#Author speaking

[ask-cat-tomura]

Here’s a little update! I’m sorry for the lack of content, i was very I’ll two weeks ago and then my co-worker and I we moved our tattoo shop in a new place… the exact moment my car decided to die on me lmao. Thankfully it’s all good now! You may except new art this weekend hehe…

[imma-write-stuff]

I'm sorry I was gone for so long, I've haven't been writing much (not at all for the last few months.) I realized writing fanfiction was a hyperfixation for a long time relating to being neurodivergent. And that hyperfixation is done with writing. Its stinks cause I had so many ideas but I can't seem to write them right now anymore. I noticed I tend to be super into one hobby at a time then after that I loose interest and end up hyperfixate on something else. (It could be writing, reading, video games, drawing, researching history, and crochet. those tend to be where I would end up hyperfixate its a weird cycle.) So I think I'll it quits for now till it comes back I was thinking on deleting this blog but I decided nah I'll keep it. I will come back to writing one day. I admit writing had helped me a lot in many ways. I also want to try writing for myself when I'm in the mood (if I get into it.) but I'm not going to force it anymore. I know my hyperfixation is slowly going back to video games mainly SSX Tricky and Baldur's Gate 3 so yeah.

I will be running around here and I'm thinking of doing a gaming blog talking about what I'm doing on these games. (I know alot of people will be interested in Baldur's Gate 3 so yeah lol)

I'll let you know when I get this blog made. I'm thinking of making different dnd characters ocs and well known characters in DND for fun and enjoy the ride.

[chubbyheadquarters]

Hey.

I know it's been a really long time since I've posted anything.

And the reason? Multiple unfortunately.

The first was family issues. I won't go into details, but with all sorts of problems coming up, along with financial issues, I couldn't dedicate time to writing/responding. Hopefully, with the issues being resolved things can be more peaceful.

The second reason being my mental health. The end of last year hit me really hard with multiple things happening, so I had to take more time away. I was just having a hard time...stabilizing? But after some time, I think I'm in a better place now.

The third was a getting ill. This year hasn't started off well, with me getting punched with sickness to the full, and I've been trying to recover as fast as I can, taking medicine and such, getting sleep, etc. I...was also fucked with bppv, or vertigo for short. It stuck around for WAY longer than expected, and I couldn't exactly do much without almost falling over every hour. Thankfully though, I think it's safe to say that it's gone now & I'm doing a hell of a lot better than before, so that's great. Still, I'm gonna take it easy since my poor brain is a pile of mush.

And the last one being anticlimactic-

I just had major writing block.

When I had free time, I came here and to other platforms to try and find inspiration. Hoping something could help get me back into the groove.

I still did a bit of writing here and there, trying to get some of the requests semi-done or done, some of which I did, but others-

I couldn't write anything.

Nothing really felt good enough to post. I like writing, and I want the requester to be happy with what they get. But with the way my mind works, I hold myself to a really high standard, with me trying to make everything absolutely perfect(grammar and sentence structure wise) or add details that the reader may not care about, trying to add words and write in a way that isn't "me", per say. I'm scared that people may not like what I put out and my anxiety does not help one bit.

I've been trying to not be as hard on myself as I usually am, and it's...a work in progress. But it's a bit better now. I know I'm not gonna get everything right, whether it be the grammar or the way I word things, so I always try to keep that in mind.

But I've also been trying to improve my writing for another reason.

Like I stated before, with financial issues hitting me and my mom, I'm gonna need some way to help out some more. So I've been thinking about setting up a Kofi and seeing if there are any other ways to earn money from writing/drawing. It'll be more of an optional thing, but it's one I'm putting up on my platforms. And there will be an exchange for donations, like writing a one shot or having a sketch drawn for a small donation. I haven't quite figured everything out yet, price wise and all, but hopefully I will soon.

To those who have requested, I'm very sorry for the extremely late responses. I'm sure some people have moved on, and that's totally fine! I'll still get them out as soon as I can.

I hope this explains my sudden disappearance and I once again apologize to everyone. Hopefully I'll be back for good and get my full mojo back.

[badolmen]

People against piracy fail to realize that no, I can’t just ‘buy it.’ They stopped making DVDs and Blu-Rays. They’re barely offering digital copies for download. I am not spending money I could use for food or bills to pay for a subscription service just so I can always have access to a beloved piece of media. Especially not when the service will remove media on a whim without concern for how the loss of access to that piece will make its artistic conservation nigh impossible.

For example, I recently learned that Disney+ had an original film called Crater. It’s scifi, family friendly, and seems cool - I would love to buy it as a holiday gift for my little brother! But: it’s exclusive to D+ and THEY REMOVED IT LITERALLY MONTHS AFTER ITS RELEASE.

The ONLY way I can directly access this film is through piracy. The ONLY available ‘copies’ of this film are hosted on piracy websites. Disney will NEVER release it in theaters, or as something to buy, and it may NEVER return to the streaming service. It will be LOST because we aren’t allowed to purchase it for personal viewing. If I can’t pay to own it, I won’t pay for the privilege of losing it when corporate decides to put it in a vault.

So yes, I’m going to pirate and support piracy.

Edit: if you are able, use $5 you would otherwise use for a streaming subscription to donate to a GazaFunds campaign.

[impishtubist]

I've never been explicit about this because I'm a Fandom Old, and back in the day it was simply understood that anything on the Internet was fair game to do with what you wish, but: if you see a story of mine out there and you like it, download it. Fuck if I care. Keep it for yourself, distribute it to friends, print copies for yourself and your friends, mail it to people, I don't give a shit. As long as you're not exchanging money, I couldn't care less. And tbh you should be doing this with all fanfics you love - print them, save them, put them on a flash drive or a hard drive or share them with friends, whatever. Fanfic authors these days are really fucking precious about their fics, but honestly we're probably going to start seeing queer art being disappeared (especially in the US under the next president) so do whatever you can to archive the things you love to read. Even if that means just printing them out and sticking them in a binder for yourself to read as a bedtime story.

[bobaheadshark]

when you find a fanfic writer whose work just sings to you… i would read anything you write…. i would wade into a tag no matter how deranged… i would travel to the ends of the earth for you if only to soothe your little oyster shell just so you would be comfortable enough to make another pearl whenever you felt like it … i would love you tenderly and support you as you carefully place every grain of sand onto your little castle, regardless of how long it takes, if only to enjoy your words just a little longer

[spoopdeedoop]

my favourite genre of human — artists that have won six awards, have their work in popular mainstream media, are described by the community as the best of their time and have something like “i draw i guess” in their bio

[wheres-your-paddle]

being a writer is so embarassing. i'm sitting on my bed, bopping to my music, kicking my feet, imagining scenarios. and i'm looking at internet pages about asbestos.

[skipblebee]

LIVE LAUGH LOVE FENGQING FOREVER!!!!!

[sadiestarrs]

Cherry Red

Warnings: swearing, mean ellie, mentions of sex

A/N: i got this idea from another fic umm. it is proofread, but criticism is always accepted!! this one lowkey hurt. also i made edits to this fic but tumblr decided to glitch and delete them all so if this is bad, my apologies 🙏😞

Plot: ellie is a guitarist and the most popular in her group, but the attention has become too much, especially for you

Word count: 1115

Standing in between hundreds of screaming girls was not where you imagined yourself five years ago, especially not when you got with Ellie. Back then, she was practising guitar, doing small gigs at cafés and jazz bars late into the night. You attended everyone, that’s how you met her. Your friends had invited you on a night out, and she immediately caught your eye, playing one of your favourite songs.

From that day on, you’d showed up every night you were free and soon started to get noticed. One thing led to another, going on a few dates, sharing mutual friends, watching them create a band, and finally seeing them achieve their goals, a sold-out stadium. But now was when it set in. You were never claustrophobic, but your position made you think otherwise.

Bodies swarmed around yours, the screaming increasing when Ellie started her solo. You weren’t mad at how many people liked her, not at all – even though you were technically her first fan.

Something wasn’t right about this concert, but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You felt it in your core. A strange, sickening feeling.

Your vision tried to steady on Ellie, who was focused on each chord and strum of her guitar. The guitar you bought her. Despite being a broke college student, you still wanted to show Ellie that you cared and believed in her career, so you bought her the same cherry red guitar she held in her hands at that moment.

It was as if she loved the guitar more than you, funnily enough. It hung on the wall above your shared bed. She would dust it regularly, making sure that the strings were tuned, only using it during concerts. When she practised, it would be her older guitar, the same one she used the night you met her.

Now as you watched her kill the solo, like she did every time, you waited for the end, the moment when she would find you in the crowd during the last chord, almost dedicating the song to you. But it didn’t happen. Her eyes scanned for someone else. Her hand reached for another girl.

Up on stage was someone you had seen before, long jet-black hair, dark eyeliner, ripped jeans and a crop top. Her ex. She had brought her ex on stage. The band knew about you, how could they let this happen? How could they–how could she embarrass you like that?

Her ex takes the guitar and begins her own riff, something they had definitely planned behind your back. Questions rampaged through your mind. You were at almost every practice and rehearsal. Were they meeting up separately? You choke up, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

Ellie whispers something in her ear, holding her by the waist as she nods in response. The crowd goes wild, screaming and cheering. It was meant to be you on stage. She was meant to hold you. Her ex takes the neck of the guitar, turning it upside down and smashing it into the floor.

You lose count of the number of times they pass it between them, causing more damage than the last. A strong urge to empty your guts washes over you, pushing through the crowd, not caring who gets elbowed in the face.

The dressing room is filled with buzzing from outside, but it’s 100% better than watching your girlfriend smash a prized possession you bought her. Every answer your mind came up with wasn’t good enough. It didn’t make sense. Why? Why? Why?

Why would she do that to you? Your relationship had been strained for a few days after an argument over rehearsals. You barely spent time together any more, she was always out practising, even missing the dates you had planned.

This started a conversation about whether she cared about her career more than the relationship. You didn’t want to believe it but all your worries seemed to come true. Her added fame and success made things more difficult.

The time when she gave a group of VIP fans a tour backstage and bonded a bit too much with one of them sparked through your brain. It reminded you of what was happening on stage before you left. And now the show was over.

✦

Her bandmates come into the room before her, filling the space with awkwardness when they see you. None of them speak, going through the motions of drinking water, packing away instruments, and checking their phones without so much as an apology.

All of them knew about this but didn’t feel the need to tell you. You blamed them as much as you blamed Ellie. To think that you were the reason they were in that position now. If it wasn’t for you bringing them together, another band would be in their place.

“So no one wanted to tell me what Ellie was planning?”

Your question is met with even more silence, everyone looking awkwardly between themselves.

“We didn’t know—”

The door is pushed, followed by Ellie, now smiling with her ex directly behind her. She senses the tension in the air and motions for the others to leave. The three of you stand in silence for an eternity before Ellie finally says, “I can tell that you’re mad.”

Mad? That was the biggest understatement. Her ex doesn’t make eye contact, still standing behind her, hands folded across her chest.

“Are you fucking stupid?”

Maybe it was harsh, but there was no other way to convey your emotions. “Can I explain myself before we start throwing insults around? It was a prank. That wasn't the actual guitar.”

From a supply closet, she brings out the case and unzips it to reveal the guitar, still in perfect condition. No thought formed properly in your mind. Nothing made sense. It was a sick prank, something that made you physically ill.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Ellie?”

“This conversation won't go anywhere if you keep insulting her.” She had the audacity to speak to you. This was her fault, not just Ellie’s. What sane person would do something like that?

“This conversation is between me and my girlfriend. You know what? You two can have each other.” You push past them, slamming the door in the process.

Why was this happening? Did you piss off God? Were you paying for a mistake you made years ago? Whatever it was, it didn't make sense. What went through Ellie’s head to do that to you?

No one bothers going after you. Fortunately, you're able to grab a cab and go back to the hotel.

Where you were staying with Ellie.

[uncanny-tranny]

"If men got periods/needed abortion/got ovarian or breast cancer, those resources would be handed out like candy! They'd be more plentiful than ATMs!!"

You mean perisex cis men. You mean perisex cis men. Say what you mean.

I'm a trans man. I avoid all medical care because ninety percent of my doctors have not treated me properly because I am a trans man. I am acutely aware that doctors would be more than happy to not provide me care on the basis of my being trans, even if it costed my life.

Every time I so much as think about the doctors, I'm reminded of men like Robert Eads - of how my care is at the whim of the opinions a doctor has about my life. And because of my own past negative experiences, I hesitate to open my patient portal to schedule an appointment. When I have gotten a good doctor, it's not been the rule, it's the exception. I have a doctor right now who I'm lucky to see, who actually treats me like a human being. I'm celebrating that a doctor finally treats me like a person.

If you want to group all men as being the same, I hope you're willing to have that blood on your hands. Because that care is routinely kept away from men, and it's a real, tangible, systemic issue.

I don't talk about this because I see being trans as this negative thing, but because I want to continue living and I want my trans siblings to live. I understand the frustration that people have who say this - it's another systemic issue that also costs lives. However, I am alarmed at the trend of... forgetting or perhaps erasing that this is still an issue for men, that we literally aren't treated the same as somebody like a cis perisex woman. No doctor has ever treated me like one, and of that I know for a fact. And this is a simple fix - be clear about who you mean when you talk about a group of people or a specific phenomenon. That applies when you are talking about any group of people because, generally, these overgeneralizations will be useless because it can't apply to everyone, and might just hurt a group of people you may not even be intending on hurting.

[r1z3n]

More Batfam thoughts

You know I agree with the takes about Tim "I have parentified to a Insane Degree" Drake would look at most adults' authority over him including Bruce's with scoff and dismissal. Expect: Dick Grayson. And maybe Jason Todd. But not Batman or Bruce. Not his parents. Not Alfred. Not police or military. Not the president (Especially if it is Luthor). Not a single member of the Justice League even Wonder Woman. Tim will respect them all as people (mostly), as experts in their field and sometimes as missions leads. Dick Grayson on the other hand has the special place of being basically the only adult person that Tim Drake will respect as an authority. (and I also want to be clear Dick Grayson not necessarily Nightwing and Tim Drake not Red Robin as that is a different conversation) Which imagine how horrifying for people to realize that. Like image if will gotham rouges and Titans realizing that Tim Drake may technically be Batman's Robin III, but that is Dick Grayson/Nightwing's kid. The Gotham rouges/goons like Batman already on thin ice for the no kill thing, but most can rationalize it as grief, but Nightwing? First Robin? They trust but they don't forget that Robin is the reason they know there are worse and more horrifying things to experience then death. Also sure pissing Batman off is bad, but no one wants Nightwing hunting them down. Like no one was genuinely shocked about the Joker brief meeting with Hades. and the Titan or League realizing that Dick basically is the sole person standing in the way of Tim being the Best Villain in the world.

[imma-write-stuff]

I MADE MY BG3 AND SSX TRICKY BLOG

its @its-tricky-to-save-baldurs-gate

I will be posting quite a bit soon hehe

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

People will be like "Oh Kouyou is so mature and stable and put together" you're literally falling for her facade she is twenty six and projects so hard onto a suicidal 14 year old and the way she speaks is so antiquated it's ridiculous and her listed dislikes include hope she should be at the club

[zivazivc]

Meta & Flint, the freaks who named their daughter Oblivion.

Don't let their looks fool you, they are actually good parents. (Maybe "okay" parents, they did let Liv run away with her boyfriend they never met and his band at 15. (But she was responsible and called them to explain her decision and that she already talked with the school and will be taking special exams at the end of every semester, so it's all good lmao.))

In my AU the Techno/Rock Trolls are the largest population of mixed trolls. They live concentrated along the shore between the Rock and Techno Kingdoms and also extending north into the no-man's-land on the map. This whole area is simply referred to as "the Shallows". They have their own communities and villages there which are located partially on land or exposed reefs/rocks and partially in the water.

Liv grew up in one of those villages. Her parents own a small apartment carved into a cliff side above the ocean. Personally they prefer walking over floating/swimming, and they can't stay in the sun for too long either (they all inherited sun sensitive skin from their Techno sides) so this way they're mostly on land and also aren't in direct sunlight after noon.

It's a modest home but I imagine they must have the prettiest sunrises.

Despite the Shallows having their own communities they still belong under the Rock Kingdom which doesn't really care about them or their different needs much, so a lot of the trolls living there are very anti authority.

[theworldofkirby]

PLEASE STICK YOUR FINGERS BETWEEN THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PROMISE I WON’T BITE YOU AGAIN PLEASE I AM FRIENDLY AND ENTIRELY NON THREATENING