#I wrote a whole rant in the tags but I’ll keep it simple:

[mister-qi]

Kind reminder not to harass creators for their work. If you disagree with someone’s art or a fandom trend, instead consider spreading positivity for what you’d prefer instead.

[lnarizakis]

SAM HIT 1K !

hey, everyone! a few days ago i hit 1k followers and i’m so excited to share with you all this news! it’s been six months of writing, posting, and making new friends, and i’ve recognized the results of all of my efforts. thank you to everyone who’s been with me on this journey, even if i met you in march, or just yesterday!

i acknowledge that in the past i’ve been selfish and self-conscious about that number, but everyday i’m grateful that i have a growing number of people who have my back, supporting me, even if it’s through a simple like or even an anonymous ask telling me they really enjoyed a particular work of mine.

and, with everything you do in life, you encounter people who will support you, make your life better, and just know how to help you up when you’ve fallen: friends. that being said, i want to write a letter to all the friends i’ve made on here since i don’t know when i’ll be able to get the next chance to . . .

TRIS , i remember seeing you appear in the comments of almost all of my posts and i just want to thank you personally for always supporting what i have. you don’t realize how much every little comment means to me, really! it always puts a smile on my face to see you comment something and it feels like i’ve accomplished something, so thank you. @tris-does-stuff

HANA , you really don’t know how happy you’ve made me when you told me you were a fan of mine. it just... shocked me? to know that i have people out there that genuinely support what i do? we only really started talking for a couple of days but i feel a strong connection between the two of us (it really may be our matching mbti types, too!) and i’m so glad to be able to call you my friend. you didn’t hear this from me, but i constantly look back at the #anon makes me happy tag and read through those anonymous messages you sent me. i love them (and you) very much! @wansseul

ELLIOT , i know you as one of my biggest supporters for coaches don’t play, and i find that really heartwarming to see that even after, what, two months since i’ve updated, you reblogged it with the tag #thank you for updating! ! i was so happy to see that, and you even proceeded to send in an ask about it afterwards too! i know we don’t really talk often—but i definitely think we should— but i know that you’re so incredibly sweet, especially after i was having that rough slump of mine i think last month. you were so kind to tell me that you’d always be here if i need to talk with someone, so thank you very much. i’m very grateful to have met you! @keiyoomi

JJ , hey, jj!!! i know we haven’t talked in a hot second, but look! i’ve reached 1k followers! i remember you were around during my coaches don’t play days, and that you always sent an ask after almost every update. sometimes i fiind myself looking back at them and smiling, knowing that you were enjoying what i wrote, so thank you very much! i want to say another thank you for being there for me when i was feeling really down in the dumps, and for taking the time out of your day to write me a message on discord. i’m so grateful that you did so, and i hope life treats you well. also! i began reading the great gatsby for school, so we should talk about it sometime hehehe. @kunimwuah

DOVE , aka uvogin anon, dovey lovey, my favorite inbox invader! i . honestly don’t know how we met. like one day u just appeared in my inbox and BAM ! we started talking! and i don’t regret every single thing i send into your inbox (even beany cock) . i always look forward to whenever you send things in my inbox and i really mean it when i say you’re my favorite inbox invader >:) it makes me so happy to see you active on tumblr and to see what you bring me everyday. i am very grateful you’re in my life, and i hope we continue to talk more and more! @fantasiesofdreams

SAL , i remember the first time i talked with you! you liked one of my posts and i was like oh she seems cool, i’m gonna follow her and congratulate her on 400 followers. and soon enough, we started tagging each other in those tag games and later we just grew closer and closer! i’m so happy that we got really close and it always brightens my day to see you on my dash; you never fail to put a smile on my face. thank you so much for being my friend and always being there when i need a good laugh! @sugaanoya

AI , ai, ai love you! i remember following you for your “be my boyfriend” series, and i hope it continues on your new blog (no promises, of course!). i also was there during your blank kita era, and it was honestly something that made me laugh out loud. i’m pretty sure i turned on notifications for you at that point because i was so invested with this drama. you’re just an insanely nice person whose kindness rivals your love for suna (or is it sakusa? your disloyalty, tsk... just kidding!!!). i know that we haven’t talked a whole lot lately but i will be sure to hop in your inbox and stay for a while some time soon. thank you so much for being my friend and i hope you stay happy and healthy! @wiintiier

KAI , aka caca wife! i remember when we started talking on rircus, and at first i didn’t really know who you were, until one fateful night when the conversation about caca happened. at that moment i knew we had similar senses of humor and i remember that i couldn’t stop laughing. it was the caca madness! if i’m being completely honest, i look up to you as a big sister that i’ve never had and i really appreciate you for that, so thank you for being in my life! @lcaita

NAOMI , aka newmie! i remember we first started talking in rircus and i want to thank you for welcoming me so kindly in the server, and especially during the first night we talked, which is when i had a problem and you helped me out immensely. i just want to say thank you for every time that you’ve helped me, talked to me, and made me feel better when i felt less than okay. i’m so glad that i’ve met you and i hope you accomplish great things in your life. @kuraomi

MICKIE , probably one of the only people on discord whose mesages i find myself laughing at a lot. you’re always brightening up the mood wherever you go, and i always find myself looking towards what you have to say today. thanks for that! i also think about that (may i say, really funny) exchange between the two of us on here when you went: “oh god i can’t believe HE’S almost dead ahhh” and i have no idea who you were talking about so i went “omg it’s sero,” and you went on this LONG RANT and it was just so funny to me!!! thanks for always putting a smile on my face. and also! thank you so, so much for suggesting that i get curtain bangs, a decision i really don’t regret! i was afraid i was going to hate them, but i find myself looking in the mirror a lot and thinking: “wow, that is a whole different person.” in a good way! so thank you very much. @tokyoghoose

GERE , aka my ex-wife... sorry about that :( . i never got to say sorry for that but the caca bond runs strong, i hope you understand. i just want you to know how much of a kind person you are, and especially how welcoming you are, too. i was so glad to be welcomed so kindly in your server and it’s become one of my favorites to talk in. i also want you to know, that especially with current times, that things will get better and i’m so glad you’re staying positive with everything going on recently. i love you for you, please remember that!!! @t-amajiki

ISSA , omg, girly pop. hahahaha!!! issa, you’re such a genuine person and i remember meeting you for the first time on rircus. you welcomed me with open arms and you were just the kindest person i met on there. you’re someone who’s just so beautiful inside and out, and the way you’re so large and in charge with your feelings is something i really admire about you. i know we don’t talk so often, but i hope we do. i want to thank you for being my friend, and especially always making me laugh! i love you very much, issa! @indigohitoshi

KYLIE , kylie!!!! the co-founder of our son, iwaizumi hajime. this was literally peak popularity and i knew i was never to get as many notifications as i did in that moment. of everyone i could have shared the account with, i am so glad that i was able to do it with you because we were able to grow closer because of that. now we have this weird inside joke that our son gets mad cooch, and that every day we must think of in another life. where are the daily in another life tiktoks??? of course, our son isn’t the only thing i associate with you. you’re such a kind, hilarious, and genuine person, and to be honest, sometimes i really worry for your wellbeing. get some more sleep, kyl!!! you deserve it. i want you to be grucchi, not tired and wanting to die. thank you so, so much for being my friend, and i am so happy that i met you! @peppermintkiddo

TO, LIKE, EVERYONE FROM RIRCUS , the best people i could ever meet. i’m sorry i couldn’t write an individual letter to all of you, since we haven’t interacted so often for me to pick out one specific memory that i could hold and cherish, but know that every time i come on rircus and talk with you, it is a moment that i will always remember! thank you so much for being my friends and i love you all so, so incredibly much. @kaoyuuuuu @reogou @haikyuu-but-low-iq @yooooooooooomi @samdwich @kenmauwus @shirasusgf @macaronnv @king-kawa

TO EVERYONE THAT CONSTANTLY LIKES, REBLOGS, OR COMMENTS ON MY WORK , you know who you are. i know who you are. i can literally tag you right now. but i think i’ll prefer to keep the anonymity. thank you so much for sharing my work, giving me feedback, and everything. it mean so much to me, especially if there’s a comment attached to the reblog. you make me do a little happy dance!!! i love you so much for what you do and i hope you continue to support me in every way possible!

FOR PEOPLE THAT I MISS/PROBABLY WON’T READ THIS

MEL , hi mel! i’m not very sure if you will read this, but i am so happy that i met you and that we began talking. i remember we began talking after i asked for people to send in memes for that meme war against my sister. i told you i won, right? well, i did. ahhaha anyways, i am very sad that we sort of grew apart and i hope that we can begin talking again soon. you were the highlight of my spring semester. i enjoyed talking with you so much. but i hope that you and your family are currently doing well and that you stay happy and healthy! i miss you very much, melon, thank you for being a part of my life!

RAENAH , hi rae! i think meeting you was a blessing, to be honest. i can’t remember a time when i was utterly annoyed by your presence, nor was i ever mad with you. you are such a kind person with such a pure heart, and during your time on tumblr you really showcased it for everyone to see. you were literally with me from literally the very beginning, during the “my name is...” days, and all i can say is that i am blessed to have met you! thank you so much for lighting up my life, talking to me whenever you made the time, and especially playing minecraft with me. it was so fun, even if it was for a short while. i hope you had as much fun as i had! again, thank you so much for supporting, befriending, and getting to know me because i will never forget you on tumblr dot com. i hope you stay well and make sure you rest often, especially with uni! @a-kaashi

MIYU , where has miyu gone? just kidding. i know you’re there. i hope you read this because i don’t want to tag your new blog. anyways, i just want you to know you make my dash ten times better. it’s literally so boring without you spicing it up, with you talking with anons and your mutuals. i definitely think i should invade your inbox more, what do you think? when i was starting on tumblr, you were a very big inspiration to me and i am very proud of all the works you write. you still are someone i look up to as a writer, because you have such a creative spirit and it makes me so happy you’re able to showcase it for everyone to see. i hope you are staying healthy and well right now, and thank you so much for being my friend!

GIGI , poop. i genuinely miss you very much, but i know that school takes a priority for you. i hope you’re doing well with your classes and that you find the man of your dreams. hopefully it is not the skater boy because you deserve someone as insanely hot as kurapika. no cap. i remember during my chrollo pfp guy craze you were there to deter me away from liking him, but let me just tell you, we’re getting closer tbh. ;) . just kidding, we really aren’t, but we’ve been talking quite a bit. i also want to tell you that you’re someone who’s made me smile with everything you say, and i find myself sometimes typing the way you do. you’re an influence, gigi! please stay happy and healthy and make sure you get lots of rest during your time at school! @gigiwrite

MARS , best for last, am i right? i’m not really sure when i first saw you on my blog, but i remember you’ve been here for a very, very long time. i think it was back in july when we first started talking. you were 🦊 anon, and it made me so happy to read that you felt comfortable enough to reveal yourself! from there, i knew we had a bond from the way we interacted with one another. you’re just such a kind person and you show that to everyone you meet. it’s a quality i wish i had in myself and i really look up to you for your genuinity. sometimes i feel like i don’t thank you enough for how kind you are to me, but just know that with every time i talk i’m always grateful that you’re in my life and that i’ve met you. i know you’re someone i can always lean on and i hope you see me the same. thank you so much for being in my life; you’re someone who means a lot to me. @maru5hka

TO BASICALLY EVERYONE HERE

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 1K!!!! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME. i am so grateful for each and every one of you; you guys are so hot and sexy. i am so grateful to have met you all, even if it was just a simple “you’re added to the taglist!” or a “thank you so much!” i count it as you being my friend and you interacting with me. you guys aren’t my followers; you’re my friends. thank you so much for being my friend and being here for all of my weird shenanigans i have up my sleeve, whether it be my meme war against my sister, my obsession for blue lock, and my huge crush on chrollo pfp guy. well, here’s to me for being sappy and here’s to many more!

[quietlyapocalyptic]

do comments still hit you the way they used to? i noticed u've been writing for like six years or something. do comments ever annoy you?

Okay, I shall admit. There is a can of worms right here that you have lifted the edge of, and I debated whether I should open it all the way—because this is something that I’ve talked to people about a fair amount recently, but it’s not usually something that I’d rant about in an open space. But you know what? I have the time today, and there’s literally no reason for me not to.

I posted my first fanfic in 2010, before I was on ao3. I was still in high school, and every comment I got was a spark of excitement that brightened my whole day. But, you know—I was still in high school, and I still had a lot to learn, and not everyone thought my writing was good. I got a few flames, a few people telling me I should stop, that I sucked. I’m glad I didn’t listen to them, that I decided to keep writing anyway, that I learned to tell myself that the only person I was writing for was me—but those comments hurt. There were moments where I got close to quitting, where I thought I wasn’t good enough. But I was still getting enough nice comments from people that it balanced out, and I was having fun, so I just ignored them and kept on going. (For the most part anyway—there is one fic that I deleted before I’d finished posting it, and it won’t see the light of day again.)

I know that I have improved since then—everyone starts somewhere, and because I kept going I’ve got better at writing since high school. You’re right to assume (as I’m assuming you are, I suppose) that I get quite a few comments, and I suppose one might think that might lessen their effect.

Now, your question was whether comments ever annoy me. Do they ever annoy me? The answer is an easy yes. Oh god, yes. When I have seventeen different people on one fic demanding a sequel that I do not want to write because I like the way it ended—yes, they annoy me. When people don’t read the tags and swear at me for writing something sad—yes, they annoy me. When people tell me that I could have improved something by writing it  exactly the way that they would have, when people correct a typo and say nothing about the rest of the fic, when people leave a comment on a collab I’ve done with an artist without mentioning my partner at all—yes, they bloody annoy me. No matter how much I know that I’ve improved, stuff like that can still hurt, just the same as it always has. 

I could talk all day about how comments sometimes make me so mad I could throw my phone at the wall—but  you know what? It is only sometimes. Because the majority of the time, people are actually nice, and every time I get a nice comment, whether it’s a detailed essay, a simple ‘loved it’, a string of emojis or even a keysmash... no matter what it is, every time, it brightens my day. 

Every. Single. Time.

No matter how many I get, I still feel that same excitement and grin that same grin that I did back in high school. I put a lot of work into my fics, I’m proud of them. And even though I write them for me, even though I do it because I love writing and for no other reason, hearing that something I wrote brightened someone else’s day as much as it did my own is a feeling that I’ll never grow tired of, and a feeling that the very few assholes out there can’t take away from me.

So, TLDR and to answer your first question: Yes, comments do still hit me the same way they used to. Every single time.

[seblaine-rph]

Calling out an M/s rp

Now for my callout posts against @devilskeyhq, warning others of their problematic behavior and educating the admin team so that they can learn to be better admins to their players. Remember while reading this that I have spoken with almost a dozen people about this at this point and they all say the same things, with screenshot evidence to prove it:

First things first, the tea. For those that don't want to read this whole thing, I'll summarize. DevilsKeyHQ is an M/s rp that allows non consensual activity in character and refuses to add a warning that people can see before they apply that lets them know. They were told that they were triggering their players that expected to be in a safe, sane, and consensual group but were subjected to mass rape and their response was to publicly humiliate everyone that had complained and allow their other players to rant about how wrong it was to complain and how upset everyone was to have to alter the group in order to keep everyone safe. 

They bully people with autism both ic and ooc by treating their inquiries and commentary as stupid and using microaggressions to humiliate them and make them feel invalid. 

They're stalking @thedaltonsanctuary because it's a real D/s roleplay that two of their previous players have had since 2017 and there's a real concerning level of paranoia being thrown out in order to slander them; the moment that TDS started to take off, they decided there wasn't room in the tags for two groups and they kicked them out of DK without warning or anything happening other than TDS getting a bunch of apps, and started trying to bully the group and the players completely out of the roleplay community. There are still players in DK that are too afraid to leave right away because they don't want to be stalked, harassed, and bullied because of the fact that they were made to feel uncomfortable and unsafe. Some of them plan on leaving roleplay entirely as soon as it’s safe to leave DK without being noticed or being obvious about not agreeing with the admins. 

My opinion on the matter is that two people very unfortunately chose to "give themselves a break" from admining their own groups and got to know people in a group that is headed by very toxic admins and a couple of toxic players as well. They were kind enough to try to take care of other people, even though they didn't have to and knew that they were probably going to get kicked out for telling the admins that people weren't comfortable. They were warned by the friends that had been in the group that they were almost definitely going to be either bullied out or immediately removed. The admins didn't like that there was someone else that was more knowledgeable on D/s and they didn't like that there was someone who was looking out for the safety of the whole group instead of putting the admins and their friends first. And the real tipping point was watching another roleplay flourish-- by the same people that had already proven themselves to be more knowledgeable and better at being admins. Now they're trying to slander this group in an attempt to become the only smut group in the tags and it's honestly so very middle school and everything I'm about to go through disgusts me to my core.

Before I begin, I’d like to remind everyone that none of this would have happened if people weren’t triggered by M/s content dominating what was supposed to be a D/s rp without any warning about the content. I’d also like to remind everyone that when this problem was brought to the admin team, it was as easy as accepting that they may have done something wrong and deciding to either end all M/s activity (which some people seemed to not want) or label their main with a warning so that nobody else was triggered by that surprised. If you’re looking for a TLDR on how this should have been handled, that’s it right there. There is no reason at all for any of what I’m about to say to have happened. 

I'll start with the easiest thing to explain; the bullying of people with autism. I'll explain quickly here that people that are neurotypical do not think in the same ways that people who aren't. This causes an uncomfortable rift in communication that when not addressed properly, can become bullying. @disabilityrph is going to be posting a guide very soon on how to spot and avoid bullying people because of their autism, as has definitely happened in this case. So I won’t go into too much detail, but I will give you an example.

EXAMPLE: If you as an admin write out an event post explaining what it going on in the roleplay, there is never an example in which it is okay to passive aggressively dictate the thought that any question given is a stupid question.

HOW THAT WORKS: If someone asks, "Will this be involved?" the proper reply is never going to be, "Why would that be involved? It doesn't make sense that it would be." Just because you find the answer to the question obvious, does not mean that everyone does, especially someone with autism. The proper reply is a simple answer; yes or no, and if you feel like it might be necessary you can add why that is the answer. As an admin, you never want to make any one feel humiliated for asking a question in order to fully understand your group. There is never a stupid question. All questions are valid. You have to remember that not everyone thinks in the same way that you do, some people will have questions that you didn’t consider. Some people will read what you wrote and have questions that you think the answers to are obvious, but clearly they’re not if someone is asking! Nobody should ever get a sarcastic or passive aggressive answer from an admin. 

After speaking with multiple autistic players within the grpc, as well as players within DevilsKey itself, I have been told that this happens a lot. They will ask questions ooc and people will reply as if they are stupid for asking. When they bring up thoughts in character that other people don't agree with, they get treated like they're stupid again. I've been shown screenshots of this happening to people in DevilsKeyHQ with my own eyes. This is a damned shame.

The next topic is the fact that their roleplay is obviously a Master/slave roleplay because of the fact that a large group of people were raped by the NPCs that the admins have created. I saw that there was ooc warning that a punishment was coming, but the simple fact is that nobody would ever expect rape to be involved in a D/s punishment. Nobody would expect anything that left lasting damage, because punishments are not meant to be traumatic in D/s. A punishment is meant to better a person, they should walk away feeling as though they have learned a lesson and worked through anything that they had to feel bad for. If there is any power play that is being used to traumatize people or make them do literally anything at all that is against their will, that is M/s and not D/s. The distinction is important because people use D/s as a means of therapy, to get over their trauma. Someone who was raped, for example, might become a submissive so that they can work through their trauma under the guidance of a Dominant and if that Dominant chose to rape them as a punishment because they weren't fitting their role well enough? That would be abuse, that is not D/s. BDSM holds RACK and the concept of safe, sane, and consensual above all else.

Asking for that distinction to be made clearly is completely within a person's rights here on Tumblr. It's a smart thing to do, and any admin that cared at all about creating a safe space for their group would never do anything like that. They would take their problematic behavior into account and properly label the main Tumblr blog for their roleplay. I read through it, it does not at all sound like the roleplay that I have screenshots of in my inbox. You do not rape someone anally for hours and hours against their will in a roleplay where the words "safe, sane, and consensual" are written on the main. That's just common sense and decency.

The players that were kicked out are not the only ones that I have spoken with and they are not the only ones that were uncomfortable. They're also not the only people that will be leaving the group because of this. 

The sequence of events for how this roleplay came to my attention are as follows:

Two roleplayers were writing with multiple members of DevilsKey and chose to join the group at the request of their friends. They created characters that had family connections to their friends, and wrote their bios with their friends, and their friends had all been in the group for months at that point. This was not a calculated plan, this was an attempt to roleplay in the roleplay community. They joined the ooc discord server before their apps were accepted in order to get a better understanding of the roleplay, but all of the roleplay was hidden and nothing that was shown gave them any indication that it was an M/s rp. These two players brought in original characters and immediately made various connections with other players within the roleplay. They were more active than the admin's own characters, if you ask for my opinion on it. That proves that they were interested in making connections with DevilsKey, they put the effort in to make them.

Then the punishment was warned. I read this warning. Nowhere did it say anything that would in any way warn about the content of the punishments. It is specifically stated that they are focusing on D/s so it should be a normal D/s punishment. Instead, when the plot dropped, a large group of characters were stripped and dragged to cells where they were denied food and tortured for an entire week. These characters were raped and humiliated, abused and broken in ways that defy every covenant of the D/s and BDSM handbook.

From day one, people were triggered. I have screenshots of DMs that go back that far. But the player that was being complained to was also told not to go to the admins for the first few days, because the people who were upset were afraid that the admins would bully them and kick them out for "complaining." Days were spent with these people being triggered by the rape that was being forced in front of their eyes. They stayed in the group for the same reason that anyone stays in an abusive relationship; you can't let go of the "good things." They had spent months in this group, getting to know these players ooc and developing their muses ic. They were attached, especially considering the lack of groups in the tags and the lack of involvement in the grpc.

But enough became enough eventually. When people started to realize that they were triggered and that they were not feeling any better, they weren't sleeping, they didn't want to eat, and the punishment was coming to a close but they were beginning to realize that even though the plot was about to be over, it wasn't over. Their characters all had lasting damage, some just mental but most physical as well. The damage was done. Even if they managed to drag their characters out of the depressing hole they were in, they had to fear this happening again. They didn't sign up for an M/s rp. They didn't sign up for rape. They didn't sign up for trauma. So they hadn't expected it. And nobody gets to decide that a person’s feelings aren’t valid because it took them time to be comfortable having them relayed. 

The player that is suddenly being accused of being "far too close to his Dominant character" went to the admin as a fellow admin. He explained that he had previous admin experience, so he understood their position. He explained that he had real world experience in the D/s community, so he understood what he was talking about based on his own experience and that of the community he spends time in every day, and had a serious concern for the wellbeing of the writers in the group. He told them that he didn't want to start trouble, that he wanted everyone to remain calm and that he didn't want anyone to be anxious. When he got busy and had to table the conversation for real life, he even told the admin that he wasn't silent because of them. He was very gentle. He explained the difference between M/s and D/s and he explained why it is important to properly label groups. He was asked a series of questions that made it look like his concern was being taken seriously, and then it was completely not taken seriously in the group chat.

The reason players had asked one person to go to the admins was because they were too afraid to, they were intimidated and they did not want to deal with any negative blowback they'd get for being upset. The admins proved their concern to be founded when they not only posted about everything that had been said in the ooc, they allowed other players to basically humiliate the people who complained by saying they didn't agree, so nobody could be upset, and in fact they were the ones who were greatly upset and the people who complained should feel guilty about it because now it changes the whole entire plot of the entire group for them and they don't get to finish adding more traumatic plots to the event. One of the admins even joined in to talk about how mad they were that people weren't comfortable enough with them to talk to them? And explained that they had admin issues in the past too, but despite how anyone might be feeling or what makes them most comfortable... it's a slight against the admins and they've been hurt.  

I don't think I need to explain why that is wrong. No admin should allow their players to speak like that in the ooc chat. No admin should air that much dirt in public either; it would have sufficed to say, "After further consideration, we have decided that there might be a few issues with this plot drop and we are here to let you know that it's being dropped. The past still happened, but no further punishments will be doled out and we are considering a new way of dealing with punishment plots in the further." As an admin, it is your job to keep your players safe, and you really dropped the ball there. Not only did you let your players publicly humiliate people, leaving more than one of your players going to bed crying and thinking that they were going to wake up to the entire group hating them and/or their role being removed, but one of the admins added to it themselves and made people feel like now they really couldn't go to the admins. Who would go to someone who does not keep them safe? Who airs their complaints so everyone can boo at them on a public forum? Who shames and guilts them for being anxious? Especially when their concerns weren't really addressed and they were told they were wrong? The plot was ended, but it was made clear that it wasn't because the admins wanted to continue in a way that was safe for all of their players or to find a way to stay in D/s territory and out of M/s non con.

Both players that were removed stepped in the ooc chat to say that it would be better to be mindful of everyone's feelings, and that it wasn't really kind to invalidate all of the people that had complained. It was explained that if things had been properly labeled, this wouldn't have been an issue, because anyone who doesn't want to associate with non consensual activity would avoid it. Many players chimed in to agree with both sentiments.

That situation was taken care of in a poor way, but it was handled and it was ended. The players that were removed were not triggered or affected by M/s material. One of them was upset about the fact that their character was only punished once, in fact, while all of the admin's own characters had been punished three or four times and kept being pulled up to either get hurt or hurt other people. By force. In a D/s rp, let me remind you. But the fact that the players weren't kicked out then proves that this had nothing to do with their removal. It would be pretty shitty if it did, because for an admin to kick someone out for telling them that they had players triggered for days and feeling upset and then turn around and scream and wonder why nobody wants to bring any of their concerns to them is a level of denial I'm not ready to accept myself. Both players continued to plot ooc and they continued to write with multiple people. They were still talking to everyone that had been triggered, keeping tabs on them, making sure they felt alright. The admins were not doing anything to make sure their players were alright, despite knowing that they weren't.

Before they joined DevilsKeyHQ, both players had been talking to several other roleplayers about their previous Tumblr roleplays. They started a sfw au roleplay group a few months ago and had been talking to friends about previous group plots and new ideas to see if they wanted to work together to either bring an old group back to life or start a new one. TheDaltonSanctuary was open years ago and has not changed since it was originally opened, aside from the addition of a second admin. Multiple people from DevilsKeyHQ had been in TDS previously, when it opened the first time. That particular admin has at least 30 groups between discord and Tumblr. The one that their friends chose-- and I have screenshots of this too-- to encourage them to open was TDS. They opened for acceptances on the 18th. They joined DevilsKeyHQ on the 24th. The fact that the admins of DK want to try to say that TDS is in any way a copy of them or a threat to them when they are two entirely different roleplays and TDS was made years and years ago is all the proof that I need that the admins of DK are just petty, immature, and can’t handle not feeling as though they are the only and best option; but of course, there’s plenty of proof of that, in my opinion.

There have been allegations that they stole NPS from DevilsKey, but a quick look at the main proves that to be false. There are no OC NPC characters in TDS. It was also stated in the ooc discord server after they were removed from DK that the admins were upset and angry because one of the players had brought their OC Sterling twin to their own rp. Anyone is allowed to birth a muse and then decide that they like them so much that they want to see them in an au setting. The character that the other player brought to DK was an OC from his own group and he said so multiple times and nobody accused him of stealing from his own group? But the admins believe they own an OC because it was born in their group. 

Their official announcement for why these two were removed stated that they had:

taken an OC from DK to TDS and therefore they needed to be removed in order to "keep DK's plot safe" (but DK is completely unusable for an actual D/s rp)

clearly only joined DK to try to poach players for TDS (though they never once said a word about their rps to anyone, and wouldn't even say which plots were still active, which were groups, or which were 1x1s when talking ooc about what they've written before)

and finally for their "little outburst in the ooc group chat" in which they said that it wasn't kind to invalidate people who had been courageous enough to finally (after days of being unable to) asked for the admins to be informed that they were triggered

It's already been stated that TheDaltonSanctuary and DevilsKeyHQ have two entirely different plots. TDS is a safe environment where there is BDSM info in the ooc server and characters are placed in a sort of rehab and recreational environment that is geared towards mental health, education, and finding and maintaining a healthy claim. DevilsKeyHQ is one of those sex island groups, there have been thousands in the tags where the plot is always the same; people are taken to a sex island and have to live by M/s rules or they'll be punished with penetrative rape via multiple orifices.

With no reason to get rid of the players that knew more than they did, looked out better for their players, and now were thriving in a real D/s group... the admins kicked them out and made stuff up. If they were being removed for asking that the admins consider the safety of their players, it would have happened when it happened. If they were being removed for stealing from DK to put things in TDS, they would have kicked them out back then too-- because it was known that they had TDS for a long time before. They were only kicked out of the group when TDS started to gain traction and one of the admins brought their OC in and one of the players that had applied to TDS before the admins joined DK brought an OC from DK too. So it's clear that jealousy has fueled this entire debacle and it was so easy to solve.

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Betrayal| H.O

A/n: i wrote this in the middle of the night, the idea randomly came in my mind. There may be a few spelling and grammar errors. And sorry, Harrison doesn’t talk in this, he is just there and there are people fighting about him? I thought about writing a part two for this one but wasn’t sure, so if you want a part two let me know!

word count: 1616

warning: ANGST and a lil fluff in the beginning, but that just a tiny bit, after that it’s just angst. 

summary: best friend is a backstabbing bitch

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I and my now ex-best friend have lived together for like 4 years. We barely knew each other when I moved in, but that changed pretty soon after. We weren’t just best friends, we were like sisters, inseparable even. We have a long history together, we did a lot of crazy and weird things, we’ve helped each other through tough times, we were each other’s wingman, actually I was more the wingman. And yes, you read it correctly, past tense. Everything is changed, broken, ruined because of the one thing she did that I didn’t want her to do.

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We were at a house warming party when we met Tom and Harrison, we became fast friends and we hung out together a lot. We even became friends with their friends. I always had a thing for Harrison, first I thought it was because of that one beer I drank at the party, but that wasn’t the case. Every other time I saw him I got butterflies in my stomach. Most girls would say that the liked him because he’s hot, but I didn’t. I mean, he’s hot, but that’s not all he got.    That smile and laugh *sighs happily*, that just make my day. He also has the most beautiful ocean coloured eyes. He is the kindest, most caring person I know, he has great humour and he is so talented. He is just the absolute best.

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You were hanging out at your apartment with your roommate, Tom, Tuwaine and Harrison with a couple beers. It was very late and you let the boys stay. Your roommate provided enough pillows and blankets and in the meantime you were looking for some spare clothes that they gave you when you were staying at their place. While the guys were changing, you already cleaned the place up so that it wouldn’t be a bother for when you woke up in the morning/afternoon. Almost an hour later and everybody said their goodnights and went to sleep.

You were the first to wake up and with having people stay at your place it sucked. You couldn’t do much, because it would wake everybody else, so you stayed in bed for another hour. You then decided to freshen up a bit and changed into comfortable clothes that weren’t your pyjamas, a sports legging and a simple t-shirt.

You and your roommate always had weird wake-up calls for each other after a night out or when hanging out with others.

“Wake up, fucker!” You said while opening your roommate’s bedroom door. “O-OH my god, you’re actually fucking!” You closed her door quickly. You didn’t see who she was with, but it was probably one of her ‘friends with benefits’ friend, so you didn’t think much of it. “My eyes!” You scream in agony while walking down the stairs and trying to be as dramatic as possible.

You grabbed your favourite mug and made yourself some tea in the kitchen and walked to the living room to see if the rest of your friends are awake. “Hey y/n/n what was all that upstairs”? Tom asks looking up from his phone. “Oh, nothing more than my eyes being scarred” you say casually. ”Where’s Haz?” You asked after you’ve scanned the room and only seeing a sleeping Tuwaine on the other side of Tom on the couch.

“Toilet maybe?” He says not looking up from his phone. You knew no one was upstairs in any of the rooms and you didn’t see anyone in the toilet downstairs… that could only mean one thing.

“Oh god” you dropped the hot mug on the floor. The mug was scattered everywhere. You were disappointed that your favourite mug was broken, but that wasn’t the only thing that was broken. You walked out of your shared apartment, not knowing where to go or what to do, you just needed to clear you mind.

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20-30 minutes later you came back home and went straight to your bedroom ignoring the calls you got from your friends and only thinking that you need to pack your stuff right away.

Your best friend goes after you and calls you a couple times, but you kept ignoring her.

“Piss off” you say cutting her of from saying your name again. You grabbed a couple big and small bags and began to pack your clothes. “Y/n just listen-“ “How could you? You- you back stabbing bitch! How the fuck could do that to me?!” you cut her off again.

“After everything I’ve done for you. I did everything for you. I took care of you when you were too wasted, I took care of you when you were sick and even when nothing was wrong with you. I’d let you rant and cry when you were mad, sad, feeling down, I dried your tears. I’ve done so much for you and this is how you repay me?” you yelled at her. You’d never yell at people, but now you didn’t care anymore. “I know you did the same for me, I told you everything, my secrets, my problems, everything! And those times you weren’t there, he was. He talked with me for hours, in person or just on the phone, he could make it better by just giving me a hug or when I looked at his stupid face. Getting lost in those stupid ocean eyes, hearing that stupid angelic noise of a laugh, it would make me feel better, just like how you’ve helped me.” You say in a calmer voice. You were silent for a moment, still busy with packing your clothes

“So why did do it? And don’t come with that bullshit you drank too much, you were drunk. I know you weren’t drunk, you only drank one beer, you know how I know? I gave you that fucking beer, I removed all the booze from your room, I made sure you couldn’t hurt yourself. You know why? Because I fucking care about you!” You yell again. She was taken aback by what you said and adverted her eyes to the ground.

“And you just betrayed me! My best friend, my sister betrayed me!” Tears were now falling down your cheek, making your sight blurry.

“Out of every guy in this world, you chose him. That one guy in my life who isn’t a piece of shit like all the others. You knew I didn’t date much, I didn’t crush on guys as much as you did. Couldn’t you just let me have this one? Like I did for you? I’d always be your wingman, give them your number even though they looked cute and handsome. Oh and you couldn’t even text me that there was a guy in your bed, like you always do with your hook-ups? It’s like you wanted me to walk in on you.” You looked up at her. She looked stone faced, guilty. Not really knowing what to say. You turned around to pack the rest of your belongings.

 “You know there always two sides of the story?” she finally says, still not daring to look at you. “Yes I know, yours and his, but I’m not blaming him. Maybe it’s just all my fault that I never talked about these things with him, that I never declared my undying love for him, but I didn’t want to make things awkward or ruin our friendship. I would only tell him when I couldn’t take it anymore, remember when I told you that?” Mockingly asking a rhetorical question.

“There is one thing I know for sure about what happened, that it’s definitely you fault.” You were calm, kept your voice low, but the words still came out harshly. “You slept with him, knowing that I have a crush on him since he came in my life, knowing what the consequences are, knowing you’d be quilty, and knowing that you could ruin everything and end a friendship.” Trembling from anger you looked her straight in her eyes, you remembered the things you thought about those last 4 years.

“I know friends can drift apart, I never wanted that to happen to us and when I thought about it happening, I hoped it wouldn’t be bad and that we still could keep in touch with each other, and not just like ending a friendship forever. But hey, guess what? That nightmare became reality.” You say quietly and chuckle about what you just said.

 “I’ll come back for the rest of my belongings, don’t know when, I don’t even know where I’ll be. If necessary I’ll live in my car.” You closed your bags and walked to your bedroom door.

“I’m not paying this month’s rent, you on your own.” You say while walking

You stopped at your bedroom door and said “I hope you’ll be happy, you deserve to be. You really do, I know you had a shit time and I do want you to be happy in your life, but I won’t be in your life anymore.” You doubt whether you should say anything else or just stay quiet and walk away.

“And uh- thank you for all the good things in my life, for helping me, we had a great time together. “ You said before walking away. 

You threw the biggest bags downstairs and walked behind it. The boys called you a couple times, but you just responded ones with a “nope” not wanting them to go after you. You slammed the door shut and put all the bags in your car and drove off.

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That’s how my ex- best friend and roommate ended our friendship and possibly my friendship with my other best friend, Harrison.

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Snowbaz- Slight AU Chapter One

Inspired by a post by @numptypitch

This story takes place at Watford, they still have magic and the Humdrum does not exist. Please remember that this is my first ever Snowbaz fic, as well as my first time writing any type of story on tumblr so please tell me how you like it! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Simon PoV

Weeks. It’s hard to remember it’s only been weeks since the beginning of the school year. With Baz missing, it feels like it’s been forever and a half. I get anxious thinking about how weeks turn into months, and months could turn into Baz never coming back to Watford. Sometimes I wonder if he’s purposely not at school just to mess with me, but then I remember how much education mattered to his mother, and how much she mattered to him. I don’t think he’d willingly miss school unless the Old Families made him.

I bet they’re planning on overthrowing the Mage. They’ve been trying to ever since he took office. Allegedly because he can’t take care of the school and students. That’s what they say, at least.

Penny says I should stop focusing on Baz and politics and start focusing on magic and my classes. I don’t know why I listen to her, I hate magic. I’m supposed to be the best, the Chosen One, but I can’t do anything. I can’t control my power. Anyone else here would be better off as the Chosen One. Penny would be amazing. Even Baz would be bloody perfect.

Magic is the least of my problems right now; because I live in a world where my roommate is my rival.

And he’s still missing.

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Baz PoV

After spending who-knows-how-long trapped by fucking numpties, pondering different (and completely improbable) ways to become Simon Snow’s boyfriend, Fiona finally rescues me. I don’t even know what to say, so I gratefully chow down in the back seat (because the front seat is for people who haven’t been kidnapped by fucking numpties).

The whole ride to Watford is silent, save for the soft sounds of whatever ‘edgy’ CD Fiona decided to play. Fiona dropped me off. I tried to thank her as I got out of the car, but she shooed me away and popped the trunk so I could grab my bags. We didn’t say goodbye to each other; we never do.

I stalled going back to our room. I was in no shape to see Snow again. I had dealt with having to think of him whilst being held captive by the scum of magical creatures. Instead of heading to the Mummers house or checking in with the staff for missed schoolwork, I head to the kitchen and grab a snack before going to the catacombs and draining a few rats. Once I’m full, I stay in ‘le tomb de enfants’ and try to think of a good excuse to tell Snow when he (inevitably) asks where I’ve been. Once I think of something half-believable, I emerge, letting myself adjust to the light again before going to unpack my bags.

A few minutes after I start unpacking, Snow and Bunce burst through the door, laughing. The moment they see me, they freeze. It takes all of my willpower to not turn to Snow, just to see his perfectly imperfect face. I’d missed him, more than I’d ever like to admit. I finished unpacking the small duffel on my bed before I finally looked up, standing straight and trying not to cry of happiness at the sight of him. Even seeing Bunce was a relief. I shouldn’t be like this, I can’t cry in front of my peers; I’m a Pitch. Pitches aren’t weak.

My shoulders fell after noticing how tired Snow looked. By this point in the year, he’s usually put on a few pounds and caught back up to where he was supposed to be, but he looked like he had just come in the door on the first day back. It broke my heart; I hope desperately this wasn’t because of me.

We all just stood there, staring. Snow looked just about to cry. I thought he’d have better self control in front of Bunce, but I was tempted to shout ‘Anathema’ when he ran across the room and tackled me. It took me a few seconds to realise that he was hugging me, and I ‘reluctantly’ returned it. Bunce looked horrified, but turned on her heels and marched out of the room, giving us privacy. I honestly thought Snow might crush me. So, to keep up appearances, I put an end to one of the best moments of my life (like an idiot).

“Are you just about done being sentimental or are we going to braid each other’s hair and talk about boys as well?” I sneered. Snow jumped off of me like I told him I have the plague, and immediately put his walls back up.

“If you ever disappear like that again, your welcome back will be a hell of a lot different, you hear?” Snow scolded me like he was my father, so I rolled my eyes the way any other moody teenage boy would. I couldn’t help but find his words endearing, no matter the threat behind them.

I know that my chances with Snow are practically nonexistent. I understand that he’s in a ‘happy’, straight relationship with a beautiful, perfect dream-girl. I get that he hates me more than I do. We could never be on friendly terms, let alone anything... more. So, I figured that it’s time for me to move on. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be completely over Snow, but I want to be happy with someone.

That’s why I’ve decided to come out to Watford. My family already knows (even though my father isn’t thrilled, he’s still supportive of me), so I think it’s time to take the next step. Fiona gave me a small pride pin on my birthday. I’m going to stick it on my bag and wait for people to notice. It seemed simple enough, while still being effective and clear. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but I knew that no one would dare make fun of me if they wished to keep all of their fingers. Nevertheless, little cartoon bats flurried around in my gut, blowing the intensity of such a small gesture way out of proportion. Before I could chicken out, I pricked the soft leather of my bag and pushed the pride pin through.

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Coming out went much better than I thought possible: I burst into the dining hall, proudly sporting the colorful pin. It was small, but still big enough to be noticed. Everybody stared, a few people came up to me and told me how proud they were. I’d give them a small, tight lipped smile and thank them in return.

In my seventh class of the day, a boy with wildly curly black hair and dazzlingly blue eyes sat next to me. He was short for our age, and his ghostly pale skin was dotted with a few light freckles (not nearly as many as Snow has).

“Hey.” He murmured. His accent had a slight German influence, but his voice was smooth and steady, despite the waves of anxiety I could sense from him. “I’m Amery. Amery Hartkee.” He added, sticking his hand out for me to shake. I took it cautiously, waiting for him to continue.

“I’m Baz.” I offered, when he said nothing.

“Is Baz short for something?”

“Yeah...” I debated telling him my full name, knowing he would most likely laugh. I decided it didn’t matter, so I looked him straight right in the eye and silently challenged him. “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.” I said in the most stable monotone I could manage. He looked toward the front of the classroom.

“Tasteful.” He smirked, before Miss Possibelf made her way to the front of the room and started our lesson. I’d already been taught what we were learning today, so I spaced out and thought about Amery. He seemed great, and a little part of me couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to love someone beside Snow; to give my affection to someone like Amery, someone who could possibly return them. It was a tempting thought; but I think I’m getting ahead of myself.

I would be lying if I said I’d never noticed him before. It’s impossible not to, the windows shine directly to his seat, framing his dark curls and light skin. He rarely wore his uniform in class, and the pastel green jumper he wore instead hung loosely on his thin frame. There was no denying how attractive he was.

My thoughts are interrupted by a snippet of paper that was dropped on my open book. I opened the folded note to see the neat, condensed, all-caps writing of the boy next to me.

DO YOU GET ANY OF THIS CRAP?

I carefully and smoothly wrote a reply, before folding it back and handing it carefully to Amery.

My father made me take a few classes over summer to make sure I was ‘ahead of the game’... so, yes

He nibbles on the end of his pen before scribbling out a response.

MIND MEETING IN THE LIBRARY AFTER CLASS? I THINK I NEED THE HELP OF AN EXPERT ^ ~^

I smiled softly at the note, before turning and nodding to Amery. I folded the paper into a small square and stored it in my bag. It only then occurred to me that Amery might only have started talking to me because I was out.

The bell rang shrilly, dismissing us all for the day. Amery and I walked toward the hallway, idly chatting. I held in a chuckle at his wild hand gestures as he ranted excitedly about some Normal song artist that he was practically in love with.

Maybe this is the year I move on.

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What did you guys think! Please feel free to reblog if you liked it, I know it took a really long time but I wanted to make sure it was what I wanted- especially since this is the first story I’m posting on here! If you want to be tagged in the next chapter, please say so! I’m doing this for you guys, so please if you have questions/comments/concerns/theories or anything else feel free to contact me!

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WIP Challenge

Tagged by: @summertime-children

Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @cryptoriawebb, @ibmiller, @iceperialprincess, and @otherwise-uncolonized

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I'll also do what deta did and post comments + short fragments.  (Be warned it'll be very long though, and most of these are actually Pokémon fics since I was a much more prolific writer when I was younger, and that was the fandom I wrote mainly for.)  I also won't be including "Heroes and Thieves" on here (or any DC/superhero stuff really since I’ve essentially “done” everything I had planned for now), as *technically* it is all already completed in draft form, and I'd like to keep things a surprise for whenever I do end up posting~

Hero and Seek

“Well, we’re all together now, so let’s have some fun, all right?  Don’t worry, it’s really simple.  One person is the ‘demon’, and the others have to hide from him.” “Eh?  A ‘demon’?  But that’s scary!” Three pairs of eyes turned up to her in fear.  Those eyes, which screamed and streamed the stark color of blood the first time she saw them – not just from tears, but from the ‘monster’ they believed dwelled deep within.  She thought for a moment, then removed her scarf. “How about this then?  Whoever’s the ‘hero’ has to find and rescue the others.  It’s a very important Blindfold Brigade mission!”

I’ll start with the one Kagepro fic I did attempt at least, which I described previously here, but is basically about Ayano + the Meka Trio playing “Hide and Seek” for the first time.  (I actually had it originally titled as that but just came up with this new version on the spot lol I’m so clever~)  For some reason I’ve always been hesitant about reading/writing Kagefic, but I actually got a fair bit farther in this than I thought, so perhaps I should try to finish it someday... Princes and Frogs

“K-Koizumi-senpai… Um… Please go out with me!” Itsuki stared down at the tiny underclassman, watching a rose mantle spread slowly over her cheeks as she gazed back with shy, but determined hope in her bespectacled eyes.  The older boy could make out his own handsome face reflected off the lens, a virtual image embellished by sparkling hearts and stars.  With dim satisfaction and relief, Itsuki ensured that his bright, patient smile betrayed no hint of the weary sigh that whispered behind it.

This is an intro excerpt of the first chapter I planned to write for an ItsuHaru fic from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which I only ever posted the prologue for.  ItsuHaru was my first obsessive OTP, and I still think about returning to this story someday (especially since I have now proven to myself I *can* finish a full chapter fic if I put my mind to it), but it’s been so long I feel like I’d need to refresh my memory of the whole series/am still holding out hope for a Season 3 to motivate me again. *shot*

Fall to Pieces

As Itsuki stared at Yuki’s vacant visage, his resentment kept building.  His hands clenched, rigidly gripping the edge of the table.  Somehow, it just didn’t seem fair.  That she could so easily ignore the madness fate had dealt them, never reveal any signs of suffering or bitterness towards her situation, and yet always, always wear the same damn expression on her face. How could she possibly stand it? He can’t stand it. (any more)

An ItsuYuki one-shot, where Itsuki basically blows up at her from pent-up frustration over having to wear a mask all the time and his hidden feelings for Haruhi.  The two start to form a connection over their respective “unrequited loves”/understanding of each other’s pain, and one thing leads to another...  Like “Heroes and Thieves”, this is in fact technically “complete”, since I actually used the leftover steam from the former towards finishing at least one thing I started a long time ago - although I’m still not sure I’m totally satisfied with it/kinda want to wait to figure out what I’m doing with my other ItsuHaru fics before I publish it by itself.  (Incidentally the working title comes from an Avril Lavigne song lol.)

Little White Lies

“Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love.  But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps the difficulty.” -George MacDonald, The Light Princess - Haruhi Suzumiya was walking on air. Itsuki could tell by the way she glided into the clubroom, sailing like a paper airplane – or a balloon with an inflated ego to match.

...Yeah that’s as far as I got with this.  This was meant to be a “White Day” story, which is Japan’s “answer holiday” to Valentine’s Day, where guys reciprocate by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates.  I always wondered how the boys actually responded in-universe, and I imagine Itsuki secretly stressing out a lot about taking care to not upstage Kyon, but at the same time wanting to sincerely express his genuine appreciation and feelings towards Haruhi - whatever they may be.  In the end, he settles on a copy of “The Light Princess” by George MacDonald, which I highly recommend reading since it reminds me so much of this pair, and in general is such a fun and snappy “tongue-in-cheek” take on the fairytale genre. Sora in Wonderland

But wait- this one was a bit different from all its brothers and sisters.  For one thing, it was wearing a fancy waistcoat with pockets- and sleeves that were far too long for it.  As soon as it passed by her head, it stopped and slowly turned its head around to stare directly at her with its huge circular yellow eyes.  Sora stared vacantly back for a full five seconds before the information registered in her brain and she suddenly yelled, “Hey!”, and sat bolt upright.  The Heartless panicked upon hearing her voice and fled at top speed across the white sands, headed towards an opening in the rocks; Sora jumped down off her perch and immediately chased after it, no longer caring about the heat.  The Heartless hastily disappeared inside the cave, and Sora soon followed after, determined to catch the freaky little thing and ask it some questions, like what it was doing on the island at this time, and where on earth did it get a waistcoat.

OKAY SO I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS WAS A THING but apparently I tried to write a Kingdom Hearts parody of “Alice in Wonderland” lmao.  I’ve never actually played the games (aside from half of CoM), but it was probably inspired by a crossover art my friend drew? ^^; Also Sora is a girl in this bc that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XP *shot* Note: The following fics are all Pokémon-related so I’ll just be listing them in roughly chronological order (from most recent to ancient, although they’re all pretty old at this point). Stranger

The elder slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the boy, the champion, the stranger.  “In all this time, why didn’t you come back?  You could have seen for yourself how she was.” Lance wanted to yell something defiant, like a child.  But he wasn’t a child.  Children were forgiven for their mistakes.  And he didn’t want to be forgiven. The professor’s ancient hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder.  “It’s the way this town works.  We don’t talk about things that happen outside our own world.  Maybe it was too long ago – too late for you to understand.” Lance didn’t say anything. “At least talk to Delia.  She’s been wanting to see you.” “Sorry.  It’s too late.” “You’re a bastard.” “I know.”

So this looks to be among the last things I’d written before taking a long break from fanfiction circa... 2007, jeeze.  Over 10 years, huh.  But, I think it speaks a certain amount of maturity that it’s the piece I liked most upon rediscovering.  It’s based on an idea I once had that Lance was (unknowingly) Gary Oak’s father, and he was friends/rivals with Ash’s father, who originally won the title of Champion but relinquished it so he could be with his “wife” and kid (or rather, then-pregnant teenage girlfriend).  *Something* happened though (I forget what I had in mind) and he ended up dying, leaving Lance bitter and depressed so he refused to return to Pallet Town because of too many painful memories.  (Though he *cough* “comforted” their other female childhood friend for one night of drunken grief before he left. ;()  What I like most about it honestly is the parallels bw Lance’s relationship with Ash’s dad and their sons’, and that amidst all the angst I enjoyed portraying the earnest energy and optimism of Ketchum(?) senior (”like father like son” after all).  I was definitely inspired by Mitsuki’s father in Full Moon wo Sagashite/Maes Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist by making him a total “dork dad” who’d brag about his (illegitimate) family on national TV during the championship tournament lol.

Ihavenoidea

Either way, I get the feeling this really wasn’t what I had in mind when I made my decision to quit training.  I mean that in an intuitive sort of way.  Like, sometimes I feel as if I’m not meant to be here, like my life should have ended up differently someplace else.  Perhaps this is just one of those weird inconsistencies I told you about.  Perhaps not.  Even after all that’s happened to me recently, I still can’t really be sure about it.

...No seriously, I have no idea where I was going with this.  As far as I can tell it’s written from the POV of Gary Oak, whom I’ve always had a lot of... “complicated” feelings towards.  It probably has something to do with another concept I’ll discuss next, although for some reason it sounds like I was going for some sort of AU? *shrug* By contrast to the above, it reads like a whiny teenager complaining about his life - which makes me cringe but is probably an accurate portrayal of who I was at the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This one was actually dated a little after the previous, so my best guess is it was some kind of vent rant where I would “give up” writing/creating and “childish” ideals for a while, as I was wont to do - but I still always come back to it somehow... RainbowMolly

Molly stepped out from the car and onto the dusty road, her heart beating wildly.  She could hardly believe she was actually here, of all places. The ride had been long and mind-numbing with anticipation, and now that they’d finally arrived at the destination, it all felt somewhat surreal to her. A small bear clambered out from the vehicle, joining her as she stopped to take in the rustic view that met her bright blue eyes.  She smiled and picked up her Teddiursa, cuddling its warm, fuzzy body close to her own. Her gaze traveled down the road which stretched in both directions, houses lining up against its margins. She followed it with her eyes towards a hill in the distance, on top of which sat what looked like a quaint little farmhouse with a windmill, turning in the summer breeze.  She breathed in the country air, catching whiff of a faint salt smell from an ocean in the distance. So this was Pallet Town.

...Why I didn’t actually name the file “Chasing Rainbows” - which was the title I had planned for this - I don’t know.  This dates back to an old idea I had where I believed Molly Hale from the third Pokémon movie was secretly the true “God” of the Pokémon world - in the sense that the entire universe was an unknowing fantasy of her own creation, similar to Haruhi Suzumiya (ok fine this was totally a crossover/rip-off of the same concept so sue me OTL).  In a place where children never seem to grow up and can go on grand fantastical adventures forever, Gary always struck me as an anomaly who willingly *chose* to forego such a life to pursue more “adult” interests by becoming a researcher.  So I saw him as filling the role of “Kyon” - the cynical narrator who was destined to ground “God” and bring her back down to earth, but at the same time be won over by her innocence and charm and learn to appreciate “kids’ stuff” again.  However, the Legendaries were actually aware of the power Molly holds, and so saw Gary as a threat to their very being - as by “waking” the dreamer and having her face reality meant erasing their kinds’ entire existence.  As the “apocalypse” nearly occurred in the third film, Mew and Celebi took on human disguises (in the form of May and Max respectively) to investigate Ash, who was able to calm Molly and “save” the world by “perpetuating” the delusion (and whom Molly totally has a crush on btw *shot*).  So it’s a bit of a love triangle lol, with Mew and Celebi (*cough* an alien and a time traveler, get it? *shot*) acting as mediators/interference.  (Although Mew might’ve secretly shipped Gary and Molly herself. ;O)

Betrayal

And these blades, these damned scythes that attached themselves to my arms when I was born, a curse upon me since birth, though it had not been apparent up until now.  They were covered with blood, the vital crimson liquid that flows through our bodies, now dripping down the steel surface in a webbed pattern, drops beginning to splatter the pure, emerald grass below.  The arm felt heavy and weak as I tried to lift it, as if it did not belong to me, but that was only a wishful thought.  I gazed calmly at it, inspecting the intricate designs the flow of the substance had created, as if it were an abstract piece of artwork. Tentatively, a pink tongue rolled out and caught a small droplet of it just before it fell from the sharp edge, just to convince myself that it was real.  The semi-sweet, metallic taste confirmed this.  I had indeed taken these men’s lives, just as I had taken hers.

So I remember this was written from the POV of a Scyther who seemingly went on a murderous rampage.  I only know that I wanted to give him an “Edward Scissorhands”-like story, since the idea of having such sharp objects attached to one’s limbs so that one could never directly “touch” another without being a danger is pretty tragic.  I suspect “her” was someone (a human?) he cared about but killed by accident, and after that he was only seen as a symbol of power/treated as a tool to incite fear before eventually rebelling against his “master”... Roses

“If you love someone, you should give them something that’s yours. That shows how much you care for them.” In the darkness, I pictured his smiling face, explaining to me as he wrapped a present for his girlfriend. His blue eyes were shining with a sort of spirit unfamiliar to me; I guessed, a feeling of love.

Another “dark” take on a Pokémon’s biology (I really liked writing explorations of those back then lol), this time of Roselia.  The idea was that a Roselia was so in love with her trainer that she would do anything for him - including allow him to cut off her arms so he could give them to his girlfriend.  I actually ended up turning it into a poem at one point:

Love is like a rose they say, And affection leads to grief they warned. For in the end love betrays, Its Beauty maimed by a poisoned thorn. You gave me pure water with a smile. Your cheerful face became my sun. I offered up my blood to you, And in return demanded none. Chop off my wrists, and tie them together. I’ll gladly bleed myself to death. In order to give you that which I hold most dear. My dear, my dear, Won’t you accept this bouquet? You take it, smiling warily. A blush creeps onto your face. And in those eyes I can see A garden of roses stretched out, Composing a wondrous place. Then you bound my hands in lace, And brought them to the girl next door. You presented them to her with grace. … My blood continued to pour.

Fanfic

She smiled at me, although something about her expression indicated something wasn't quite right.  I watched as she glanced over towards the west, her gaze lingering momentarily on the setting sun.  The glowing, orange sphere was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, peaks cloaked in a pale, lavender haze illuminated by flickering beams of gold and scarlet cast across the horizon.

More accurately, I found this buried in a “catch-all” file where I had several (mostly finished) fics saved.  This was meant to be from the POV of an Eevee who had just evolved - supposedly into an Espeon due to happiness and bond with her trainer, which is what both wanted.  However, since it took place at sunset, she didn’t realize she had become an Umbreon instead, and her trainer ended up abandoning her for it. ;( It was a warm

Children’s shrieks and laughter echoed across the park as they flocked towards each other, and soon were chasing one another round the playground, weaving in and out between the swings as they partook in an innocent game of Tag.  One child was It; she was trying desperately to catch one of her friends so that they would take over the job instead.  Then it would be her turn to run away, for none of them wished to play the loathsome role of It.  Or was it because they feared being tainted by the person’s touch?  It must have been one of the two, for while she would struggle to reach them, catch hold of them, they would only flee, thoroughly enjoying the fact that they were vexing her.  Twice she nearly caught one.  Her fingertips were almost within reach of one of the other girls’ dresses, whose russet tresses were flowing wildly from the rush of movement and shining with golden highlights as the rays of the sun struck individual strands.  The target shrieked and shook her head, whisking her skirt free in time to escape capture, laughing with glee at the sight of the girl left behind, miserable and alone. 

Yeah I totally just went with the default beginning of the first sentence lol.  I guess this comes full circle with the first Kagepro fic I mentioned (although I’m not even sure I was aware back then that the Japanese version of the game literally called “It” a “demon”, which is even more fitting).  I believe this was part of a Pokémon series I was writing involving a creepy little girl and Mewtwo who would bring about the end of the world or something like that, but generally I guess I was just going for a “Catcher in the Rye” feel. *shrug* Golden Lights

The pale, rosy fingers of dawn were filtering in through the Granite Cave entrance, basking a small area near the opening in pinkish illumination.  Just out of reach of its expanse sat little Mika, huddled in the gloom of the shadows, watching the light creep steadily towards her as the glowing ball of fire rose slowly towards the East.  She knew about the Light that came from Outside.  There were plenty other small apertures broken into the cavern walls and ceiling that allowed some thin streams of gold brilliance to trickle through.  She had always done well to avoid them.  The brightness was like poison to her skin.  But they weren’t the Lights she’d had described to her by the old Crobat that always resided now deeper within the underground chambers, dozing now, most likely.  He wouldn’t awaken until night came round, and she did not wish to rouse him and perhaps disturb him from a pleasant dream.  She was very wise about things like that, being the young child that she was.  Still, she would have liked to hear a story to comfort her just then.

Last one I could find, about a Sableye who, like Icarus, literally “flew too close to the sun”.  In this interpretation I imagined that Sableye were creatures who could not stand sunlight at all, as it would cause their skin to burn.  But Mika (pronounced like “Mica”) always dreamed of going outside to see the “Light” anyway.  She was eventually tempted by Mew to leave the cavern under her angelic PROTECTion and step into the Light, who was acting as Ho-Oh’s messenger to “recruit” souls to “live eternal as an element of Ho-Oh’s Guarding Flame“, as the PROTECT faded and a “holy fire” began to spread.  I guess I was going for a Biblical/”Rapture”-esque reference.  (...Man I sure was obsessed with the endtimes as a kid. *shot*)

[mkayisinsane]

Another 11/11/11 Tag Game!!

I was tagged again haha thanks @spilledinkpot for the tag, I really appreciate it! Again, sorry I took so long!

Her questions:

1. Are any (or all) of your ocs inspired by real people or other characters?

Not all of them, and much less so as I get older, but in my early writing every character had a real-life counterpart. Most often, my protagonist's best friend or most trusted person is based off of my parabatai. However, I do pretty much always imagine myself as the main character, or sometimes the villain. Also, imagining yourself as your OC aids the writing process SO MUCH I cannot stress that enough.

2. What is/was your inspiration for your current WIP?

I have a lot of current WIPs, I'm gonna go with my most recent, Flirting with Death. My inspiration was kinda morbid, I was literally sitting in the library at my college waiting on my mother to get me so we could carpool to a funeral. And a few guys were walking past where I sat, eyeing me up and down and I thought to myself, "I swear if one of them tries to hit on me right now I'm gonna make them regret it." And then Thana Carmichael was born. And those guys quickly escaped the death glare I gave them.

3. Do you prefer to plan your characters out, or develop them as the story progresses?

I normally have the base of my character and their personality and how they handle things worked out before I start writing them, but for the most part I develop them as the story progresses. I like to write them in such a way that I learn a little more about them as I go, just like the reader would.

4. How do you deal with writer's block?

I don't lol just kidding! It really depends, if I'm writing and I don't absolutely have to continue or get it done right then, I take a break. Listen to musical soundtracks, play video games, watch a film who's genre corresponds with the type of scene I'm writing. Anything with a story. If I do have to get it done right then though, I just keep writing. I write absolute shit that makes no sense and then take it out later. I once wrote a whole page of "blah" over and over again. I free write until I get my mojo back.

5. What/who first encouraged you to begin writing?

According to my earliest childhood babysitter, I've been writing since I learned the alphabet. I remember once when I was six, I wrote a whole six page book with pictures I drew about why I thought birds were pretty and cool (Update: I am now afraid of birds.) It was titled "BIRDS," yes in all caps, and I cried because my name was so long that I couldn't fit the whole thing on the cover. However, I didn't start really writing until about 6th grade. I was reading a book, and the ending was so sad that I got mad and rewrote it, and I realized how much I loved making stories, how much I loved choosing my own ending. In my life as a child, nothing was certain and I never stayed in one place for too long or made any lasting friendships, but writing was always a constant for me. And through writing I made more friends, and they helped me write and it was just incredible. I can't put into words how much writing has done for me.

6. Are you able to write everyday, or need a couple of days intermediate?

For my WIPs, I definitely need a day or two off before I continue the story but I definitely try to write something every day, even if it's just free-writing or ranting about my day or journaling, I write something every day. It isn't progress on my WIPs, but it helps.

7. How long have you been writing for?

In general, since about age 6 or 7. Seriously, about 6th grade, but I didn't like any of my writing until 8th grade, and at times I don't even now. So in general, 12 or 13 years, but seriously only about 7 or 8 years.

8. What inspired your first WIP?

The Percy Jackson series. I was 10 or 11, and I had just finished that series and I was mad there wasn't more, so I wrote myself into the books as like a spin-off type thing with the minor gods (btw in case anyone cares, I'm a Hades kid). Seven chapters in, my OC still hadn't left her house. It was not my finest work haha

9. Who are the authors that you looked up to, to develop your writing?

Lemony Snicket (yes I know that's a pen name, but I mean A Series of Unfortunate Events specifically), Neal Shusterman with his Unwind series, Marie Lu with literally anything she's written, Cassandra Clare with The Infernal Devices and The Mortal Instruments, J.K. Rowling with Harry Potter (I'm a huge Potterhead, Slytherin btw), Rick Riordan with anything he's ever written, Leigh Bardugo with anything she's ever written but mainly Six of Crows, and Oscar Wilde with The Picture of Dorian Gray. Probably many many more, I'll think of them later.

10. Is there a book that inspired you to write your own story?

Remember I mentioned that I didn't like the ending of a book I was reading so I rewrote it? That book was Bridge to Teribethia. If you read it, you know why I changed the ending. But also, I drew inspiration from books that made me feel like I was actually in the story, like I could see it all for myself. The stories felt real, and I wanted to be able to tell stories like that. To travel the world without leaving my room.

11. Do you include moral points in your writing, or prefer just the entertainment?

There is always something to take away from my writing, some lesson to be had, whether it be an emotion, a theme, a vice, or a virtue. I can't promise it's always moral, but it's always there.

My questions:

Which of your OCs fits the quote, "those with no vices have very few virtues"?

If you could meet just one of your favorite authors, dead or alive, who would it be?

What is your number one goal as a writer? (i.e. have your books taught in schools as "classics," write a series that makes people cry, get fanmail, mine personally is to create the perfect villain that no one can hate no matter what they do)

Do you project onto your writing?

Favorite ship you've written? Why?

Do you write LGBTQ+ characters? Why?

Do you write characters with mental illness? Why?

Have you ever tried to get published/actually been published?

What keeps you motivated to write?

What is your writing support system?

Do you write book dedications, and if so, are they always different?

And this concludes our 11/11/11 tag game! If I've tagged you and you have no clue who I am, I'm sorry lol I panicked tagging people but it means that either I follow you or you follow me. Rules are simple: answer my 11 questions, ask your own 11 questions, tag 11 people to answer them! Of course you don't have to play if you don't wanna, don't feel pressured to. If you want to tag me back or have me answer my own questions or just random questions, shoot me an ask. Thanks, and good luck!

@r-avenlee @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave @benvolio-writes @illiteracy-is-for-woozles @ill-write-when-im-dead @mercyandcruelty @crimescenedwrites @fictionalthrills @writerofscribbles @els-writes @gaslightwestern

[kamuisthoughts]

Okay! So first and formost I made this little sideblog specifically because of a rant I wrote on AO3. If you don’t understand the policies of AO3 you probably won’t get what the big deal is. But, this blog will become home to that rant. That’s not to say I’ll only be ranting here. I’m not by nature an angry person after all.

This rant used to be posted on AO3 as a “story” with the following tags: Rape/Non-Con, Discussion of Rape, ranting, I've Fucking had It, Dubious Consent My Ass, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, This is an angry rant, The characters are pertaining to a story that set me off when I wrote this, this isn’t a story, Yes I know what Dubious Consent Denotes I’m just being a jerk, No I’m not saying down with ABO fics I’m gonna write some

...

So! To begin I’m gonna say I NEVER intended to keep the rant up on AO3 but I didn’t tell anyone that because I wanted people’s honest reactions to it.

This is the word for word summary I wrote for this rant on AO3:

So this is basically the reason I'm starting a series of ABO My Hero Academia AU fics named the title of this "fic". It's a rant. (The rant was titled A/B/O Fics Piss Me Off).

Plain and simple.

My thoughts, and an idea of what to expect from ABO fics written by me in this fandom. The stories in this series will be multi-chaptered and one shots, and they won't all belong to the same ABO universe. I just want a space where the type of ABO fics I'm not seeing on this site to be.

Rape will not be explicitly described in ANY of my fics. That’ll just gives people an excuse to fetishize it. Which isn’t going to be my intention.

I really recommend you read this, because I don't intend to do things the way a lot of people seemed to be determined to where this subject is concerned.

Feel free to comment on this rant, I'm curious to see the thoughts of others. Or don't. I'm still going to do what I intend.

This is the first Note I wrote above this rant:

You bet your ass I’m butthurt about this. I’m butthurt as fuck and unrepentant.

Oh and if you recognize the story I use as an example in my rant, please don’t go and check that person out just to be a jerk. That’s not the point of this rant.

This is the last note I wrote for this rant:

I think I need to say I’m not actually butthurt anymore.

Well, I still have gripes but I wrote this rant literal MONTHS ago. I found it again on my computer and thought I’d see how people responded. I was curious, ngl.

Ps.

Y’all should log in. Stop hiding. I’m not gonna get mad if you flame me. Or if it’s obvious I pissed you off. Though no promises I won’t sass you if you call me names and cuss at me. Just putting that out there.

But anyway, I left the comments on because I WANT to see what people have to say. I’ll talk to you if you talk to me.

...

Pertaining to the rant and this whole bit of posts I’m going to be making here (but only #Kamui’s ABO Rant specifically):

I don’t assume people are going to care that much about this rant in general, it’s just listed for people that might want to read it. Maybe nobody wants to read it here.

It’s still here. 🤷‍♀️

[stylessemantics]

Sign Of The Times - TAG

Took me ages because I had yet to get on my laptop since the release of SOTT on Grimmy’s radio show so... whoops.

I’ve been tagged by a bunch of you by now, including: @cuddlemusclestyles​ @causeitsweird​ @revolutionaryharry​ @fairylightsstyles​ @honeyskins​ @ihearthemcallingxx​ @queenmestyles​ @kasiwrites​ and @islareeveswriting​ 

Thank you very much lovelies.  If you get tagged, answer these questions and tag 10 other people.

1. Describe SOTT in three words. (virtually impossible to do)

An Opening Theme. **

2. Where were you when you first heard it and what time was it?

Laying in bed with the best headphones I could find so I could get the best quality lol. It was from 3am to 5am, thank you Grimmers. 

3. If you were listening to Harry and Grimmy on the Breakfast Show, what was your favourite part?

The font rant, as an ad student I felt very giddy. Also all the little giggles and friendly banter, made my heart warm up. AND Anne’s question.

4. What is your favourite part of the song?

I like all of it but there’s something when the band kicks in that basically forced me to lift up from the bed and say “oooohhhhh yes!” both times the song was played in the interview. That “oh yes” isn’t a moan but more like me lifting up and acting like an orchestra director who’s really into the song and tries to send that aura to the string section so they all breathe as one. It’s more like being possessed and keeping your eyes closed and feeling like you’re being lifted instead of lifting your own body. It’s like a bit of magic.

Also the piano at the end it makes me tingly because it gave me such a “something comes after this” feeling, like this song pours into the next one or that this isn’t the actual end of the song.

5. What are your favourite lyrics?

You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky You look pretty good down here But you ain't really good ----

6. General opinion.

Oh lord. It’s something. It’s different, it’s honest, it’s arranged so nicely. It makes you feel. It’s emotional, and it lets you interpret things yourself. It’s very Harry but at the same time very the world. it screams but it does it softly like it’s telling you a story that you can only make the weight of it based on who you are. It’s very Harry but he somehow includes us all in it by letting us move around the tune and experience the words and by writing something that could mean a lot to each person in a different way for every one of us. The chord progression isn’t complex and that helps it carry you through the experience a lot better. 

I genuinely liked it and I enjoyed the experience that was listening to it and discovering it. 

7. Expectations for the rest of the album.

None?

I don’t want to think about what Harry could do. I’m just going to sit and patiently wait to be blown away because I trust his artistic choices and I feel like he can surprise us all so... I’m waiting on everything and nothing all at once. I’ll just think about what Harry will do. At how diverse and complex he is, but also how simple he can turn out to be, how raw he can sound and how it can build up. It’s everything and nothing all at once and I can’t wait to be taken away by it. He’s making this an experience and I think all I want is to live it and then we can talk.

It’ll be good. I’d love to theorise but I think it would make my heart ache a lot more than it already is. I can’t wait to see and hear what he wants to say and what he doesn’t want to say. What he’s kept and what he’s willing to give, and how he’s managed it and given it shape. 

** I wrote a whole post on what I mean by OPENING, but I’m not sure I can post it, it feels so personal. I’ll try to get the least personal parts out and make sense of it in my SOTT praise post.

I don’t know who to tag because I joined the party sort of late so I’m guessing millions of you have done it by now. So for the funsies I’ll tag @hstylescouk of course. ALSO @harrycarryme @fvkstyles @stylesharry @stylesinthewild @legend-waitforit-harry @yeshaddy @stylesprimes @stilesharrystyles @team-styles @narryisdopeaf

[prideandpen]

Writer Interview

Thanks so much for tagging me @eggletine! I love being tagged in things, especially writing things. (I decided to start a new post because I could see that one getting long real quick, and didn’t want to overtake people’s dash’s)

1. Name? Deanna. Though I expect I’ll go by my full name with middle initials when I eventually publish. I’ve never really felt the need for a pseudonym, personally. (However I loathe the thought of creating a signature that actually looks decent. My signature always looks like something a 2 year old wrote)

2. Five words that describe your writing? Political, comma overuse, diverse, fiction

3. Literature / art / films you’d recommend? The list is too long and probably not nearly good enough.

4. Images, symbols, and settings you associate with your work? Social issues, parallels, resistance, life (& I mean that in a daily sort of simplicity type of way - washing clothes, making food, playing on the beach, reading, etc), swordplay, pirate flags, ships, military, Victorian bohemian and military inspired clothing, sand, ocean waves, harsh sunlight, cities with no cars, tall forests 5. Themes / concepts you are hesitant to write about? Gender, sexuality, racism, social/economic/environmental/political issues. All of the things I do write about, honestly. I do a lot of research, and even then I find myself sometimes sitting glaring at my work wondering if I’m a hack and my work is tropey or if the thing I’m doing is too close to x stereotype that I’m trying to not do. And then I do more research and keep going. Because I believe it’s important to push through the things we’re afraid of writing about because if we’re all too afraid to do it than who is going to try and fight to correct the negative tropes and stereotypes that exist?

6. What would you tell someone who’s nervous about starting out? Make friends. It sounds so silly and simple and irrelevant. But really, your writer friends in writer communities are going to be some of the best people. You’re all going to be of different ages and backgrounds, with different struggles and personalities. But trust me - and I need to take this advice sometime too -no matter how intimidating they may seem and how outside it all you feel, they’ll be excited to talk about writing with you. They’ll want to know about your WIPS and want to tell you about yours, because really we’re all just a bunch of excited little kids with wild imaginations. And they will become part of the backbone of your desire to write. Because they’re an access point. They know things you don’t, in the industry, in the world, in their other communities. Writers feed off information, and building relationships with other writers allows you to get that information, and share it. And even if that weren’t true, writers are some of the nicest most genuine people and that alone is worth it.

7. Three of your writings you’d recommend to people who’d like to know more about you? I don’t really have a whole lot of my writings out there for other people to read. Most of what I have written that’s avaliable to be read is unpaid fandom or political ranting on Tumblr. You could always read Millennial, It explains me somewhat bluntly, but that’s not fiction, just a poem.

8. What pushes you to keep writing? You know. It used to just be my love of writing. My passion for the words, my love of the little adrenaline rush when the scene is going perfectly and the words are just spilling out of me. The spark when the loose thread of an idea comes together. All of the little things that are just about writing, ya know? But lately, increasingly, it’s not so much just about that. That’s the foundation, that’s where it started for me. But there’s so much going on in the world that just makes me want to try and do things better. Better stories, better representation, better diversity, better romance, better. Better. My writing has always been political, and it’s evolving. And now I’m realizing that it’s not just a coincidence. Because I want to fight back and writing is what i know how to do.

I’ll tag: @tsfennec, @pepsiryan, @thejollywriter, @writing-in-a-daydream, @glorious74, @elliewants2write, and @agelesswriter​

Writer Interview Questions bellow for easy copying:

1. Name? 2. Five words that describe your writing? 3. Literature / art / films you’d recommend? 4. Images, symbols, and settings you associate with your work? 5. Themes / concepts you are hesitant to write about? 6. What would you tell someone who’s nervous about starting out? 7. Three of your writings you’d recommend to people who’d like to know more about you? 8. What pushes you to keep writing?

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Living and Learning

It’s 2017 now, and boy, have things changed. One of my New Years Resolutions is to express myself more through writing. I remember that at one time, I considered myself a pretty good writer. So, here’s to hoping that I can keep this up.

I almost forgot I had this account. It’s been so long since I’ve been on it (I actually have two other accounts--one for artsy things and another for memes because “find a girl who can do both,” right?) Anyway, I just read over my past posts, and there’s so much I wish I could tell former me. It’s amazing how things have changed. So here are some responses I’d like to tell 2014 me: 

When You Know: Fun fact...the next semester you change your major. You were passionate about TV and becoming a producer. But things change. Goals and dreams change, and that’s okay because when you’re a senior in college you’re happy with your decision because you took some great classes and met some wonderful people along the way. It’s okay for dreams to change. Just keep pursuing them.

Wanting Someone Who Wants Someone Else: Another fun fact...you wrote that on November 3, 2014. On December 12, 2014, you’ll match on Tinder with the love of your life. You’ll never think about that guy you wanted so badly again or that girl again. Your heart will feel so whole and not thanks to him, but to a guy you will meet and fall in love with just months after posting that. And let me tell you, the best feeling in the world is being wrapped in your love’s arms while the two of you are wrapped in warm blankets watching Netflix. You can have it all! And those tags in the post honestly hurt 2017-you’s heart. You are someone. You’re so important. You should not define your worth on how much you are liked by someone (who does not even matter in the grand scheme of things.) Also, you’re not forever alone :)

The Man Who Can’t Be Named: It was toxic to obsess so much over that guy, but you’re human, so it’s okay. It was probably healthy for your roommate to pinch you every time you said his name because he wasn’t worth your time. He didn’t appreciate your time, and as said in the previous paragraph, you end up finding someone who appreciates and loves you wholeheartedly. 

I liked reading the posts about country music, enjoying the little and simple things, and reminding everyone that they’re really awesome. I think that 2014 me accomplished the goal of this tumblr blog to be very open. It’s okay if not everything makes sense because thoughts trail in different directions because life trails in different directions, so just take the ride. 

I’m so excited to get posting again and opening up my mind. If anyone who may read this knows any blogs about the human condition or rants or life advice let me know, and I’ll give a follow! I’m interested to revisit this side of tumblr.