILL   SOMETHING   INSIDE   OF   YOU   TO   BE   REBORN.   something   poetic   that   will   never   leave   his   lips,   yet.   

“   it’s   real   easy   once   you   get   the   hang   of   it   -   ”   the   cigarette   on   his   lips   gets   taken   between   his   fingers,   blue   icy   eyes   shift,   stare   jonathan   down.   curiousity   killed   the   cat.   and   well,   billy’s   dying   to   know.   “   -y’can   start   practicing   right   now.   give   you   some   pointers   and   what   not-”   and   then   to   remark   that   billy   hargrove   rarely   does   anything   out   of   the   goodness   of   his   heart.   “-   if   you   tell   me   what’s   all   this   about.”

@jonbyers​ / SENT .