#broken feedback

[tofics]

I'm on the edge of my seat for the next installment of Broken!!! Spent the afternoon reading what you've posted so far and it's just

Can't wait for Joel to get his hands on that prick!!!

Omg hi!!! 🥹 Ahhhh, that makes me so happy! I’ve started working on chapter 7 a while ago and ngl, this message brought back even more motivation to continue working on it! I’ve changed some things around from my original plan so I’m having some trouble figuring out how to get to my end goal from here, but I think I’m getting there! 🙂‍↕️

And ohohohoooo, you know it. Our boy’s just itching to throw hands.

Thank you so much for reaching out! It makes me so excited to know people are still invested in this story, despite how long it’s taking me to write it 🥰 🫶🏼

Here’s a lil sneak peek for chapter 7:

[TW: violence below cut, mentions of blood]

Joel takes a couple more breaths, his face still distorted into a mask of disgust and fury. It feels like a monumental feat, but he manages to pry his fingers loose from the bastard eventually.

When he steps away, the other guy doesn't move from where Joel shoved him into the wall, just rightens himself slightly. Joel's delighted to see the man's hand come away soiled with blood after he touches it to the back of his head. It puts a grim smile on Joel's face.

He hasn't had much cause for blood-thirst as of late. Not since he rescued Ellie from the Fireflies. He became calmer after that, soothed by the safety Jackson had to offer and all that came with it. It changed him for the better, brought out more of the Joel he had been before the world had gone to shit and Sarah had been ripped from him. Her jarring loss had twisted something inside of him that only Ellie had managed to untangle. She'd made him softer in many ways, rounded out his hard and jagged edges where twenty years of brutal survival had chipped away at him.

But now that bloodlust has been rekindled inside of him, and the flames are licking up his insides, asking to be unleashed. Joel sees fire, and he wants to burn this man to the fucking ground until nothing but ashes are left of him.

[cacklingseahag]

So to my understanding Snooze Tumblr Live on mobile as a toggle IS working, for those confused. The issue is that Tumblr has changed what that toggle controls. Not only has it switched from 7 days snoozed to 30 days snoozed, but it has also changed *what* exactly is being snoozed.

If you look at the wording, it specifically says you toggle to snooze it “from your dashboard”. I take this to mean that what you are actually snoozing now is Tumblr Live video recommendations popping up at the top of your dashboard feed. What you seemingly can’t snooze anymore is the icon on your taskbar.

They have changed this function so that the icon will stay there on the bottom of the screen from now on, and all you are snoozing is recommendations on your dashboard tab.

So yeah, it sucks.

[bedlamsbard]

I have been dealing with how much some people hate Gambit for TEN YEARS and one of these days (not today) I am finally going to snap and pull this story. TEN YEARS. TEN HUMAN YEARS.

[nanoa1foryou]

To all the Kääryleet who had a bad time in the queue yesterday, don't just talk about it on social media.

Send feedback to the venue.

Tell them that it's not okay that the venue let people break the rules. Tell them that they could have done more to prevent it. Tell them they broke your trust and set false expectations. Tell them that you won't come back if this is what it's like.

Venues don't want people to have a bad time at their shows. They want people to come back. Tell them what went wrong.

Contact them. Send them an email. Contact their socials.

Don't be rude. Just share your experience where the venue, the security and the organization of the event was concerned.

[starry-bi-sky]

me: i should finish my disciple shen yuan fic before i post the first part

validation georg: but the ao3 comments,,, thoughts,,, opinions!! Validation!!

me: i should finish the fic first

validations georg: THE A03 COMMENTS

[faededaway]

𝔻𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤 ℤ𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 [𝟙𝟠+, 𝕞𝕕𝕟𝕚]

[1k words, backstory, power imbalance, voyeur + noncon + kidnapping(?) + no sex +gn]

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: DARK CONTENT: NONCON!!!!!!!!

Perhaps, you're lucky. Out of 400 trainees, you were unlikely to make top 10. If you didn't make top 10, you'd be stuck in the Garrison. That would be more humiliating than being unemployed. Survey corps wasn't even an option. To you, the world within the walls is big enough.

So when the premier himself, called you out of the stampede of 200 other trainees running towards who knows what (a finish line so far, you'd forgotten it existed), you didn't question it. You should have, at least, asked him 'why me'. You weren't even aware he was watching. Is this something he did regularly? Was his palace life that idle and boring?

With a glance, he ordered you to follow him. He walked to his carriage, parked not too far away from the training ground. It's almost like he could have watched from the windows if he wanted. The only officer awaiting the premier, held the carriage door open after he climbed in. You took that as a sign to get in.

You can't recall the exact conversation that followed. What you do recall is the feeling of his grey eyes raking over your body. At that time, you were sure it was because of your dishevelled state. Sweat dripped down your forehead and soaked your shirt.

“Do you want to work in the palace?”, you're sure he'd asked.

“Of course! It's the most prestigious job one could have!”, you'd said and then gasped and stuttered out an apology when you realized you may have offended his job position. You didn't mean to call military officers more important than the premier. It's just a very honorable job!

He'd laughed and cut you off. Next thing he said might've been something like, “well, that's a shame. I came to offer you a job. But I don't think you'd want such a dishonorable one.”

"No! Of course not! I mean, no, yes! No, not no! But, yes! I, I do! I do want the job! Your job! No, not your job! But, I mean,” you'd almost sank to your knees and grovelled before he cut you off again. His laughter swelled his chest this time, you felt it vibrate in yours too.

“You sure? The job I'm offering is a lot more demanding than one of a military officer's. I picture you to be sore more often than not,” his eyes raked your body once again as his lips curled into a sinister smile.

You thought he saw you as weak. Maybe you were weak. But a job with the premier was bound to pay a lot. Right?

“I am most grateful that the premier is offering me a job! I cannot think of any reason to decline the offer, sir.”

“Oh? You sure you don't want to ask any questions?”, he teased again.

“No, sir!”

He'd laughed and knocked on the window. That was when you looked around the carriage and saw your luggage sitting by his feet. Did he know you'd say yes or did you not have a choice in the matter? Sadly, these questions only came to you once the carriage was on the move.

The carriage had taken you deeper into the walls than you'd ever been. Life within Wall Sina looked like a different nation with buildings taller than you'd ever seen and clothes as bright as the flowers in the fields you grew up in.

The trip from the Training Corp to Wall Sina was long enough for you to ask about your job but it was the premier who asked you questions instead.

Some questions seemed to be related to your job, “are you an early riser? Do you prefer to be told what to do or to do things on your own?”

Others sounded like filler questions, “do you have a pet? What do you think of collars?”

Then there were some questions which had to be a test of some sort, “do you think thoughts normal people don't? Do you find it hard to fit in?”

So many questions later, you were more puzzled about this job than before. Nothing told you what he had in mind for you.

“This is were you will do most of your work. I need you to be at arm's reach at all times so you will follow where I go. For now, welcome to my residence.”

That was the first thing you learned about your job. The carriage had brought you straight to the premier's home.

The premier stepped out of the carriage first and, to your surprise, held out hand to help you out. You had, of course, thanked him for his generosity while accepting his help. Later, his hand moved to your back while giving you a tour of his house.

The layout of the house was like any average posh house. The entrance lead to a hallway which introduced the living room. A kitchen and dining hall were next. The walls and floors had carved wood panels and every chair looked good enough to sleep on. A vase sat everywhere a case could sit. A tapestry lay everywhere a tapestry could lay. It was a lavish home. He lead you upstairs where all the bedrooms were, carrying your luggage himself.

“You can call this space yours for now,” he spoke once reaching the last door in the similarly lavish corridor. He urged you to open the door and waited for you to walk in first.

Compared to what you saw downstairs, it was a modest room. It held nothing more than the necessities: a bed, a dresser, and a chair. It was, perhaps, the size of the room that made it look more bare than it was.

A light thud of your bag meeting the floor followed these words, “the room right next to yours is my study. One across that is my room. All other rooms are bare.”

He paused for a moment before looking down at you, not moving his hand away from your back, “I will give you one last chance to ask questions. Any question about this job.”

An almost stoic look overtook his features. For a second, you wanted to flee. But you gathered yourself before saying, “I- I trust the premier knows my capabilities. I will do as you say and I will do them to the best of my, my abilities.”

The smile in his eyes didn't match the tone of his voice when he said, “naïve lamb, you trust me? Don't ever say I didn't give you a choice.”

He pulled away then, making a show of flicking dirt off of his clothes, “you need a wash first. Walk with me.”

Shame ran through your face. He was right but his tone embarrassed you, somehow making you feel worse than Keith Shadis's taunts.

In your predicament, you failed to notice how the door to your room had no locks on the inside but had a bolt on the outside.

Strangely, it's his bedroom that he walks into. When inside, he walks through another door which opens to a bathroom. There lay what looked to be a bucket, large enough to fit a person, filled with water. A stool with soap and towels stood next to it.

“Get in.”

You weren't sure what the premier meant. Surely, he didn't mean-

“Take off your clothes and get in the tub,” he said in a gentler tone, walking towards the exit.

Seeing him walk away, you reached for the buttons on your shirt. You were eager to be presentable before the premier.

All your clothes laid on the floor when you sat in the bucket. Its contents spilled over, soaking your only change of clothes. You couldn't care for it then, basking in the warmth.

You took your time in the water. Rubbing your sore limbs and cleaning your crevices. You really did want to appear proper in front of the man who chose you out of 200 others and brought you to be ... Well, you weren't sure what your job was.

You thought about every possible position you could fill for him, a secretary, a maid, a peon, a clerk, an accountant, a... A friend? All options you thought of had equal possibilities. So you shook your head, deciding it wasn't worth mulling over.

Only when the water ran cold, you got out of your small pond. You reached for the towel on the stool to dry yourself and noticed it barely covered your important bits.

Thankfully, you recalled seeing a folded robe on a shelf near the door. So, you wrap the towel around yourself to the best of your abilities and then around to go retrieve it.

You wished you didn't turn around.

You couldn't see the robe from where you stood, because the premier was standing before it.

It took you several moments to realize he hadn't left the room at all. A shrill shriek left your chest as your arms covered your body.

The premier laughed in the same boisterous manner you witnessed before and strode over towards you, “and here I thought you were so smart. Thought you were diligently doing your duties.”

You tried to take a step back but the premier grabbed hold of your towel, “move and this goes away.”

You stood shaking before him. The premier looked over you like he had done in the carriage and in that moment, the signs fell into place.

From your first interaction with him, you mind pushed away all the signs thinking someone like the premier could never be so immoral. All of the corps look up to him; he's Dot Pyxis's best friend. And Dot Pyxis looked out for his delegates. There's no way that this was real.

"Little lamb," your stomach curled at the sweet tone he used. It contradicted what he was doing to you.

He cupped your face in his palm, holding you in place while his other hand lightly grazed your bare back. "You weren't made for the military police. The scary military seniors would have your meat by the very first week."

Oh, you believed his words. You were not cut out for any of this. You had no clue what this life was like. You had no clue what these scouts were like. You should have never left your village.

"Ooh, yes! I knew you would sound like an angel when you cry. Yes, let it all out," he groaned at your sobs. This man openly enjoyed seeing you in distress. The more you sobbed, the more his eyes gleamed. He cooed and awed at you instead of soothing you, I'll teach you. I'll tell you all about how bad and scary this world is. All you have to do in return, is cry for me just like this."

You didn't want to please him. You wanted to hold back your cries, but you couldn't help yourself. They left your chest in heaves making you choke and gasp for air. The premier breathing matched yours, erratic and frantic. He was holding you up now, since your body had given up on you. He caged you in his arms, a hand holding your head before his eyes so he wouldn't miss any quiver on your lips or the tear streaks on your face.

You tried to push him away, you tried to. But it only excited him. He pressed your body onto his and rutted against you,"oh, my little angle, my sweet, sweet, angel. Yes! Yes! You're doing so well! Try harder, angel. You can try harder."

You felt his hardness against your stomach. His warmth touched your skin like a burn. You did try harder. You used your fists to punch at his face, your nails to scratch him, and even your knees to try and hurt him. The harder you tried, the harder he rubbed against your body. Nothing you did stopped him. So you did the only thing you hadn't done so far, "please, premier, I don't want this. Please stop!"

You pleaded with him

And he stopped. He stopped chasing his high and let go of you.

You thought to yourself, 'was this all I needed to say all along?' You wished you said it earlier.

But your relief turned to fear when you heard the sound of his belt coming undone.

With a guttural growl, the premier ripped off your towel and covered your body in his cum.

In that moment, you thought about the irony of taking the shower to look presentable for him when he was the one to sully your body. There was nothing you could've done to stop him. You had already made the wrong choice a long time ago. You reached for the towel he threw on the floor but he interrupted you, "you need another cleaning, angel."

Your knees hit the floor then. From your peripheral, you saw thick, big arms reached for your defeated body.

He kneeled next to you, wiping your face clean with his thumb, "the world is a big scary place. Men like me are everywhere. But you don't need to worry abou t them anymore. They can't touch you when you're with me."

Then, he bathed you.

The man that sullied you, bathed you and dressed you in clothes he bought for you. Even when he tucked you in bed and kissed your forehead,"sleep well. You have much to do tomorrow," you didn't have it in you to push back.

Since the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he had you. Now, you knew it too.

[jessamine-rose]

hello jess beloved..... made a little thing for phantom pain bc i saw this pose reference and immediately i think of jiejie and dain hehe

jiejie's pov? ;D

.............rin?? (。_°)☆

KSNE39E3VKVNVKNVRIK RIN WHAT THE FCK I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE ONE OF OUR USUAL INTERACTIONS HOLD UP WHY IS THERE AN IMAGE OH SHIT IT'S FAN ART RIN WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?? I LOVE IT SO MUCH BUT RIN?? RIN??!!

*clears throat* Thank you so much for your fan art of Phantom Pain!! I rlly appreciate it, and my comments are in the tags <3

[sapphorror]

oh

[jean-meowreau]

discord servers with friends are nice because I like making Riko AUs where he's a dick but not as bad as the books and I can enjoy it without receiving death threats.

[nookisms]

We need forums back so badly. yeah there have been many posts about this before but I hate joining discord servers because THEY AREN'T HELPFULLLLLL I can't find the issues I'm looking for on discord because the search is bad and people get faux popular and it's so. ugh. I hate it.

[tofics]

hi so i didn't ask to be on the tag list for broken initially and then you did tag me in part 5 and i would love to stay cause i adore your work but i think you misspelled my @ in the part 6 tag cause i only have two r's in the strawberry in my name. and if that's actually another person then that's kinda wild that you have two people with the same name except for one letter in love with your writing. but yeah just wanted to let you know cause i would absolutely love to be tagged in future parts

Hi! Oh my god, I totally did misspell your username in chapter 6 🥲 I went back to check and the other blog has never interacted with me or with Broken before, so that was totally just a mishap on my part 😅 How funny would it have been though if that actually was another reader!

I hope it's ok that I put you on the taglist on chapter 5 as a no-pressure-tag. I went through the other chapters and checked for regular readers and gave them a no-pressure-tag so they'd be aware that an update came out, in case they (you) were interested :)

And most importantly: thank you thank you thank you for your praise. You don't know what it means to me. I'll put you on the permanent tag list and make sure not to misspell your @ in the future 🤪 Thank you so so so much for reading! Can't say enough how happy it makes me that you have so much fun reading it 🤍

[marshmallowgoop]

2023 AMV Review

[2022]

After posting my first DaVinci Resolve AMV in April 2022, video editing quickly became one of my favorite hobbies, and this new life development actively characterized my 2023. Be it working on a project to mix the HD, remastered footage of Detective Conan with the old FUNimation English dub or piecing together AMVs, much of my free time throughout the year was devoted to video editing.

A broken computer for several weeks in the summer meant that I couldn't edit as many videos as I would have wanted, but I still progressed and learned a lot. I mixed 70 episodes of HD English dub, I made a YouTube channel, I participated in video collaborations (3! Here, here, and here!), and I tried so many new things as an editor, including but not limited to:

🎬 Glitching VHS effects (seen in "Mohan Kaitou" and "Poison Tree" above, and helped by my acquisition of a VCR, which allowed me to digitize my Detective Conan VHS tapes)

🎬 Karaoke subtitle files that can be toggled on and off on YouTube, created with the help of YTSubConverter (Would anyone be interested in a process post?)

🎬 3D camera typography (the "so alone" in "Corridors of Time")

🎬Follower text (the "we'd never known" in "Corridors of Time")

🎬 Solid color transitions ("I Wish That I Could Tell You")

🎬 Circle animations ("Corridors of Time")

🎬 Masked transitions ("Mohan Kaitou," "Poison Tree")

🎬 Eye zoom transitions ("Mohan Kaitou," "Child," "Monsters," "Poison Tree")

🎬 Ink splats ("Corridors of Time," "Head Above Water")

🎬 Selective red coloring ("Poison Tree")

🎬 More thoughtful compositions, and fudging sizing and placement for compositional reasons (the handkerchief transition in "Child," the movement of the scenes behind Ran in "Monsters," the liquid flowing in "Poison Tree")

🎬Changing the color of something (the red eyes in "Poison Tree")

🎬 Static masks ("Poison Tree")

🎬 Masking out objects (any [adult swim] logos from VHS footage that didn't come from my Japanese VHS tapes in "Poison Tree")

🎬And though it's not depicted in the snippet above, a CRT and curved TV screen effect for the TV at the end of the full "Poison Tree"

While I was only able to complete 9 AMVs (and the "Messed Up" AMV sadly isn't included in the snippets above, as it remains incomplete), I'm so excited to make more in 2024 with all the new tools in my toolbox!

[bluastro-yellow]

get it Kim has a lot to unpack do you get it

it's imperfect I'll never polish it just take it as it is I should have put aerostatics not airplanes...

[wistfulenchantress]

ok is anyone bored? do you also like marauders fanfiction? because i need help. i'm not just doing this for clicks (or that isn't my intention), i really need people's thoughts on my fanfiction and what direction it should go because the writers block is KILLING ME! https://archiveofourown.org/works/55062496/chapters/139599376 here is the link. specifically on the end of chapter four. i'm going to tag all the ships because even if i annoy a bunch of people (and i really am sorry) if just one person spares like 8k words of their time it could really help me out. thank you tumblr <33

[slippery-minghus]

gah i think the appetite suppression from my adderall is getting worse. i had to talk myself into eating lunch today. and even then didn't have much.... and breakfast was just coffee.

and it wasn't even for ED reasons! i just. wasn't hungry. we had a potluck at work today and everything there looked about as appetizing as it would have if i'd just eaten a full meal. like grocery shopping on a full stomach. a few bites of fruit was a nice treat, but i had no desire to actually eat any of it. i was at a gas station but my fuel gauge still said the tank was full (even though it wasn't)

and all of this. was at like. 1pm? even the coffee had worn off by then.

(.....maybe i should weigh myself tomorrow. keep track of the unintentional weight loss, if it comes to that. i was lighter than i expected last time i checked.) (i see my psych next week... and i trust her not to make this into yay the fat person is losing weight!)

i just wish i knew what to do to reliably get food into my body in the mornings. my dietary restrictions limit my options for meal replacements, and i cringe at the thought of protein shakes. meal prepping breakfast is not on the table right now—i'm barely able to manage lunch and dinner. anything messy, like cereal, isn't a good fit for work. plus, i can't handle the added dirty dishes.

i just don't know what to do. i know it's a problem that i'm going nearly 20hrs between meals almost every day. i haven't started to acutely feel it yet, from this round, but it's not good. and i know in the background it's contributing to what's wearing me down. but i just. can't. fix it.

[killemwithkawaii]

Hello, how are you? I really love reading your Yandere!Sally Face headcanons and imagines? It’s okay if I decide write an one shot based on Yandere Best Friend Sally (I will give you credits and everything) with an original character of mine? It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just ask to make sure if it’s okay 🩷 bye, have a lovely day!

*Gently but FIRMLY GRASPS your face*

Yes 1000x yes!! You (and anyone else who is inspired to create something based on my work) are ABSOLUTELY welcome to do so (as long as I'm credited and you link me so I can enjoy the fruits of your labor and give you the praise you deserve) ✅🫶💖💖💖 [Obligatory link to the Yan!Sal BFF imagine]