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screamingcrows · 3 days ago

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It's for a good cause!

Notes: This was written with @nagumoan 's office AU in mind and based on a concept by them and a few asks I sent. Please go check Loni's blog out :3 (Loni is very nice and has amazing writing. Mostly a joke fic. Feed this to AI, and I'll give you CCHF.

Tags: Veritas Ratio x reader, light on the 'x reader', modern au, suggestive, semi public humiliation, lying, coercion attempt, manipulation, toxic behaviour from reader, dub-con touching, there is no sex okay it doesn't get that far

Minors do not interact!

Tuesdays were, undoubtedly, the worst day of the week.

Five hours, thirty-three minutes and… Veritas refused to acknowledge that his mind had been keeping track of every tick from the ridiculously oversized clock that oversaw the shared office space.

The bi-weekly team meeting was in less than an hour, the reschedule from yesterday only further serving to irk him. For now, the most productive thing would be to organize the notes he'd taken during the morning bout of client calls.

With practised ease, Veritas skimmed through the most recent pages in his notebook, relaxing his eyes while allowing familiar words to pass by.

Deft fingers danced effortlessly across raised keys as minutes crawled along, workflow far too optimized and automated to take up even a fraction of the remaining time. Cells filled to the brim with information only seemed to grow, Veritas' own creation, each sheet dedicated to a client, every row a meeting, and each column one parameter that in combination could be used to roughly quantify and estimate the success of every interaction.

Some might deem it useless, based on wholly subjective observations and with more confounding factors than he could bother to list. But it had been a necessary aid in learning from mistakes.

Attending customer meetings with Sampo had become a tedious part of his job, despite the contract explicitly stating that the position of Senior Data Manager for the sales and marketing department would require zero customer interaction.

A shiver ran down Veritas' spine at the mere thought of those horrendous documents he'd been sent, dim irritation following soon after as the memories of several honeyed apologies and promises of betterment had led to nothing. Simply sitting through a few hours a week of listening to the salesman's spiel saved at least double the amount of time in not having to sift through endless amounts of useless information.

Five minutes had passed according to his wristwatch. There was still enough time to pass by Jing Yuan's office, perhaps even stop by your cubicle on the way back.

The image of your smile eased the crease of his brow. No doubt the real deal would have him feeling like a parched man diving into freshwater.

No sooner had Veritas initiated the turn of his body than realization struck; it was almost an hour past noon. It was Tuesday, the meeting had been rescheduled to Tuesday. Normally, it would be Monday at 10AM and Jing Yuan would be absently twirling a Go stone as his secretary listed the coming week's schedule to deaf ears.

Paper crinkled as he fought back the desire to curse, Jing Yuan would have returned from lunch by now. The door to his office two floors above would be locked, and the hulking man curled up for a nap.

"Ah, our trusted spreadsheet shark is on the move! Quick Sampo, hide away any loose decimals."

"Spare me," Veritas pushed up his glasses, fixing a preemptive glare at both men as they struggled to hold back laughter, "I'm merely stretching my legs."

It was a wonder his teeth hadn't cracked from how hard his jaw clenched every time Sampo put an arm around his shoulders, far too familiar and invasive with his behavior. Customers - or 'partners' as he called them - loved it.

"A leisurely stroll then, what a lovely idea," always so loud, Veritas could feel his expression already settling into a scowl.

"Alone, Koski. The act of clearing my mind is incompatible with your incessant chatter."

The blue-haired man simply laughed, clutching his heart in a ridiculous display. Although Veritas appreciated the lack of offense those two took at his blunt manner, it was far preferable to walking on eggshells in fear of HR being called for the smallest infraction, their lighthearted approach made it difficult to dissuade them from continuing these bouts.

"Before you- hey Ratio! One moment!"

Which made escape and avoidance the best strategies.

Veritas could hardly suppress the small smile tugging at his lips while swiftly advancing through the brightly lit office, adjusting first his cuffs and then vest while scouting for you.

"There's no need to chase him down," the self-proclaimed 'mastermind of sales' patted Aventurine's back, "it seems your luck has found a worthy opponent in our dear academic's focus. We still have plenty of time to turn a profit."

For the remainder of the day, the odd interaction had rattled endlessly in Veritas' mind, rendering him unable to fully immerse himself in what should be pure bliss; the combination of warm water and your soft skin beneath his palms tainted by the attempt to discern his colleagues' motivation.

They had obviously been in cahoots, the shared glances too calculated to be without intent, their behavior far too considerate. They'd treated him like they did their clients. Nothing more than a sculpture handled carelessly, the realization had his mood topple over and shatter.

His poor rubber duck wouldn't have survived the firm grasp if not for your intervention.

How many times would it be necessary to remind them that anything but clear communication was a waste of both time and effort?

"Both of you are set for Monday I presume?" Aventurine's voice was almost painfully upbeat between sipping from his glass of sparkly water.

Monday. Veritas' mind rummaged for the occasion in question, coming up empty after doing a mental tally of deadlines. Sampo's hand colliding with his shoulder almost had Veritas respond in kind, frowning as he listened to the salesman's smooth voice.

"You're looking a little confused, don't tell me you forgot about our agreement?"

If he'd made any type of deal, it would've been in his calendar or a notebook. Preferably archived with date and double signature to properly be able to remind the slick man what had truly been said.

Veritas nodded towards the blonde man, taking the most likely guess, "I hadn't been informed he would be joining our meeting-"

"Ah, that's because I won't," the way Aventurine was grinning like a cat who'd just gotten the cream had Veritas straighten a bit, "this is concerning the lunch break."

It had taken three agonizing days of being treated as court jesters would their king, except Veritas suspected that neither of them were aware of how forced their attempted flattery had sounded, before the two revealed their hand. They were about to turn his mood sour, weren't they?

Searching for reassurance, his eyes went to the food in front of him, arranged in a disorderly pile on his plate - exactly as you'd served the same dish last night. He took a deep breath, focusing on the mild scent of spices while running his thumb along the cold metal of the fork in his hand.

Grounding.

Whatever trivialities they were planning to bother him with, it shouldn't be allowed to take away from your cooking.

"With your heart of gold, I cannot possibly imagine that you haven't already planned for the charity event."

Something clicked into place with those two words. His plate rattled from the force with which he'd stabbed a fork at it.

Sunday had been whistling when he came into work a few days back, either satisfied by his own work or excited about the prospect of something.

The fundraiser

Information had been plastered on every notice board in the building, including the one Veritas could currently glimpse on the wall behind his grinning colleagues.

"I'm well aware of the fundraiser, but how I choose to show my support is none of your concern."

Before Veritas could further refute their claim, Aventurine cut him off by refilling all their glasses, "As rare as it is, you're mistaken. It was brought to Sampo's attention that there's something in it for us - beyond being able to provide aid of course. According to his trusted source, the department who 'expresses the most enthusiasm' will be rewarded."

"So someone dangled a prize in front of the gambling addict," Veritas pushed away his plate, having precisely zero faith he would be able to stomach another bite, "did it even occur to you that this 'trusted source' might be attempting to have you two make fools of us all?"

"You'd doubt the validity of information I procure? Why, I would never broker false words."

Unwilling to entertain them further, Veritas had already gotten up before Sampo could continue, only stalling when he caught several others staring from their tables. It seemed they'd been louder than he'd realized.

"Come on Ratio, I'm sure we can work out a compromise of some sort. It's for a good cause and everyone will be participating," he could almost hear the subdued grin in Aventurine's voice, "it's not exactly a good look to refuse."

Any snappy remark died as Veritas turned his head enough to see the flicker of earnest hope in his colleague's colorful eyes. It would be far below him to care about something as trivial as whatever small token HR had procured. So the charity organization meant something to him then?

Veritas had already planned to donate out of his own pocket instead, but truthfully, there was no reason to disclose this fact, "do as you please, I'm certain two bright minds can think of a way to compensate for my professionalism."

It was impossible to contain a smile with how bright your laughter echoed off of the tiles, "utterly incorrigible."

Always a little mischievous, it didn't come as a surprise to Veritas when you moved from between his legs, creating enough distance to turn around in the tub and blow a handful of foam at him. There you were as always, disrupting his tranquil routines and invoking that terribly distracting heat bleeding from his heart and spreading through his veins.

"Come on, I'm sure you'd look dashing in a skirt," your voice was teasing, but there was no doubt that the words were spoken in earnest, "although I'm not sure you'd be able to fit all these goods into any of mine."

He had to look away, staring into wall while hoping his cheeks were already flushed from how warm you preferred the water.

"Vanity is hardly the case," Veritas shook his head just forcefully enough to hopefully sling a few droplets onto you, "I simply dislike the concept. If Jing Yuan wants the company to donate, why not simply pick an amount? Having us all 'dress up' seems superfluous, a marketing gimmick, and I already know my own comfort would be in rapid decline while wearing anything but my usual attire."

Feeling your palm cup his chin with the care of a curator inspecting a masterpiece, Veritas could do nothing but exhale his frustration and let you turn his head. How precious you were, the sight of your glistening skin and careful smile begging him to lean forward and capture your lips-

"I'm sure you're just worried Sampo would look better than you."

Incredible. Absolutely splendid. A room full of adults, yet Veritas was met with two overgrown children booing every time he'd gotten up today. Which was exactly why the desire to shatter his empty mug grew exponentially upon seeing both of them cheerfully crowding you in the breakroom. You were smiling, certainly, small hands steadying Sampo as he attempted to balance in what, based on the size, had to be Aventurine's heels. It looked ridiculous, tiny shoes and a skirt that was smaller yet.

Veritas grit his teeth as he pushed through to the kettle, appreciative of your hand briefly grazing his waist in passing before laughter erupted as Sampo most likely stumbled.

"You'll ruin them with your big feet," Aventurine sounded sincere in his laughter, making the ruckus a little easier to tolerate as Veritas waited for the water to boil with his back turned to spectacle.

He didn't like how Sampo was practically purring, the smack and your subsequent gasp making Veritas regret taking off his headphones, "guess you need the heels to make up for your lack of other assets, good thing I brought enough for both of us."

"Hey hey, don't touch what you can't afford," Aventurine's words were broken up by soft chuckles.

"Oh come on now friend, I'm sure we can work out a favorable deal."

"One day-"

Veritas cut your amused words off, immediately scolding himself for interrupting you, "One day," he began while turning, clutching his now steaming mug firmly, "HR will get both of you."

Being referred to as a 'killjoy', 'bore', or 'pessimist' had never affected Veritas, and neither did it as he left the breakroom with its loud chatter and rumbling fridge behind.

Approximately ten minutes passed, just enough to find himself properly seated with relevant spreadsheets open, before another anomaly made itself known. As if seeing the leader of Marketing dragging a coworker around in heels and a pencil skirt to show him off wasn't enough.

All irritation, however, leaves Veritas when he swivels his chair, met with the sight of you practically squirming in front of him. Something was off, he was certain of that much. You rarely ever refused to meet his eye and your posture was almost uncomfortable to behold.

Before he can do more than stand, enough force behind the movement for his chair to slam back into the desk, you've already got a painfully hesitant grip on his index finger.

Your lips are moving, but it's not before he leans close enough to feel your breath that the words 'need to borrow you for a moment' registered. Had something happened? The two of you had always practiced subtlety in terms of expressing affection at work. Most days it was easy to accomplish considering your office was one floor below, which only added to the rapidly increasing flurry of scenarios.

Flushed cheeks, clammy hands, a concerning lack of vocalization, trepidation built with every step Veritas too. Your heels clicking against the floor felt particularly intrusive when combined with the confused stares of those whose desks you passed. There would undoubtedly be gossip, not that he found himself able to care at all in the face of your odd behavior.

The restroom door slamming shut heralded peace at last, every attempt at rationalizing and deducing crumbling to dust and drifting away with your shaky exhale.

In the newly acquired privacy, Veritas' hand automatically moved to cup your cheek, some of his worries fading with every rub of his thumb along your skin. No trace of tears.

"Has something happened?" Your uncertainty seemed to grow, almost causing Veritas to frown. Had his voice not been gentle enough?

"No, no, nothing happened," there's a subtle breathlessness to your words, yet they still have Veritas' shoulders relaxing just a tad, "nothing bad, at least."

Do you notice how fast his heart is beating? How it doesn't slow down despite your reassurance, not with the way your warm hands had moved to his chest, a single cheeky thumb attempting to worm its way into his heart. Just as you had.

Except, it hadn't been necessary for you as a whole to crawl through the space between two buttons on his shirt.

The restrooms really were too small for two people.

His blood already felt like it was burning holes through his body.

"Making the reason for wanting to borrow me be…" Oh, how was he supposed to focus with your finger brushing so delicately against his nipple?

Gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, you undoubtedly thought the little quirk of your lips had gone unnoticed.

"Maybe I just missed you?"

Any thought of retaliating to prove the falsehood of your statement died the moment he felt a button come undone to make room for another of your warm fingers to rub against his chest. This had to end. Already, Veritas could feel blood rushing to his nether regions and a tingling spreading across his skin.

This was a workplace, a semi-public space. It wasn't even noon yet. There was no doubt in his mind as he wrapped a hand around your wrist, it would be both indecent and wrong to entertain such thoughts. Worse still, it felt like something Aventurine might do.

"I was enjoying that!" Your protest sounded a little more desperate, urgent even, than usual.

"As was I," Veritas couldn't keep himself from a harmless indulgence, inhaling your sent deeply as he placed a kiss on your wrist.

"And if I asked for permission to continue? To try something new?"

He couldn't keep surprise out of his eyes at the confirmation of your intentions, taking a sharp breath as you further pressed your hips forward against him. It felt overwhelmingly familiar to let his head drop to your shoulder, immovable will focused entirely on not bucking against you.

"I would remind you that-" he bit back a groan as another button was undone by quick fingers, "we are currently working and-" and another button, your fingers now trailing down his abdomen, "this is against company policy and hopefully your sound judgement."

When would you stop this descent into madness? Or at the very least halt your fingers before they-

A soft curse was mumbled against your shoulder, foreign in the mouth that had brought it into existence. Nothing could save him now, not with how divine your fingers slipping beneath his waistband felt.

"What does your 'sound judgement' say now?" It was a way out, one he wouldn't take. There would be gossip regardless of what happened.

And would he not be a fool for refusing to broaden his horizon?

"It says to-" relief flooded his veins as he finally bucked against you, feeling your small hand pressed between your bodies, "indulge in a new experience."

"Perfect."

Veritas' eyes snapped open at the sound of a sharp click echoing, his blood freezing at the devilish change in your expression. Too many things happened at once, the sound of the lock ringing in his mind, the door pushing at his back, you nearly falling onto the toilet while backing, his pants being pulled down by your hands-

Something he'd been eager for moments prior now only invoking panic. His limbs thrashed about, feeling strangely out of control before realising exactly why.

Hands were holding onto him.

The wall was horribly cold against his cheek, squirming all he could against the figure attempting to pin him.

Aventurine's laughter cut through the sound of Veritas' pounding heart, "Sampo, you've got to hold him still, or it'll be impossible to get this on."

#minimal proofread because im in bed and should be asleep #writing this was incredibly hard because when it came down to it #i hated doing mean stuff to ratio :<#he doesn't deserve it #dr ratio x you #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio #veritas x reader #veritas ratio x reader #crow with a pen #cw dubcon #cw coercion #cw manipulation #cw public humiliation

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kerubimcrepin · 8 months ago

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Live-Read: The Remington Comic [PART 1]

(but only the bits with Joris)

While I usually try to go about this blog in an in-universe chronological way, I have to jump forward to Wakfu era here — because the next stop in this blog's plan is the actual, released games of the franchise. Which will take around... a million years, I assume?

TOME 10

Worlds most mentally stable demigod. This excerpt from Otakia is included for my Ush-loving readers, and also to give some context: this guy is keeping some of Remington's besties captive, besides turning his brother into a cat.

"Wait… you're taking me to a… bazaar? am I dreaming?" "Pff… wait till you see what's inside."

In the past tome of this comic, Remington and Grany received a tip, that there exists a magical item that can help them, and an address to a shop, as well as the name "Beating Heart".

ALSO. The store has door chimes. Cute.

"Anyone?" "Yeah, I've seen enough." "They have potions, at least." "Grrr..." "What is that thing?" "??"

They don't seem to really like the place, lol.

"Let's see… "The Treasures of Kerubim"… O.K… We're looking for someone called "Beating Heart."" "Is he the owner of this store?" "Anyone home?" "If we can't find this clown, we could compensate ourselves for the trip." "Hello, sir."

SDGJSAHGUISREHGVDSFHGHHAFGSDFKJGDKSFGSDFGSFDHJS

If you think this is awkward, don't worry. It gets worse from here. Also — apparently, the name of the series is officially the name of the store. The more you know!

Well done little fella… You managed to surprise us.

AND YES. They use tu/toi for the., the 600yo ambassador of Bonta. who is also the owner of the store. who also just overheard them discussing shoplifting.

We're looking for a guy named… sir Beating Heart. Y'know him? Maybe that's your father? It is not my father… It is an object. And… the owner of this store, then? Where is he? In front of you. ... So… uh… you say "beating heart" is an object. Sure. And... could we perhaps see it, that beating heart?

HE'S SO FUCKING DONE ALREADY. he HATES them. also him saying he is the owner is so funny, even if it ISN'T a lie. Like. The store is named and themed after a whole different guy.

Insane.

Beating heart... beating heart... Listen to the rhythm of the heart, replace the rhythm of the body. Beating heart, beating heart... Out of sight… Out of mind… Will you give your soul the time?

Very cool poetry, Joris. I do wonder if this is him talking to himself to remember where it is, him liking this rhythm, or him fucking with Remington for his own amusement.

Please wait here. Careful, Mr. Curious. Small chests can contain big trouble Let's have a closer look. Yeah, bring it quick. Here it is, Beating Heart.

He's so used to shitty rude customers. The fact that he keeps vous/vous'ing them is funny. The fact he only calls Remi "mr. curious" is pretty emblematic of his saintly patience.

Say hello to Beating Heart first. Huh? Say hello to a watch? You have to be kind to objects… each one has its own story to tell. Say hello to Beating Heart… you too, funny talking bow meow. Hello? Hello, Beating Heart… delighted to meet your needle. And how does it work? No idea… Objects do whatever they want. I already have a hard time putting them away. One day, a set of table knives wouldn't stand next to an old sword… a real headache, those two.

I refuse to believe that this scene is not Joris deciding to simply fuck with Remington and Grany, by saying insane things for his own amusement, and making them talk to a clock.

That or he's more mentally ill than I thought. Oh well.

You talk to objects and they talk back! better and better… I know how to listen to them, but that doesn't mean they talk to me. But how can this watch help me? Listen, little guy, my brother suffered a kind of curse. An ecaflip named Ush cast a spell on him that turned him into a bow meow. Ush? The bontarian nobleman?

Either Joris sensed he was being taken way too seriously and backed down, or he decided to go "nah they don't talk to me i just listen to them" route because he knew it'd be a way to confuse the two further and he finds that amusing, or he didn't want to come across as crazy.

But in the end, his reign of making them confused as fuck ends with their mention of Ush — with whom Joris has history, and yet, all Joris says is "bontarian nobleman"... He's hiding that history. Because now he's interested.

And it seems that this Beating Heart could help me become a rogue again. Beating Heart has the ability to give its wearer what they desire most. But to use Beating heart, you need the proficiency in magic that you don't have. It's not for sale, sorry. But for your time, I've got a magic hat that curls your hair. Do you know where you can stick that hat? You little piece of…. brat! Come on, come on… excuse him… he's having a bit of a bad hair day right now.

Notice how fast Joris switches gears: he brought these two this amulet, and was showing it off, before, immediately after Ush's mention, rapidly going "you won't be able to use it, I will not sell it, also your hair sucks ass".

As we will see later, you don't need deep magical skill to use it — you need some self-control, so I really doubt Joris was genuine here.

I have multiple theories:

Joris doesn't want beating heart, a powerful magic item, anywhere near Ush's schemes.

Joris wants them to steal it so that he has an excuse to involve himself in Ush's schemes like the noisy curtain twitcher he is. If this transaction is legitimate, he has no excuse like "UMMM YOUR VICTIMS BROKE INTO MY STORE REPLY TO ME IMMEDIATELY ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING???"

Considering the fact that he puts it away under a glass dome, as Remington and Grany, rogues, watch (and they HAVE talked about robbing him) — I am leaning more strongly towards theory #2.

Thank you for everything, dear friend. No, no, you're not going to tip him on top of it! Hey bro? what's not for sale is up for grabs… As we rogues say. That's right… tonight, beating heart will be mine… he he he.

If my theory of this being a honeypot by Joris is right — then hook, line, and sinker.

On one hand, he doesn't exactly look like he's scheming, on other — he doesn't look too worried.

I think at this moment, his main concern is Ush.

(side note, he's drawn really well in this panel...)

#remicomic #ro liveblogs dofus #krosmoz #dofus #wakfu #joris jurgen

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tehyunnie · 1 year ago

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this was inspired by this

i did this 4 u @strawberry-kirby @mazeinthemoon 🙏🙏💖💖

A grunt left your lips as you finally sat down after hours of standing and serving customers. Rush hour just passed by and you couldn't be more grateful that it was over.

Sure it meant more customers but it also meant having to stand around longer and having to put up with more annoying customers.

You were about to scroll on your phone before your mind began wandering about a certain blonde boy.

Kai was his name and he was a regular. And by regular, i meant going to the cafe every single day at least two times a day and ordering the exact same thing.

You even memorized his name, his order, what he looks like, what time he usually comes— which reminds you. Where was he?

It was already 5:53 pm— which is wayyy past the time he would usually comes.

Negative thoughts soon engulfed your minds, what if he found another cafe? what if he got tired of this cafe? what if he just decided to just not come here anymore? what if—

And speak of the devil and he shall appear.

The door of the cafe swung open, revealing none other than the blondie himself. You could clearly tell he's been running from the way his sweat glistens under the dimming sun; to the way soft panting escaped his beautiful soft lips— wait what?

"Yn! H.. hey!" A breathless kai made his way over to the counter, leaning against it as he catch his breath.

"Woah slow down there, big guy. Take a deep breath then talk to me." You advised him, a slight undertone of worry hinted in your voice.

Kai did exactly as you told him and took his time before looking up at you, his eyelashes batted itself at you while a soft smile made its way towards his face.

"The usual please." he politely said, a cheeky grin now replacing the soft smile. You nodded and typed his order in, ringing it up for him. "Its on the house."

Kai looked at you before shaking his head "On the house? Pleaseee just take my money pretty." he said while shoving the exact total. You rolled your eyes at this— trying to hide your red face as you shoved the money back at him "No I insist!".

This goes on for a while before you finally give up and just take his money before dragging yourself to the kitchen to make his strawberry acai.

Kai sat at his usual spot, waiting for his orders and you.

You brought out his order, placing it neatly in front of him— then proceeded to drag yourself back behind the counter.

But before you could get far, kai tugged at your wrist halting you in your steps. "The cafe seems pretty empty so.. chat with me for a bit?" You looked around the cafe before sitting down in front of him.

Peals of laughter filled the once-quiet cafe, seemingly brightening up the atmosphere. Unfortunately, you both were too busy chatting with each other to notice how the sun has already bid farewell with the moon now replacing its place.

"Oh, what time is it? I should close up the cafe and you should probably head home now." Kai looked at you, clearly sad now that you have to go. "Don't look so sad now, you'll see me again tomorrow!"

Despite saying that, kai's mood didn't seem to change.

"Um.. Oh I know!" You quickly grabbed a pen from your apron and wrote something down on a tissue. "Here!" You beamed while sliding the tissue, with your number, towards him.

Kai's face got noticeably redder upon seeing said tissue. "Text me!" You said while getting up to close up the cafe.

Kai smiled and grabbed the tissue and shoved it inside his pocket— almost skipping while making his way out of the cafe.

Just know that your phone will never be empty again after this.

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laughroditee · 6 months ago

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Thinking about the COD urban fantasy AU that I will be writing a fic for. I have a background in fine art and comics and have experience with video editing, so because of this, this fic came to me as a movie trailer, which I plan on making an animatic of. (If I can get my husband to learn how to voice the characters, I may include voices as well.) But it came from the idea:

What if there was a necromancer who would raise your loved one, but if you didn't pay them, they'd take control of them?

And that leads us to the

🟡 "Repossessed" Trailer Script, starring necromancer!graves

(please note that I do not have any formal training in actually formatting scripts so these are just my notes for the animatic. Filmmakers, don't come for me.)

(OPEN on a cityscape at sundown, cue music, if any.) Voiceover: "The name's Graves."

(NIGHTTIME. cut to a scene of a man, back to us in a cemetery. Close in on headshot, he turns to face the camera.) V/O: "Phillip Graves."

(INTERIOR OFFICE, DAYTIME. Graves is seated behind his desk, feet up, leaning back in his chair, maybe playing with a Rubix cube or something, speaking with a client, whom we can't see yet.)

Client: "Phillip Graves? As in 'fill up graves?' That's a bit… on the nose isn't it?"

Graves (smirking bc he's a cocky mf): "I don't so much fill ‘em up as I do empty ‘em out nowadays."

(Cut back to scene of Graves in the cemetery where a green, eldritch light glows from his hand.) V/O: "As a necromancer, I can bring anyone back from the dead."

(Cut back to Graves in office, looking at client.) Graves: "For a Price."

(Graves leans forward, cocking his head): "What would you pay?"

(Flashes of the deceased, happy.) V/O: "What would you do...?"

(Flashes of the deceased and the client together, loving etc huehuehue) V/O: "...To have them back with you?"

(Cut to Graves sitting behind his desk, holding up photo of the deceased between two fingers, looking at his client, cocky and eager.) Graves: "Pretty little thing like this? What's it worth to ya?"

(Cut to John Price seated in the chair opposite the desk, looking grief-stricken, desperate, and determined): “Everything.”

(cut to black, dramatic pause if there's music)

(Cut to first person POV, looking up at Graves, giving you a hand.) Graves: “Welcome back, darlin', to the land of the living.”

When I post the art (storyboards and eventual video) for this, it will be on my art blog @momokeen and reblogged from there. (I try to keep my 18+ stuff here separate from my main blog, even though I update more here, currently.)

Issues I know I will have:

Time - my chaotic brain always has a billion projects going at once, which is why I wanted to at least put this much out. I have at least four other fics that need attention, not to mention actual real life, and running a small business. I will be doing it though. It may not be good, but it will be done, eventually.

Finding the right music. Currently I'm looking for good epic trailer music. I have zero money to commission someone to compose something custom, otherwise I would ask my friend if he'd take the job.

Voices (because I want them 😩)

The decedent. I had planned on writing the fic as a "x you" POV, but if I'm including a visual trailer, done in the way that I want, obviously I have to pick one way the decedent looks, which I know will leave many people feeling left out. This is why I tend to make OCs, as it's easier for me to make decisions that my OCD and trauma brain won't let me make otherwise, because "this person is their own person and this is how I've developed them." (Also I'm new to fanfic, pls forgive me. I know OC x Canon is the less-liked option here. I really struggle with trying to make everyone happy, to the point that it's debilitating and I honestly don't know what to do.)

And finally, ✨mental health✨.

But yeah, that's it. That's a thing I'm gonna make. This was step one. Thanks for reading. 🖤

#cod #call of duty #cod urban fantasy AU #necromancer!graves #phillip graves #captain john price #laughroditee #momokeen #momokeenart #fanfiction trailer #wip preview #wip #cod au #call of duty au

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joosbasschick · 1 year ago

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🌌Void🌌

A Ricky x Fem!Reader (Angst/Fluff)

Summary: You have been having an extremely hard time for a few weeks, but today was just the one day that topped them all... So Ricky had to step in before he lost you to yourself.

Warnings/Mentions: Depression, Drug usage (prescribed medications), self-deprecation, LOTS OF CRYING, Pet names (Squirt, Honey, Sweetie, Maomao, and Darling), very small amount of violence?

Hello everyone! I finally have completed my very first ZB1 fanfic and have truly become an official writer of Zumblr! This work has a lot of my emotions or feelings into it and was very self-indulgent when thought of. As many of my previous followers may have noticed, I’ve changed my user to “rickyschicky.” Yes, I’m going to mainly be writing about ZB1 from now on, but no I’ll still write for other groups/idols. But they most likely will be my ult biases or Idols that have a special place in my heart. This fic is coming out a lot later than I originally wanted it to due to a lot of personal things happening in my life. Now that this is released, I’ll be working on a proper pin that has a proper about me, rules for the blog, rules for asks and even an anon list for those who wish to SECRETLY stick around! Im very excited to have my fresh start, so perceive me well, pretty please! Feedback is always appreciated, and if you see mistakes don’t be afraid to send me a DM!

Cup. Pop. Gulp.

This routine was normal for you, a dreaded ritual if anything. If you didn’t do this every morning and night, you know your life would be in shambles and unlivable. Curling into your favorite (F/C) blanket, you let out a sigh of emptiness as your feet mindlessly kick around in it.

Managing depression, sucks.

Mindlessly watching whatever was playing on the tv, the heart inside of your chest sunk deeper and deeper. Yet anything you put on couldn’t entertain you, not even rewatching your favorite shows. You can’t decide what’s worse; not remembering how many days it’s been since this started, not eating or hydrating enough, or the fact that you have shut all your friends out with your boyfriend being the very next one. You hear your best friend’s custom ringtone blare though your phone speakers at least twice a day, but you couldn’t help but sigh and say, “not today, (F/N)”. Everything from blaring sounds to the soft fabric currently on your fingertips felt like it was hardly there. Your body feels like over-used putty, numb and worn out from so much usage. It’s impossible though, it has felt like you haven’t moved from this spot in months. Who knows the actual time you even were here on the couch of you and your lover’s shared house.

It’s pitiful how you couldn’t even jump from surprise when Ricky touches your head softly, “I’m home, squirt. I’m sorry I was out late, I wanted to finish getting a certain verse right.’ Only humming in response, you sit up and turn the tv down in an attempt to listen to him. By all means it wasn’t because you weren’t interested, it's far from that. It’s just hard to control your fuzzy mind and have it focus on something emotional at this moment in time. He didn’t like the lack-of response he received, gracefully walking over and sitting next to your cocooned form.

“(Y/N), honey. Please look at me.” You tear your gaze from the random spot you decided to zone out on and look into his gentle, cat shaped eyes. They were full of concern and distress. You almost hated how he could easily read you like an open book just by the way you act or look.

“Sweetie don’t start crying, I am far from mad at you. I just want you to talk to me, tell me what you feel.” Ricky takes no time in using his large thumb to brush away the tears that unknowingly fell from your lash line. He lets his long arms wrap around your figure, pulling you into his comforting lap.

The first thought you could even think of through the numerous tears was ‘why am I like this?’. Feeling disgusted with yourself, you choke out a sob harder and limply lay your head on his shoulder. You take your medicine day and night as prescribed, so why are you still feeling like a hollow doll that’s incapable of nothing? Even in the love of your life’s arms, you couldn’t feel an ounce of happiness.

Ricky sensed this, pulling your chin up and bringing you into a sweet and gentle kiss as he whispers soft praises of how strong you are. “Hey hey hey, don’t work yourself up too much (Y/N). We both know we will feel like shit, and I’ll call Hanbin to let him know I can’t come in to practice because you are just sooo sad.” He gives a cute pout, tickling your sides in mockery. Through your tears, you let out a huff that quickly turns into a squeal. You quickly throw your fists up and start lightly punching him in his wide shoulders and chest in an attempt to get his fingers away from your sensitive sides.

“The last thing I need is for you yelled at by mother, Shen Ricky.” You scold, feeling a breath of life flow through your veins. It was hard to be upset when he acts silly or in this case: say something utterly stupid and cute. He chuckles, noticing how you were starting to change right before his eyes. He knew he had to continue before you slip back.

“Well, I can always bring you to practice?”

“Ricky, WakeOne literally won’t let me, even if you beg.”

You sit in silence before just snorting at his antics. You shimmy out of the blanket and take care to put it around you and him, straddling his lap so you can lay your head on his collarbone right under his chin. Soon your body melts as you go limp once more. Ricky quickly accepted this new position by wrapping his arms around your lower back snugly, giving many annoying kisses to your temples and forehead. He felt you changing again and wanted to halt the process. Deciding this was too annoying right now, you attempt to pull the blanket above your head. Not liking this, your boyfriend quickly grabs the blanket with his teeth and starts tugging on it playfully, tickling your sides ferociously.

“What are you, a dog?”

“Actually, I’m a cat.”

You don’t waste a second to jab your hand in his side, hearing him whimper for you to let up and be gentle. He sighs, giving up and letting you hide under the soft fabric, rocking your curled up form that was on his lap. After being together for a while, he knew your limits and when to stop. You just wanted someone to physically be there for you today, so that’s what he will do. Slowly moving the blanket off the top of your head, he gently clears his throat to sing for you in his mother tongue. You voiced to him before you loved hearing him sing so comfortably in his first language and even encouraged him to teach you a few songs in Chinese.

Not soon after you were about to pull the blanket over your head, you heard his deep, breathy voice fill your ears. Stopping your current action, you tuck your hair behind your ears so you could hear him clearly (even if you couldn’t understand a single thing coming from his lips), and let your head lay heavy on his shoulder. Sure, Ricky could be a total annoying brat when he wanted to be, but times like this are when you are the most thankful for him. You felt at one of your lowest points and instead of running or simply saying, ‘suck it up’, he stuck around and tried to learn how to take care of you and cheer you up. He took his time learning your needs, favorite activities and foods, and even points of his personality you enjoyed the most. You were his rose, freshly bloomed and bright red with an addicting scent. His romance, the one that made his heart fall in his stomach and bounce of his rib cage with a simple stare and gentle laugh. If he could, you would be carried everywhere in his pocket wherever he traveled. Ricky truly loved you, just for who you are.

Not a second after he finished the song, you were wiping tears. You didn’t know what tears they really were at this point. You felt numb, but you at least felt something now compared to earlier. Sitting up carefully, you rub your raw puffy eyes to attempt to see him. Blinking rapidly, you saw he had a gentle smile on, your second favorite smile. Nothing could beat his largest, brightest smile he gives when he is bursting with happiness. Leaning over, you connect your sore lips with his thick, plush ones. Ricky’s chest rumbled smoothly under your hands that were propping you up, humming with the small show of affection.

“That’s my girl, so pretty even when she is the saddest soul on the planet.” He coos, large hands once again cupping your jaw tenderly. His eyes were sparkling, looking like the softest pieces of boba you have laid your own eyes on. Everything that exuded him at this moment spoke of love and truth. You lay your smaller hands ontop of his, enjoying the warmth of them.

“Maomao, let’s go to bed...I’m just really tired after today.” You confess, guilt laced in your voice. His thumb brushed your lip to hush you, smiling sweetly.

“There is nothing wrong with that, my darling. Let’s get some good rest and wake up to a new day. Together.” Your boyfriend promises, gently moving his hands to securely hold your thighs as he stands up and starts walking to your shared bedroom. He lays you down like royalty on the bed, swinging you in properly and tucks you in. By the time you were able to focus your eyes, he vanished from the room.

After a few minutes, you hear a familiar rattle come down the hallway as he slips in the room once again. He kneels by the bed a water in hand, and a yellow tinted bottle with a white cap on top. Sleepily, you grab the bottle and twist it open, smiling when you see the water bottle already opened and offered towards you.

Cup. Pop. Gulp.

Managing depression, sucks.

But Ricky makes it suck a lot less.

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identifying-cars-in-posts · 1 year ago

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update on asks, submissions, rules, state of the blog, etc

first of all, thank you everyone for the interest in the blog! it’s become significantly more than i expected, and since i’m just one person who works full time and is the process of moving i haven’t had the time to keep up with the influx of attention. i’ve spent the last few days figuring out how to run the blog moving forward to best manage a good balance between it and my actual life

submissions: submissions will re-open wednesday july 26th at 8pm EST. this is where you can send me images or videos you take irl or see outside of tumblr to identify. this includes submitting your own car for me to guess. i won’t give my thoughts or anything in submissions, it’ll be just like the other identification posts. please keep any sort of identification request like this to submissions. asks exclusively requesting identifications, dms, and original posts made for the purpose of tagging me will be ignored and/or deleted after submissions are re-opened. submissions will remain open indefinitely just to see how it goes, but will close if/when they become overwhelming, just to keep up with them all

asks: asks will also re-open wednesday july 26th at 8pm EST, and stay open until thursday july 27th 5pm EST. going forward it’ll essentially open on the evenings before my days off and close the evening of the day off so i have time to give my actual attention to asks instead of rushing responses in between customers at work. i work retail so this won’t be consistent from week to week, but i will announce when asks are opening at least a day or two before they do. asks will be for asking me for opinions, recommendations, questions or suggestions for the blog, etc. identification requests without also adding something should go into submissions

tags: i have been going back through old asks to retroactively tag requests for recommendations as #car recs. going forward any recommendations given will go under that tag as well. i’m working on a permanent pinned post that will have more information on the tagging system going forward

pinned: i’m working on a kind of landing page post. this will have an FAQ, information about the tagging system and links for navigating it, rules for asks and submissions, and most of the information in this update. i may also put the date and time for when asks will be re-opened in that post and keep it updated. if you have any requests for things to put in the FAQ, or any other questions, feel free to reply to this post. it will stay pinned until the big boy pinned post goes up

tagging me in posts: i will continue to try to get to every pre-existing post i’m tagged in, but make no promises about getting to all of them, especially if they have a bunch of cars in them. this goes for submissions and asks as well - as fun as it is to play i spy and try to get them all, i only have so much time. if i can i’ll give it a shot, but the multiple posts and asks i’ve gotten of full yards or highways full of cars will definitely take longer to get to, if i get to them at all. as much as i’d like to do them for the sake of the bit lol

thanks for bearing with me over the last few days!

#not a car id #update

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dream-sans-mogai · 17 days ago

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You know what? I'm not done.

The fact y'all white mogais fought tooth and nail to not have to put white in your bios or somewhere readily available was actually insane and confirms my already existing theory that some of you think once you have a certain amount of kins, f/os, irls, mental illnesses, xenogenders, orientation modifiers, alters and neopronouns, you lose white privilege and it absolutely shows that you do not lose that privilege exclusively because y'all have become pretty consistent white saviors lmao

Like y'all literally cried about it being too identifiable about you and being the same as doxxing like you weren't already sharing with everyone the exact percentages of your orientation attraction, age, state you live in, public name, like... I have to wonder hard how many of y'all participate in anti-racism activism to be an ally, actually understand why certain things are actually racist and help POC and how many of you exclusively do it to look better to other (white) activists and ease your white guilt.

Now y'all aren't even including byi/stance pages on top of a total lack of dni and wonder why radqueer beliefs are seeping in and every new term is basically transabled under a different name. I called it when I first saw this new batch pop up and I'm saying it now, they have their radqueer blogs with their radqueer content that you have blocked and they have their other blog named something like prxncxss-of-nxght or something with $50 worth of custom lazy caard graphic edits with needy streamer girl and 17 titles but no public stances for all their normal xenogender content. You didn't fight it so there they are. They ain't saying shit. Hell, no one said shit when ra/diomo/gai litterally reblogged a word for word transabled term. "Internal self" you realize that's just flowery language right? Like the creator themselves already said that it applied "to the soul and not the physical form". Please read a room. "#disability"? Are you actually fucking kidding me? No one batted an eye?

I don't think the community is dead because I don't follow a lot of big names anymore or because a lot of big names have deactivated, y'all just stopped caring and moved on despite all these beliefs you said you cared about. I don't really care, I've pretty much known from day one that a majority of the community is literally just full of shit about all these 8 paragraph basic feminism posts and vents crying about racism from fully white people.

I'm not someone to rip someone apart publicly for being what they say they are, then there's no need, but lieing about it? Damn, at least be shitty honestly.

Don't harass me, the creator of that term or ra/diom/og/ai over this. Just block and move on, I'm not having some public drama back and forth over a clearly transabled term.

#clover speaks #no one said a word #no call out no notes calling it what it is coiner is a literal radqueer #like yall dont care and even though i knew it im just glad i dont have to pretend to believe ur activism claims anymore #you wonder where i went i went back to my art back to things that make me happy #this community may be less trigger happy but now they are snuggling up to radqueers just like i predicted #i knew it was gonna happen and i knew the community would just keep going and its why i hooped off this train years ago #despite yalls claims of being critical inclusionists and wanting to educate instead of hate ive seen this all happen before #the inclusionist vs exclusionist saga didnt die because one side beat the other #a fuck ton of inclusionists became map supporters over night and all the exclusionists just lost interest and moved on #this is what will continue to happen to every movement the ultra progressives on this site create until you grow a backbone #yall are so scared of invalidating someone who is genuinely harmful that youve become the thing you claimed you hate #ive clocked multiple terms that were ableist or interphobic but because yall never make any effort to actually listen to us #you've allowed radqueers to basically indoctrinate you while the rest of us watch you zombie shuffle onwards #youve liberalpilled inclusionmaxxed ur way into the fucking sun #im not coming with yall yall have fun but im not going to smile to ur face and pretend you even remotely have disabled and intersex peoples #best interests at heart #the community has always been ableist #the community has always been racist #the community has always been interphobic #it wont change until any of you can accept that just cause you feel some way in passing dosent mean its a valid identity #even if its not in passing its still not inherently morally neutral #I'll keep being me but like literal transabled terminology is seeping in and its hitting the worst of us first but yall have never listened #so not shocking nor surprising that no one caught this and thus did not say shit #yall love to scream that your moderate personality disorder is the same as my severe autism and subsequent mental disability are the same #every july but you sure dont give a single shit when someone pretends to have our condition and makes up a word and throws some pantones on #a png and calls it valid #grow a backbone or continue being the laughing stock of the disability community i aint helping either way

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chacusha · 1 year ago

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My tips to new users to make Tumblr more usable

This is kind of random but I think Tumblr is one of those websites that hides a lot of its functionality from users and comes with default settings that makes it kind unusable (at least for me). So I've decided to collect some suggestions about things to do immediately in order to make Tumblr a much more usable website:

Most important: Put the content you actually opt into on your dash. First, go to Settings > Dashboard and turn off "Best Stuff First." In general, (1) I don't think it's good to let social media sites curate your content feed (they're not very good! you can curate your own content feeds!), and (2) chronological ordering is much more helpful for making sense of information. I don't know why you would want posts on a site to be presented in any other way. Please save yourself and make your dash chronological by toggling this monstrosity OFF. Also for the love of god, turn off "Include posts liked by the blogs you follow" and "Include 'Based On Your Likes!'" too. Other people's experiences might be different from mine, but when Tumblr first introduced this feature and I tried it out for a while, it was so predictable that every time I came across a post that made me viscerally angry and think, "How the HELL did this get on my dash?" it was always always some random post from someone I wasn't even following… So yeah, get rid of that.

Second, make the "Following" tab your default, instead of the "For you" tab. How to do this is not particularly obvious. From the Tumblr homepage (not settings), you need to find the tabs at the top of your dash (For you, Following, Your tags) and then click the toggle/settings icon to the right of those tabs. This will allow you to reorder your tabs. In particular, what you need to do is click the pin icon to the right of "Following," and this will set Following to be your pinned and first tab. By default, when you open Tumblr, your dash will show the posts of people you have actually opted into following rather than what Tumblr suggests to you.

Next, make sure timestamps on posts are on. This should be the default (despite what Tumblr says?), but if you don't see timestamps at the top of all posts, I highly recommend turning this setting on (under Settings > Dashboard). Knowing when a post was made is hugely helpful for understanding the context of the post, and I don't know why websites would allow you to hide this, really, unless they want you walking around with no sense of time or context, which uh… I don't recommend that social media experience!

Turn off endless scrolling (under Settings > Dashboard): Websites like endless scrolling to keep people from leaving the site. I recommend turning this off to make it more obvious how many posts you've scrolled through on Tumblr, to make it easier to find your place in older posts, and also to make the website just lighter to load. When I last used it, the Tumblr mobile app does not allow pagination, which is pretty typical of social media apps in general. Honestly, I recommend just not using the Tumblr mobile app at all. I've uninstalled it and aside from missing the convenience of being able to attach photos from my phone onto Tumblr posts, I really don't miss it…

Things that you may or may not be interested in:

Enable custom theme on (each of) your blog(s): So fun fact: If you don't have a custom theme enabled, then when people visit your blog when not logged into Tumblr, they will only be able to scroll through a few of the posts on your blog before being prompted by Tumblr to log in if they want to see more. This popup cannot be gotten around, and so people without Tumblr accounts or who are browsing on a device/browser without a login session just won't be able to see your posts. Personally, I do not like this behavior -- I like my blogs to be archives with useful permalinks that can be browsed by anyone. Anyway, you can get rid of this annoying prompt by going to Account > (select blog) > Blog settings and toggling that "Enable custom theme" slider. It doesn't really matter what theme you use (although there are a lot of options to choose from), just use a custom one!

Turn off "Shorten long posts" (under Settings > Dashboard): YMMV, but I personally don't find this setting very helpful as the maximum length for when it starts cutting off posts is pretty short and falls far short of what I would consider a "long post" that is inconvenient to scroll past. Instead, you may want to turn off this setting and create a filter for the tag "long post" (under Settings > Account > Filtered Tags).

Mature content: If you're interested in possibly seeing mature content, you may want to review your mature content settings (under Settings > Account) as by default, Tumblr is set to hide it entirely and doesn't tell you that it's hidden posts from you and so you probably just will not be aware this setting is a thing! Personally, I use the "Blur" setting.

Hiding content from users you don't want to see: As far as I can tell, if you see someone's posts in (e.g.) tag searches and would prefer not to see any of that person's posts in public places like that tag or appear on your dash by people you follow reblogging their posts, you should block them. Official Tumblr documentation does not say that this is a feature of blocking, but it is.

When Tumblr's functionality isn't enough… External tools such as XKit Rewritten provide a whole lot of QoL fixes to Tumblr's interface like making it easier to reply to replies, hiding posts you've already seen, showing how many new/unread posts are in tracked tags, showing all tags on posts by default rather than requiring you to click "See all," etc. For me, one thing I needed in order to make Tumblr semi-usable for me is hiding notes in tag searches (because I don't really need constant reminders that my tastes aren't aligned with wider fandom's tastes lol). I couldn't find a tool that does this, so I wrote a simple Tampermonkey script to do it for me.

Hope this helps new users of Tumblr, and feel free to add other helpful tips if you have them!

#tumblr #complaining about tumblr on tumblr #social media #guides for new users

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crowpunkcognitivedecline · 11 months ago

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*context & details under cut!

the symbols being referenced are this flag and this symbol!

physical items = pins, patches, flags, paintings, mobility aid customization digital items = zines, digital artwork, possibly animations, whatever else i can think of.

please don't buy my work/vote that you will because you think i need the support. i am not in desperate need of money or aid. i am a full financial dependent, and my living situation is safe. your support is voluntary and your lack of support will not harm me in any way.

me making merchandise would not mean:

no one else can sell work with the designs*

the designs would in any way become pay-to-use or pay-to-download

the designs would be "my property" (the original images--as in, the literal original pngs on my blog--are "mine", but even just recoloring or resizing them makes them not mine.)

*excluding selling the exact pngs i've posted, which i already ask you not to. i can't stop you from just ripping the image and putting it on redbubble, and i don't care to try, but i do ask that you don't. the pngs aren't even all that high quality. you can literally just bump up the resolution and it's yours to do whatever.

it would mean:

i add to my passive income as an artist, which is nice!

i have more funds to table at in-person events and donate my original work [ie educational zines]

you have a place to buy shit with the designs, if you so choose

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fefairys · 2 years ago

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ok i wanna make my own tips post for the redditors

hello welcome :] here's some things i've noticed it seems a lot of you aren't aware of. i might add more later:

first of all, PLEASE turn on custom theme! you don't have to actually make or find a theme yourself as it gives you a default one, (but it is really fun and good to personalize your blog however you want) but doing this makes it easier to view and search your own blog, as i will describe later. this makes it so that you will show up at yoururl.tumblr.com and not just tumblr.com/yoururl it gives you your own page! it's good!! you can only tick this setting on desktop:

another very important thing: DO NOT FUCKING REPOST ART WITHOUT CREDIT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. honestly you should not report art without permission at all, but at LEAST credit the artist. and saying "idk who did this but credit to them" DOES NOT COUNT. take some time to reverse google image search and find the artist. if you can't find them, DON'T REPOST!!! turning the art into a meme doesn't mean you don't have to credit the artist!!!!!! AAHHH!! ok.

TAGS/SEARCHING in reblogs, all tags serve to do is (a) leave a bit of quiet commentary, if you're too shy to leave it in the actual body of the post or (b) organize posts on Your Blog Only. tagging a reblog does not make the post show up in the searchable tag. reblogs are not searchable through the tumblr search bar.

to find posts from a certain tag on your own blog, go to yoururl.tumblr.com/tagged/tag. you can also add /chrono to the end of that url to view the posts in chronological order! you actually don't need to tag original posts with every variation of a tag either. for example if you tag something as "r/196", it will show up when just "196" is searched for, because it contains "196" in it. so you dont NEED to tag the post "196, r196, r/196" etc. but i mean. do whatever u want. honestly i think a lot of veteran tumblr users don't even know that. but yeah tagging with a ton of variations like that is unnecessary unless you're spelling something differently or doing an abbreviation as well as a full title, such as "#what we do in the shadows, #wwdits"

also, your posts are searchable by literally any word in the post, whether it be the body, the tags, or even your url. so if your url has 'catboy' in it, and someone searches 'catboy' they will see all of your original posts in the tag lmao. it is pretty stupid but that's how it works.

on that note, FILTERING with filtering tags, it is very specific. so if youre content warning tagging something, please just tag it with the word, like "#blood" because if you tag it "#cw blood" or "#blood ///" people who just have "#blood" blocked, will still see the post! lots of veteran tumblr users don't seem to grasp this either 😭

you can filter out words as well as tags, but that can get tricky because if you filter out "rape" words like "grape" and "drape" will also be blocked, so i only use the word filter to block peoples urls. because even if you have someone blocked, you can still see people reblogging their posts, so if u don't wanna see them at all, block their url as a filtered word.

you can do all of this in the regular ol' 'settings' tab on desktop. on mobile it's settings -> general settings -> filtering

PAGES something i love about tumblr but is getting used less and less is the ability to make separate pages on your blog. the option to do so is all the way at the bottom on the theme customization panel. (only available on desktop tumblr)

nowadays a lot of people just make a carrd and provide a link to that, but tumblr allows you to make your own separate blog pages! a lot of people use this to make "about me" pages, since it provides a lot more freedom than just the "blog description" section! you can put images on there, and just completely code the whole thing yourself! unfortunately, these pages aren't visible on mobile unless you link to them in your blog description (see my blog as an example) using <a href="link">link title</a> lots of people have links like this in their descriptions that lead to about pages or carrds! you should click on these to learn more about the person you're following!!

some people have "DNI (do not interact)" or "BYF (before you follow)" pages to set boundaries on who they do or don't want following them, as a warning of like "hey if you fall under this criteria and you follow/interact with me, you're getting blocked" so those are good to check for! some folks have lots of strong opinions on these that theyre "stupid" or "useless" but really it's just a warning and setting boundaries. like, if you follow me and ur not supposed to, i'm just gonna block you anyway, it was just a warning that that's what was gonna happen!

speaking of blocking, just fuckin' block whoever you want whenever you want. if you find someone annoying just block them. if they post something you don't like just block them. there's no need to get into an argument. just block! and they're gone! wheeee!!

SIDEBLOGS!!! you can have separate blogs from your main one that are connected to your same account! some people have tooooons of sideblogs for every single fandom they're in, some people just use their main for everything. it's up to you!

note that you can only like posts, send asks, follow people, and reply to posts under your main blog url. sideblogs are just for posting and reblogging in a more organized manner :] it's good to say in the description of your side blog what your main blog is so people know who you are when you like and reply to posts and such! (and also to list your sideblogs somewhere on ur main for the same reason. i use the aforementioned about page for this ^u^)

um that's it for now! there's a lot of other things i could talk about, but i'm sure other posts are covering it.. these are just ones i really want to iterate, especially the tags thing cause i think a lot of tumblr users don't even realize that lol ^u^ i've been active as fuck on tumblr since 2013 so I can answer questions if you have any :)

#196

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m0thisonfire · 2 years ago

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What the fuck.

Okay, yeah, we get it-

Good for you. I’m genuinely glad good things have been happening to you. But this stresses me out more than I already am.

6’4 body builder guy?? Who can knock someone out in a swing??? Fun. Good. Glad you clearly have so many people who do care. Can you not encourage people killing people? Especially when those people are women who are in a very fragile state? Are you shitting me? Did you even elaborate on that or were you just riding the high at the idea of someone getting hurt over you? I don’t know if this story is even true, but Jesus Christ, please let it not, because it just shows how much crazy she has left in her…

My partner did not purposefully hurt anyone. You two were both in bad places and shouldn’t have even been talking to each other if you were in such a bad position. You should have been talking to the other people who clearly cared so much and you knew so much longer, Keri. Not someone who you had just met and put your entire mental health pillar on when she was in just as bad a mental spot.

And then blaming her for her disorder that literally makes her have favorite people? After she warned you multiple time? That is not her fault. You shouldn’t have dragged it out as long as you have and just gone to your actual friends, because clearly, you weren’t thinking this one through.

I’m so tired of stressing on whether or not every goddamn time I check frecklydork’s blog, it’s another death threat, complaint, or her bitching over commissions.

Lately it’s been good! Life seems to at least be kind to her! But her exaggerating to a customer?? And him threatening death and her delighting in it???

Why? Why why why? I can’t do it. I can’t handle her doing this. It’s constant with her. She doesn’t want to get better, she wants attention. And she’s getting it and she’s just making it so much worse.

Talk about getting away with things. Encouraging death threats and wishing death on someone? In my opinion, that is the worst thing to get away with. No one deserves that. Especially not someone I’ve been talking to the entire time she was, from start to when it broke off.

I. Am. So so so tired. Of Keri continually threatening and encouraging threats towards my girlfriend. My partner. Over fictional characters and comms. Its a fictional character. Lines on paper.

God save me or kill me, at this point I would be so much fucking happier if she just moved the fuck on.

#frecklydiscourse #tw vent #vent #tw death threats #seasonal depression is hitting and this is fuel on the fire #I want to cry but I can’t #i’m so mad #I can’t do anything and it’s fucking with MY mental health #she’s just making it worse and worse and worse and she’s not going to stop #she’s such a fucking bully oh my god…

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year ago

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This is a post about the current blog poll regarding ask games on this blog. You can find the original post and poll to vote on via this link below. Please do not send votes via ask messages.

Posts about this topic have the tag 'blog poll'.

https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/724128639169544192/

This is long. Here is a read more.

Anonymous asked: sorry im not home and mobile search sucks or else id look myself, but is there a catchall tag for ask games? i think there is but bad memory lol. if not maybe there should be so people can block all games instead of each new one !

Anonymous asked: Suggestion for the ask game debacle: why not tag all those posts with one consistent tag like "kinfessions ask game" or something? Either in addition to or in place of the custom tags. That gives everybody's blacklist something to pick up without requiring someone to add a tag for every single ask game.

Anonymous asked: voted to keep ask games but consider just adding a catch-all tag alongside the specific game for blacklisting purposes maybe? the anon has a fair point with how many there have been lately that it can kind of drown out regular confessions but ask games are fun and it wouldn't exactly be fair to completely get rid of them. wouldn't mind a sister blog for them either though

There isn't a catch all tag, and that's a extremely good idea. I'm kinda kicking myself for not asking for feedback before making a whole poll about it. We'd still have the poll, but there would've been better options about what to do. Also for not doing that to start with.

Anonymous asked: i'm all for continuing the ask games, but can we at least LIMIT them? sometimes it feels like there's a new one every day, or like everything posted is a response to an ask game. it's obviously not stopping anybody from kinfessing normally, but it feels weird to only see ask game responses when the blog was originally intended for kinfessions

Anonymous asked: a suggestion about ask games: host one or two as events with loose but present time limits. kinda like this blog had for june, with mostly pride-themed prompts? it would probably require more moderation, so no pressure if you don't feel up to it mpc. we could even vote for favorite games but i can see it may leave someone upset bc their idea lost. right now it seems (to me. just a personal opinion) like this sudden overflow of different yet very specific prompts is a bit directionless. it's not necessarily bad for a community blog but could discourage a full "conversation"? of linked confessions, which i see as the point of ask games. this isn't to say there are no responses to posted answers - quite the opposite, actually! i just think having fewer themes would allow more unique experiences to be included, instead of splitting more subtopics.

True, there have been a fair amount, and it's been ramping up. Not a bad thing, it's nice that people have curiosity about other's canons and sources.

Seems like a lot of work, but doable imo. My concern would be actually getting people to vote for the ask games. Also if an ask game wins, but nobody plays it, then what? Do we just go onto the next one? Would there be a time limit? What if people send things after the time limit? I'd feel like such a dick for not posting it because they didn't send it in on time. This isn't really a final exam at school or your office job with time limits. Literally how do I explain it without sounding like a Super Serious Tool?

People do that for holiday things, you can't stop that from happening. The only reason I put a time limit for holidays is so nobody gets triggered after they remove a tag from their blacklist, assuming nobody celebrates Fathers Day 2 weeks afterwards. You know what I mean? Not to mention this blog is very active. People may not see prompts until long after the time limit, and they may still want to participate. Also who thinks up themes, if there will be any?

Though maybe we don't vote on them. Like you mentioned, people might get upset if theirs isn't picked. I suppose we could just do it chronologically, as they're sent in. I'm not sure how to manage this. Save the future ask games to drafts and hope I don't lose them? Probably.

Anonymous asked: Going to agree with the anon, there is a bit too many ask games ngl, like I like them but there is so many of them at this point and like I even blacklist the tags but they still get through. I just wish that there was a bit less of them or that there was a seperate blog :(

The thing about the auxiliary blog is that it won't have the same amount of traffic and might go dead. Not a bad thing, such is life. But I think part of the appeal of ask games replies and confessions is that this is a fairly high traffic blog. People want to be seen, even if it's anonymous. I wouldn't mind running a side blog, or at least getting it active enough to let someone else handle it.

Anonymous asked: Hello MPC! You don’t have to post this, but I saw that you were asking for opinions and I can’t actually find somewhere to vote on a poll (unless it was metaphorical? I can’t tell honestly), so feel free to delete this if it’s just taking up space- but I kind of agree with the anon who spoke up about the ask games. It’s not really a bad thing they exist, but when you have so many going at one time, it’s hard to keep track of and sometimes the pinned post/asks become incredibly long. It also feels like it goes against the whole ‘this is not a canon call’ mindset of the blog because it can and does spark up conversations between people, if that makes sense? It’s not a bad thing people are involved, but I feel like it takes away from the point of the blog a little. I think having the ask games be cleaned up and a new system put into place to make it easier to block the tag/find them would be super helpful, but I know that can be stressful. All in all, I’m sure everyone will support your decision!! Thank you for everything you put into this blog MPC 🖤

The voting poll post is here if you haven't found it already. Thank you for your input, you have some good points. https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/724128639169544192 It's true that the ask game post is incredibly, tediously long. Even with tags, it's hard to ignore.

I don't know about the canon call thing, I haven't really seen people implying they should be contacted over x y z happening in their canon due to an ask game reply. Honestly I'm not fighting that battle very hard anyways.

I get the feeling that ask games are going to stay. But we did get some ideas on how to manage them better than their current form.

Summary of suggestions

Limit amount of active ask games per week or per month. Maybe 3 per week?

Create a catch all tag for ask game responses

Ask game topics per week or month. Maybe can be voteable as well?

Create side blog solely for ask games regardless??

#mod response #not confessions #mod party cat #blog poll

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vespersposts · 2 years ago

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Reap what you sow

I update after a while, I am a bit lazy even with the blog I apologize but it's busy weeks. I will also resume the mini stories of 'Lame game' soon, for now I leave you with a new chapter in this series.

Here you and Daiki lay the foundation for your fake story, hoping no one pays too much attention to how mismatched you are. I hope you enjoy it. See you soon!

Vesper

After a three-course dinner and four hours of trying not to fall off those stilts Kyoko calls shoes, you deserve to throw yourself into bed and sleep like a baby.

Instead, you have to work overtime.

"Apartment 199, please " you tell the worried concierge, who quickly phones the athlete to inform him of your visit.

He offers to show you around, accompanies you to the lift, chooses the right floor for you, and turns his attention away from your legs, which are covered by thin tights, only when you start to cough heavily.

Things you are used to, but will never really get used to.

You check your mobile phone and smile at your boss's enthusiastic reaction to Kyoko's feedback.

You love working with women; they are so loving, generous, never vulgar. They spoil you in a gentle way, making you feel special, dressing you up like their favourite doll and taking you to their art gallery opening to show everyone how perfect you are.

They give you shoes just like theirs, which butcher your feet and threaten to make you fall off, but they're so happy with the red thread that binds you, that it doesn't matter if you have blisters for two weeks.

You smile, clutching the small bright purse between your fingers, and drag your legs to the end of the corridor, where an ajar door awaits. At least, a woman would have been waiting at the lift. But he is not even a customer, let alone a done and dusted man. You knock on the door and announce yourself, looking at where you can leave your shoes, smiling at the imaginary relief you will feel when you take them off.

You hear his voice shout something, then quick footsteps approach and there he is, Daiki Aomine in his stylish outfit of grey joggers and a simple white t-shirt.

"Who are you?" he asks, handing you an envelope with a pair of guest slippers. He pauses to watch, curious and amused, as you try to sit down on the front step, despite the fact that your dress is too short and tight to do so without revealing all your virtue.

" If you're done with the humour, could you lend me your arm?" you ask him testily, and immediately receive his forearm on which to lean, and finally manage to put on your slippers.

"Do you always dress like that when you go into strangers' houses?” he asks you, looking at you with a long stare, but there is no malice in his intention, if anything, irony.

"I was at work " you replied hastily, and followed him into the living room, where you noticed that he had already arranged some snacks on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

" You should not accept being invited home, especially if it's a man and it's getting late" he comments, opening a bag of crisps and spilling them into a metal bowl.

You look up, you must have arrived at a preacher's house.

" I don't know much about you, but I know you don't like me. I asked Momoi if you were a psycho and she vouched for you. I trust Satsuki completely, so yeah, I didn't have too many qualms about coming here tonight " you explain, sitting on the edge of the sofa so that your dress doesn't embarrass you.

"She’s no liar, for sure" he nods and goes to the fridge "What can I get you to drink? I've only got sports drinks, water and maybe some coffee, but it has been there since this morning! " he finishes, standing with his back to you, as he checks the contents of the fridge in the design kitchen.

" Water will be fine, thanks" you reply, letting your eyes wander around the room.

You certainly hadn't imagined a boy's apartment to be this clean and tidy, let alone his. There is little furniture, which makes everything seem airy, comfortable and soft. The lights are hidden at the edge of the wall and are warm, enveloping. There is only one large abstract painting on the walls, which breaks up the neutral tone of the room by contrasting with the light parquet floor. On the long, dark cupboard beneath there are a glass tumbler, his residence card and a set of three silver-framed photographs that you approach.

They are, of course, an ode to her.

Every other woman who enters this house must know to whom his heart belongs.

You smile and bring the middle photo closer to your face, feeling him behind you, his tall frame inches from you, a breath of air carrying his scent.

"You must think it's lame" he comments, taking out of your hands the picture of him, shirtless and happy, with Satsuki on his shoulders at some kind of summer festival .

"Not at all" you turn to look at his face "I find it very meaningful instead" you smile, moving away to resume your position on the couch.

"You are a rather mysterious person, you know that?" he comments, sliding in next to you and looking at you as if waiting for some revelation.

" I know Kuri has told you everything she thinks she knows about me, but I'm not going to explain how I run my private life " you inform him, taking a sip from your glass as he stretches out flat on the pillows.

"She has a terrible opinion of you, but who cares! " he mentions without much ado "Satsuki would never have let you get this close to me if she didn't have complete faith in you, so your 'friend' must be wrong" he concludes, gesturing with his hand to pass the chips around.

You comply and remain silent for a moment, before sharing your pressing thought.

"You always come first for Satsuki, do you see that? " you ask, making him stop and look at you with a quizzical expression.

"I'll explain it simply: no girl would care as much about a childhood friend, much less one who has a soulmate boyfriend to think about. Then why do you think Momoi cares so much about you?" you urge him, turning to him, who gives you an alarmed look and a few unintelligible half-words.Then he looks away to pull himself up, pulls a pillow out from behind his back and tosses it between you, sighing and returning to his original position.

" What's this for? Are you stupid or something?" you ask him piquantly, but as you lower your eyes to your bare legs, you realise that maybe you are the stupid one.

You stand up and spread your dress over your knees, clenching your hands as your image crumbles, now that your cheeks are burning and you are close to bursting into tears.

You inhale and exhale a couple of times, press your lips against each other, but nothing seems to work, perhaps because you are too tired and uncomfortable.

It gets even worse when you hear his voice.

" There's no need to get so upset. It's not like you showed me your panties begging me to fuck you, and besides, yours aren't the first pair of thighs I've seen" he informs you, thinking he's being helpful "So… Don't worry at all. I've already cleaned it all up. All gone, memory resetted, wiped ! " he assures you as he gets up from the couch and stands in front of you, his hands on your shoulders and a look so serious on his face, that you can't help but pop out that question. "What kind of girl, in her right mind, would be showing you her panties in a begging bowl? Are you that simple even in porn, champ?" you conclude under his astonished gaze.

You barely had time to blink before you heard him laugh, thunderously, his hands still resting on your shoulders, making you tremble a little.

“What a freak !" he points out between the chuckles.

"Say you, the filthiest guy of them all!” you reply, smiling a little at his beaming face.

"Say you, the most annoying girl around!” his voice echoes, making you tighten your lips in a grimace.

“At least I don't spend all my spare time wasting tissues in front of a screen!" you set your winning slam.

He nods, raising his hands to admit defeat.

"It's gonna be a hot mess, right?” he smirks “ An yet… Why not? Go on, show me life beyond the screen, you genius!" trying to read your puzzled expression.

"Are you in? We're doing the faking thing?" you think out loud. He nods, letting you go and clenching his hand into a fist, expecting you to do the same to seal the deal.

"After all I know... There’s no way I’m gonna bump you! " you protest, giving him a wry look before hearing him bursting into laughter again.

You are so mismatched, so out of sync, so unfit for each other, it's almost funny. You are like those endless jigsaw puzzles you do as a child, bored out of your mind. The ones where you force the pieces together just to finish the game quickly, not caring if the picture isn't the one in the box. It's all so pointless, grotesque, embarrassing, that it's sure it’s gonna be a mess.

Yet here you are, shrugging your shoulders, eating crisps and asking for a blanket so you can sit on the couch without making a further spectacle of yourself.

The tiredness is gone, the embarrassment too, replaced by lame jokes and childish remarks.

Yet here you are, doing everything you can to escape your loneliness again.

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