#even if the writer's block decided to hit just as I got super into the meat of the plot :/

[yellow-faerie]

The Lady of Tartúrion

Fic by @yellow-faerie (AO3)

Art by @lidoshka (AO3) - Original art found here, here and here

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Minor Character Death Off Screen, Depression

Relationships: Fëanor & Indis, Indis & Children of Indis, Indis/Finwë, Indis & Ingwë, Indis & Accalírë (OC)

Characters: Indis, Fëanor, Finwë, Finarfin, Fingolfin, Findis, Lalwen, Ingwë, Rúmil, Accalírë (OC), Other OCs

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary:

When Indis first met Fëanáro, she was still la Lady of the Vanyarin Court and had not yet met Finwë - the future love of her life - in anything outside of an official capacity.

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In the aftermath of Finwë's death, fading in his sleep from his longstanding grief, Indis must keep it together for her children, and for the baby within her, and for Fëanáro - who does not particularly want her help. She has friends and her brother but it is still no easy task.

This is a fic for @tolkienrsb, for slide #48!

[n0t-y0ur-piece-0f-cake]

Hiiiiii how are you? I wanted to ask if you could do a super spicey one shot where a male yautja ends up stalking a group of girls and having his way with them in various ways, one by one but then when he finally gets to the reader he ends favoring the reader more than the other girls and ends up breeding reader until the next morning and after that he decided she was gonna be his mate 😏

A night to remember

Summary: girls night out went absolutely wrong.

Fem reader x male yautja

Warnings: NSFW, omfg where do I start, uhhh, rape/noncon, breeding, alien in a rut, drugging, violence, death, implied forced pregnancy,,,

MDNI MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

For everyone else, read at own risk.

Not proof read, English isn't my first language and this was written at 1 am.

Authors note: my first reaction when I read that request was literally 🤨🫢🫣😈 I never thought I could be capable of writing this, but it helped me through my writers block, thx <3

Preparations were always hard. But the worse was long done. Now it was only make up that was left. Tonight's Friday night. The Friday night. Where me, Michelle and Tina finally got ready for our girls night out. We planned that date for so long - Prepared for so long. The parties theme at our local club was "warrior". So the girls and me obviously had to go all overboard. It didn't matter if we went overdressed or too hard. This was and is going to be some quality time. We had so much fun putting together our costumes. Even tho it was still obvious they were part dresses still.

Tina's get up was leaning more for a samurai. Shoulderpats, chest plate - yet still revealing, and a kimono type dress - also still revealing.

Michelle was more inspired by knights. Her dress was complement nicely by a chain top and some more sliver plates on her arms and legs. As well as a cute half helmet with a gracious yellow feather. Overall not too revealing, but the dress was still short enough to almost pop her butt out.

I on the other hand? I went for something more primal. Like a hunter. A hunter you'd see in a deep forest in the stone ages. I knew all the fur would bite me in the ass at the club, but it was worth it, of course it wasnt all fur. Just a big patch of fur over my shoulder. The rest? A sweet brown dress, showing off my thighs and what was still visible of my collarbone. I even went so far and got myself a necklace with sharp teeth and some Ambers. Not sure if either were real. It was second hand. I put on some last details for my make up. Painting some face markings.

We were now ready to go.

"Wait! Hold up", Tina basically shouted out, as Michelle grabbed her heels. We all looked at Tina. She held up her arms and looked at us with a devious smile.

"We have to get a shot in, just to celebrate"

Michelle shook her head. "Come on, Tina. It's not that pricey at the club."

I looked between the two. Sighing with a smile: "But we've got to celebrate. Now that Tina's moving away."

Tina jumped up, like a kid, begging over and over. "Pleaaaaase - for me? This once, Michelle?"

Michelle was never fond of drinking before hand. Drinking in general even, only on special occasions.

Michelle places her heels back down. Giving up, for Tina's sake. Tina giggled and turned back to the kitchen. Smacking three shot glasses on the table like she's a bartender. A samurai bartender. Michelle and I smirked with Tina. When she pulled put her vodka, our eyes widen. This really was a special occasion. It was her 10 Liter vodka bottle, that she never opened. That shit cost her a fortune.

We watched as Tina opened the bottle, it emitted a cracking sound. Yes. Freshly open. It was untouched. Until now. She carefully shifted the bottle, trying to hit the shot glasses. It already made her look like she was drunk, spilling the vodka left and right. We all giggled. Tina let out a more nervous one. I couldn't watch her struggle any longer. So I held the two glasses up to the bottles head. Making it easier to pour. Michelle took the last glass and also then held it under the head. Now all three were full and each placed in a hand. We looked at each other.

"To Tina", Michelle said, holding up the small glass up and to our middle.

"To Tina." We all said out like a record. Drinking it in one go. Nothing at first. But then a weird taste emerged. I wasn't really used to pure vodka. Michelle, not at all. She coughed. But quickly swallowed her cough as quick as it came. We all chuckled together again.

"I could go for another one... now that it's open...", the bottle owner said, swaying her hip from side to side.

"No." It came out like a choir from us.

"We gotta get there before 8, otherwise, who knows how full it'll be tonight", I said, already going for the small hallway to grab my heels. Tina soon following with Michelle.

The streets were quiet. Some passerbys still on their way to wherever. We had to pass through a small patch of forest. It was lit. Michelle would have driven. If she wouldn't have drunk something. Michelle struggled in her highheels. Almost tripping every meter due to the uneven ground. So me and Tina went to each of her side. Supporting her. We finally reached the club. A big snake already formed upfront.

Tina scoffed. "Great. Are we too late already? It's not even 8 yet."

As we approached I looked at the snake of people. They didn't move at all. As we stood there at the end now too, I noticed that they didn't even open up yet. A quick glance at my phone showed me, that it was just 7:55. "We're not late, we're even too early-"

I was cut off by Michelle pointing out the variety of costumes. Tina joining in. I looked up. Yes. We were definitely not overdressed. We fit right in.

"This one's definitely a cosplayer", Michelle said.

"A good one at that", Tina chuckled. I turned my head. Looking at who they were talking about. A woman, must be around our age. She didn't dress revealing at all. It was a full set of armor. Maybe that was foam. Who knows.

I chuckled out: "Are we underdressed?"

We all laughed at that.

Finally it was time. And exactly on the clock, the security guy finally let the people in. Another one arrived, helping out, due to the long snake. He must have been waiting anyways.

After a good 15 minutes, we were up. Showing our ID, the insides of our small bags, pockets. I was good to go. Michelle too. "That's gonna be a great night", said one of the security guards as he checked Tina's matching bag. Giving it her back, she smiled at him. She was also good to go.

We turned to her. Confused. She caught on to our mimics. "Oh. Just a couple of bucks."

Inside the party hasn't fully started. No one was yet on the dance floor. More like trying to get settled and drunk enough to try and dance. We grabbed a table. Looking over the room. After some talk about Tina's plans for her new apartment she got silent. We were silent. We already told her so many times that we'll miss her. She knows that. I hope she knows that.

"I'll be right back"

She said. Turning away.

"Where are you going?", I asked her. Having to talk louder due to the booming music and her now being a bit further away.

She mouthed something that neither me or Michelle heard. Michelle shrugged. I looked around again.

"Well. Guess I should leave this shithole too, like Tina."

Michelle furrowed her eyebrows at my comment. "No you won't. Who am I gonna ball my eyes out with at the McDonalds in the drive in, after I had another shitty relationship?"

I look at Michelle surprised with a smirk. "So you admit your ex was a douche?" She rolls her eyes. Not saying another word about that topic: "just don't leave. It's already enough that Steelheaded-Tina is moving away."

Speaking of her, she finally returns. With three neon green, toxic, probably so unhealthy cocktails in her hands. She places them down in the middle of the table. A smirk so wide it's almost unsettling. It's so obvious that she really wants this night to be great. We start sipping on them. Talking about God knows what. Eventually we decided to make our way to the dance floor. Tina wasn't quite done with her drink yet. Still half way. Michelle and I already ready to go.

"Guys wait-", Michelle said, "I'll make a break for the bathroom, Tina, you better zip that unholy brewery up so we can dance after."

I look at Michelle, worried. "Want me to tag along?" Michelle shook her head. "Nah, I'm good."

With that she left. A man and a woman approached us, not long after. They started talking to me and Tina. The man seemed especially interested in Tina.

The woman turned to me. Leaning in closer to my ear after I couldn't understand her first try to talk to me.

"Do you have a tampon?" "Oh yeah"

I said. I always had one. Especially at a party. You never know. I open my bag, searching for it, in the corner of my eye, I spotted how Tina and the guy faced the dance floor. The guys hand on the table. I looked back at the now found tampon and gave it to her. She thanked me. Turning away to reach the bathroom. I looked back at Tina and the guy. They now faced each other again. He was obviously flirting, judging by his face and Tina's reactions. I couldn't hear them at all. It was too loud.

Michelle came back. Rolling her eyes at Tina and her new found partner for tonight. She was as amused as me. But deep down we were both still worried. The guy invited Tina to dance. She said yes, as they both went to the dance floor, we quickly stepped on it too, keeping a close eye on Tina.

Everything went fine up until a bit later. We noticed Tina being more tipsy. More unfocused. I gave Michelle a frown, she also caught up to my sightings. As we looked back where Tina and the guy just were, we were surprised in to see it now vacated by another person.

Our dance came out a abrupt end. Quickly glancing around the room. We spotted them. He tried to pull Tina out of the club, to the exit. Through the mass we pushed ourself through. I was first who made it out, pulling Tina to me. She almost crashed down, if it weren't for Michelle coming up in the right moment to support her as well.

The guy looked at us. Obviously distraught by us intervening. "I just wanted to get her some air."

Michelle and I looked at him. "Yeah right, fuck off." I scoffed out loud. Security already noticing the situation.

"Everything okay?"

We turned our heads to the security guard. Explaing what happened. The guard pulled the guy aside. Telling us to still get Tina outside and let her sit with us until he investigated the guy.

Indeed we sat. On a bench. Waiting. Another security guard was nice enough to give us a bottle of water. Which we made Tina drink, even tho she said she doesn't need it. After a while the other guard came back out. With a sigh he tried to tell us in a most neutral way, that he found some knock out drops a hidden pouch of the guys costume. I tried to remember. Yes. When the guy was at our table, Tina wasn't don't with her drink yet. Only before she hit the dance floor she drank. Shit.

The guy tells us to get Tina home. Maybe call a cab. If her state worsens then maybe even a ambulance. He also told us he'll make sure the police knows about that guy, and he won't ever get in again. No matter the outcome of what the police says. He asked for our numbers, in case the police has any further questions in the coming days.

With that, we were let go.

We phoned the cabs. All of them said they couldn't make it in less than an hour. So we decided to walk ourselves. We'd be home faster. We were three people. But only one completely out of it. This was a quiet town, we told ourselves. The woods were lit, so it was okay, we told ourselves. We walked.

As we reached the woods, Michelle couldn't really walk and support Tina at the same time. So after a few meters she decided to take her heels off. We were slower. But steady. Tina was being held steady.

Now that we were slower, I took in the sounds of the night. The sounds of the dark forest. The chirping of the crickets. The owl hooing. And the slight fresh breeze pushing against us. At least my fur covered shoulder wasn't getting cold.

I looked at Michelle and Tina. Tina almost asleep, yet still walking. Michelle was exhausted. Her face a bit pained from the heel-less walking. I faced back at the path. I tried to focus on what was ahead of us. Our surroundings. But... was I getting deaf? I can still clearly hear Michelle and Tina walking. But I didn't hear any cricket. No owl. The wind was still there. I felt as if the air got heavier. The owl started hooing again. Maybe I was just tired, too unfocused.

We kept walking. Half way there. The lights in the woods path, were still lit. I glanced at my watch again, as Michelle also stopped walking, taking a break. 11pm. As I waited for Michelle to gather her strength again, Tina woke up slowly from her half asleep state. Being all giggly and seeming like a high person. I took a deep breath in. Focusing on my surroundings. We have to get her to safety. The crickets and owl were still at it. Then, a crack. Silence. I assumed the animals would start again, but, the owl took flight. Flying over and away from us. I felt the aid get heavy again. I felt nervous.

"Can we keep walking?" I said, almost stuttering. Almost begging Michelle. Tina jumped off and away from our arms. "Let's camp!"

Michelle rolled her eyes. "No Tina, we can camp at your place. Where we should be right now."

Tina wanted to say something, but we were cut off by a net being launched at me and Michelle. We were trapped. Tina chuckled as she looked at us. "Spidermaaaaaaan"

Michelle was the first one to try and rip open the net, followed by me. "Looksy! I see you, handsome!", Tina cooed, she was turned away from us, pointing into the tree line, where the net came from. Our eyes already somewhat used to the dark, spotted a shape. A man? Michelle now engaged in trying to rip apart the net even more. I looked at the figure, trying to see them better. But it moved all of the sudden, launching himself with a uncanny jump towards the free standing Tina. Snatching her right up. She was pulled into the bushes. We heard it all rustle. "Oooh- manly man-", Tina cooed again, the silhouette of them indicating, she's tracing his stomach.

I helped Michelle. The net seemed unbreakable. Our initial shock calming down slowly, making us finally able to talk. "Oh my fucking god- TINA RUN!"

Michelle yelled. She was in my vision, I couldn't see what she saw. What happened with Tina or who that was.

"That is not a man!" She kept yelling.

"But he's so-" a loud scream emitted from Tina. I pushed Michelle aside as we both yelled out for her. Who or whatever it was, I pushed Tina against a tree. It's form seeming to ram its hips into her. Her screams were parallel with its thrusts. I panicked. Digging under the net with my bare hands. Michelle joined in, but she mined away the dirt with her heel.

"Wait we have a phone-" I went to grab where my bag was. But the bag was outside the net. I leaned against it, trying to reach it, pulling the hard working Michelle with me. She was caught off guard by my sudden move, making her drop. "Hey!"

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get to my bag. Even when I pushed so hard against the net, it left markings on me. Michelle caught on to me, reaching for her bag that she wore. Pulling out her phone. "THIS MOTHERFUCKER!" She starred at her screen. Empty. Trying to shut it on again, but it shut right back down before 911 could even be dialed. In a fit or more rage and desperation she smashed her phone on a rock. It shattered on the third try. She used the now smashed phone to cut the net. I took a shard as well and also tried to cut it. The yelling and screaming from Tina has stopped. Whatever it was, it wasn't human and it growled in relief.

I made it, I cut through. I quickly squeezed myself through the still somewhat smal gap I made. I ran, a trident was launched at me. Thankfully not piercing me as a tree was there, making me pinned up by the neck against it. My head was too big to try and squeeze my way out, and the trident was launched to deeply into the tree. Michelle had squeezed out too, running for me, trying to undo the trident holding me hostage. My eyes widen, the creature walked up to us. In the dim light, I myself saw, that that was no human. No animal. But a creature. Otherworldly. It wore what seemed to helmet and armor. I screamed out. Altering Michelle.

She tuned her head. I pushed her. "MICHELLE RUN-"

Michelle looked back at me, unsure. But I pushed her again. So she ran. The creature running after her now. Knowing I was pinned. I pushed against the trident again, my sweaty palms making it difficult to hold on. Or it was just launched to deep. Or both. I looked back at where Michelle had ran to. Only to see that the creature had caught up to her. Having her pinned down. She was gasping, crying. It had her pinned by the hip. I panicked again, as it kept smashing against her hips in a unholy force, making her cry and beg, I turned around, facing the tree and pushing my neck against the trident. Thank god it wasn't sharp. I pushed and pushed. It hurt so much, but I did it, I fell back, the top of the trident scraping against my exposed shoulder and arm. The furred shoulder was fine. I didn't mind the blood. I picked up the trident, looked into the direction Tina was, I couldn't belive my eyes.

She was dead. Her thigh, and neck bruised and bloodied. Only then realising, that her body and head didn't add up. It twisted her head and broke her neck.

I took my eyes off her, facing to Michelle and that... creature. I quickly ran towards them, at first it didn't seem to notice me. But as he did, shortly before I could react in time, he got up, I quickly jolted the trident to the side, falling a bit on Michelle. In the short second I laid on her, my head next to hers, it seemed she was still breathing, but barely.

The creature tried to get ahold of the trident. Grabbing it, and pulling it away from me. But I held it firmly. It started to slip from my hands as it used more force. So I quickly pulled my legs up and kicked against the tridents pole, stabbing it at it with my full force. It didn't hit him directly, but a spot that wasn't covered by its armor. It bled. Green. Neon green. As it tried to recover from its injury, I ran. Following the lights, I noticed heavy stomps behind me. They were quick. Close. I didn't dare look behind me. I knew it was... that.

I decided in a frenzy, that maybe jumping between trees might slow it down. So I went off rail, going zick zack between the trees. It seemed to help. For a while. I was still close to the paths lights, just enough so I could see. Just my luck that I spotted a axe in front of me. I abruptly stopped, grabbed it, and swung out. It jolted back, I almost hit it. Almost.

It roared out, angry, I flinched, but still held the axe steady. I once again tried to launch it at him, several times in a span of seconds. It nicked him twice. It growled and roared again, getting more and more agitated, out of no where it kicked me off my legs, making me fall down, before I could react, it grabbed my axe, as well as me, I hit a tree while I stood, a loud thuck boomed next to my ear. The axe was at my neck. I felt out a shaky gasp. I tried to look behind me, but my head was quickly pushed into the tree by its hand. The other toying with my underwear before ripping it off fully, with a single yank.

It got all close. Shoving my hips upwards and off the ground. It didn't matter to it, that it hurt me in that position. My spine felt over stretched. As well did my stomach and soon something else.

I felt its hips shuffle around, the armor plate in front of its crotch scooting over to so he could insert its otherworldly cock. No warning, no lube, no spit. That thing tore me apart with one shove. I screamed out, so high pitched you'd think I was in a Opera trying to destroy a glass. But my high pitch was soon replaced by deep screams, gasped screams. I was trying to get air. My one arm, I pressed against the tree, trying to not get myself killed whenever he pushed back in and could break my neck by this position he had me. The other was at his thigh, rather my fingertips, trying to prevent him from going to rough or too deep. Which was a lost cause. He, whatever he was, was too strong.

He kept pushing and pushing, his speed and force altered from time to time. Already making me see starts. I was already exhausted. Its grip on my head was now a tiny bit more gentle. Letting me look down. There I saw a green-white hued liquid. Which must be what I was thinking. It slowed. As it did so, my hip jolted from all that he's put me through. But to him, it must have been like invitation to keep going. He yanked me around. Facing him, still off the ground. He disposed of the axe by throwing it on the ground.

Before I could try to kick him, punch him, or anything, he held me up, in the air. No tree I could support myself on now. My hips hovered over his. And he let them crash down on his. I whimpered out again, it didn't hurt as much anymore. My fists were on his chest, I was still trying to push him away. As his hips kept rolling against mine, his clawed hand reached up to the brim of my dress, ripping it off. My boobs jiggling intensly with every deeper and faster thrust. I still pushed against him, he grabbed me by the waist and hip, his large hand being able to hold a, to him smaller creature, up like that. I saw the lit path upside down. He kept up his pace, even going rougher. Weirdly enough it felt so good, so good I let out a long restrained moan. No. I can't enjoy this.

But this feeling. Being stretched, filled out fully... the way he hits every spot. Another moan escaped my lips. My fists, now unclenched, grabbing at his stomach armor. His pace picked up. Thinking I'm trying to tell him to speed up. With that my body shivered throughout, I quickly sat myself up again on his hip, one of my hands grabbing at his shoulder. His monstrous pace not decreasing.

I leaned my head against the crook of his neck. The corners of my eyes turned black. And I screamed as I came undone on him. As I painted the green-white hued liquid on the ground with my own as well.

He still kept up the pace, not letting me recover. I insides clenched around his cock, I needed to recover but I couldn't. He wouldn't let me. He now placed his arms on my shoulder. Pinning me to him as he needed to get his rut out. I moaned and whimpered against his neck, everything went more dark by each push. I didn't recognise anything anymore. Just how he felt in me. How he pushed his seed deeper and further up. I didn't know how many times he came. How long he's been going at it.

I woke up again. I was dropped down somewhat gently on the ground. Sat up on the damn tree. I looked down at myself. As he stood before me. Whenever I moved a muscle, as I tried to get up, a big drop of his green-white cum emitted from my pussy. It even appeared that my stomach was more bloated. My thighs being covered in all that liquid. I looked up at him, behind his head, were the trees heads, exposing the now dawning morning sun. Its been that long!?

I watched as he picked up the axe, then me. Me? I was swung over his shoulder. My stomach pressed against it, making more cum blurt out. He walked deeper into the woods. I was too weak to do anything. Too exhausted. He stopped, I looked over his shoulders. My eyes widen at the sight. A otherworldly craft. A vehicle. A ufo? A ufo. And he carried me inside. Setting me down on a chair in the cockpit, putting on what seemed to be seat belts. "Mate", it said in a scratchy growling voice. He turned away from me and started his ship.

My heart stopped. That sure was a night I won't ever forget.

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Scamlords is at it again.

A few nights ago, there was a sudden blow-up in the /r/webtoons server showing a new announcement from Snailords -

For anyone unaware, Death : Rescheduled has been on mid-season hiatus since October. And it's now, and only now, that Snailords has suddenly decided the comic is ending after it returns, but readers can get an extra 20 episodes... if they fork over $1k in merch sales.

Now, this could be a lot worse. They could be threatening not to return to the series at all unless their readers hand over money. But considering it's practically just one degree away from that, it's still pretty nasty. Not to mention, the further they divulged in their reasoning around this "idea", the more confusing it got.

They also even revived their @snailordsrant account on IG which, for those of you who were there and can recall, was the same account they used to put one of their own fans on blast over some very mild criticism.

None of this makes any actual sense, for several reasons:

1.) I literally fail to see how getting $1k in less than 24 hours is worth shoving in an extra mini arc of 10 episodes if you don't even have it planned out. Why do that to your audience or to yourself? Why drag things out just to scrounge up an emergency $1k? Why not just be honest with your audience and run a GoFundMe or just say , "Hey everyone, I've run into some financial troubles, I would really appreciate it if you could FastPass my newest episodes or donate to my Patreon or buy some merch so I can cover the costs". It's really telling that this shithead doesn't have enough confidence in themselves or their audience that practically worships them that they have to resort to this kind of underhanded shit to get the money they need. I wanna make it clear that this is NOT like a Kickstarter stretch goal or anything that incentivizes readers to support their work, they're instead holding the length and future of their series over their audiences' head (which they've done before) for money. That's not an incentive, it's an ultimatum.

2.) Maybe I'm misreading / being stupid (someone pls explain if I'm missing something here) but I literally don't see how their comment about working 50 hours a week explains why they're suddenly getting their fans to pay out $1k worth of merch in less than 24 hours. For anyone who doesn't know, $1k per episode is an example Webtoons uses in its post discussing how they pay out creators (this came after the platform got called out 2 years ago for paying creators too little, there are undoubtedly creators getting paid less). And yet for some reason $1k is apparently the difference between 10 episodes and 20? How does that add up? And is the bit about them wanting to buy boba supposed to be a joke? Where's the punchline here?

3.) They say they have writer's block and they want to use the money to "motivate them", but then just a few slides later they say 10-15 episodes is what would make them the "happiest" so which is it? Do they want to write 10 episodes or do they want people to pay them to write 20 episodes so they can draw the fluff scenes that they apparently want to draw? If you have an ending planned out, why rush it or drag it out depending on how this "fundraiser" goes? Why not just write the ending you want to write that will serve your story best? Why shove in an extra mini arc that you don't even have full confidence in writing and then try to compare it to a "super expensive cake"? What are you doing? Speaking as someone who's had trouble getting motivated in the past, suddenly getting a month's rent worth of money to do it doesn't necessarily solve that, it just turns up the pressure, and if you're not someone who deals with pressure well, then you're more likely to wind up just burning out entirely rather than fulfilling that goal.

4.) The fact that they did, in fact, hit their goal just makes it all the shittier to think about because their audience is mostly made up of teenagers who worship the ground that they walk on. It's horrifying that they keep pulling these stunts with their audience, and getting away with it to boot - and Webtoons, as a company, keeps enabling it by allowing it to happen by hosting and promoting people like this.

Anyways, there's already a lot going on here that's sketchy, but then... they went and deleted their posts. At the time of this happening (as I was there to witness it all play out in real time) I assumed this meant that they had hit their $1k goal - especially as they had been showing their progress on their IG and they were already at $900 after just a couple hours - but it gave me a sinking feeling seeing them delete it because they had also been called out by some brave readers telling them that it wasn't exactly a good look to essentially blackmail their audience through their own content into giving them money.

Snailords deleting it gave me a stronger impression of "burying the evidence", especially now that they had the money. By all accounts, they could do whatever they wanted now.

So what did they decide to do?

. . . Huh?

Okay, take a second to actually think about what Snailords has done here. Because I know some of you will go "oh, it was for charity all along! that was nice of them!" but . . . I don't know about the legalities of collecting donation funds under false pretenses, but morally speaking, it's a really shitty thing to do. They stripped away the choices - limiting them to three - of what their readers could donate to, and what I think their readers don't understand - due to being mostly teenagers - is that they're tax-exempt individuals and they just unknowingly gave Snailords an easy $1k tax write-off. You really, really shouldn't collect donation funds like this without being honest, it's just a shitty thing to do, especially after you've already collected the money. It mostly just comes across as damage control on Snailords' part to make it seem like they were always planning to donate to charity, when in reality, if they wanted to donate to charity, they would have been honest about that at the start. Again, even if they wanted to do that from the start, it goes to show how little confidence they have in themselves or their audience that they have to stoop to methods like these instead of just doing it honestly.

And do you really think Snailords will actually do those extra episodes? Or donate that money? This is the same asshole who has manipulated their readers for money not once but twice, and now seems intent on doing it a third time just for the charm. This is the same person who practically sabotaged their own comic, Freaking Romance, because they apparently didn't like the romance genre and may as well have only done it for clout / views / etc.

What was especially odd - and I found this out from folks who actually read Death : Rescheduled (I do not) - was finding out that it wouldn't make sense for D : R to end in as many as 25 episodes, because apparently, the plot has basically just gotten going.

So it does seem like this is foreshadowing that D : R will wind up just like Freaking Romance, rushed into an ending that wasn't expected. And this, of course, has the people who read their work confused because D : R was supposed to be Snailords' passion project, their magnum opus, the project they wanted to do. So them holding the timing of an ending that shouldn't even be happening yet for ransom contradicts that original intention. Really, it just goes to show that Snailords has no passion, they're just in it purely for the money, to a degree that I can't even cheer them on for being a hustler because it's missing the honesty and integrity.

And of course, every single time Snailords finds a way to backpedal and take his audience for a ride, they hop right in without a single thought for themselves.

And no, none of this is to hate on the readers directly, I hold Snailords entirely responsible for this - they have an audience of impressionable, naive, gullible teenagers, and they know it, and take advantage of it every chance they get. It's why they weren't just honest about wanting to collect money for charity from the start. It's why they resorted to basically holding their own comic's progression for ransom during its midseason hiatus. It's why the deadline was 24 hours and why the posts are now gone.

Thankfully the Internet does what it does - any evidence that Snailords was trying to bury is now all over reddit, and hey, just for good measure, here's a post on Tumblr that's been sitting in my drafts for days now, days after people have already seemingly stopped talking about it. Don't let anyone bury or forget about the stunts Snailords is pulling on their audience, with a platform that they've been consistently given by Webtoons, because that's what they want you to do.

[electronicnutcycle]

Hiii can I request meeting 1986 Jason Newsted at a party and the reader is being super flirty with him and he’s not used to all the attention so he gets all flustered and awkward?? Thank you!! 💗💗

Unknown attention ll 1986!Jason Newsted x reader

Description: Reader is being super flirty and Jason not being used to that gets super flustered and awkward about it.

Pairing: Jason Newsted x Reader

Warnings: Basically fluff , that's all (but lmk if i miss something)

Y/N'S POV:

It was currently 11:30 PM , I work as a bartender and had been at work for a few hours already . I hated this job but I’ll take anything as long as I’m not poor and on the streets. As I mixed drinks and took orders while trying to block out the horrible music that blasted not to far away from me and the Creepy old patrons trying to get my number , I heard someone yell out to me. When I turned around I was expecting to see a regular or a creepy old man trying to hit on me , but I was totally wrong. The man had curly hair , beautiful eyes and a awkward but charming smile . “Hey welcome , what can I get for you” I asked turning to him “well can I get 2 gallons of bear, no ice” “damn you sure you gonna be able drink all” I jokingly say while preparing the drinks “haha , but no it’s for the band I am in and I “ ohh watcha play” I reply in genuine curiosity “I play bass” . Once he said I decided it was finally time to pounce “y’know , they say the bassist are always the hottest members in the band” I try to say in my sexiest voice as I put the drinks down in front of him “oh uh I didn’t know” he said in a murmur , already beetroot in the face . “Well now you know , handsome” . At this point when I called him “handsome” he turned a red I didn’t know existed , payed for the drinks , grabbed the drinks and left . As the hours went on and it got closer to the end of my shift and I was interacting with the man and his band more and more , I realized if I fully wanted to reel in this unknown but absolutely stunner of a man I had to up my game . First I started with unbuttoning a few buttons on my shirt so he could see a bit of my cleavage and just my luck as I turned around just as I did that . It looked like his eyes had fallen out of his sockets “what’s up you some need more drinks?” I purred out not even pretending that wasn’t flirting with him “i uh - well -uh" the poor guy stuttered out , now redder than ever . I continued . "aww , cat got you tongue?" , at this point the man was the color of a beetroot and he looked like he was gonna implode on himself. After a few minutes of squirming he was able to order and i had a inkling that it was working , that I was making him squirm .

But just as my shift was about to close and I was one of the few in the closing shifts . We had to clean the place up before we left. But as I approached a table to wipe it down , I saw I that a note that was written on a napkin with a tip on was addressed. As I pocketed the tip and read it . I found out that his name was Jason , he was apart of a band called Metallica and at the bottom of the note was his phone number . My mouth was agape as I didn’t realize that I was not only talking to one member of one of the most popular bands but all of the members.

A/N: Thank you anon for this fic idea , its such a cute idea and I hope you like it and whoever reads it likes it too , sorry it’s short<3. I also hope everybody has a nice day/night and everyone who’s a writer can get over there writersblock and continue to write masterpieces.

[nvuy]

your writing style is a dream of mine, and the pacing & humor in your fics are some of the many reasons i decided to follow you !

i'm trying to write fanfics myself & potentially even run a writing blog! could you share a few writing tips?

you are so cute.

i’ll let you in on a secret: i started actually publishing my fics in 2020, but i since abandoned them because they’re embarrassing. however, here’s one as a starting point. i look back at it and cringe A LOT, but it was my foot in the door, and 15 year old me was very proud of it, so i didn’t want to straight up delete it.

i didn’t start out on tumblr because i get nervous being forced to interact with people because im a pretty abrupt person and i talk about the things that i like too much and im aware that can scare people away. it was about halfway thru writing old habits before i actually posted something. that was this and i posted it because i knew what little audience i had knew ME because i wrote a scaramouche fic. so. scaramouche content.

and because of the tumblr tagging system, people saw it, they liked it, and some people wanted more.

i then interacted with other writers slowly even though i was scared and frankly still am. you dont have to go around asking to be moots or spamming hearts left and right and putting their dicks in ur mouth, but being nice and having a scope around on what other people do on here helped me develop this ugly little blog i have.

i got really into hsr so i write a lot of hsr. i get a lot of people that ask if i could write more genshin impact, and i could, but at the end of the day, it’s my blog, and if i dont want to, i dont have to. i lost interest, so i dont really have to care about it, nor pay it any mind. do i still write it? sure! rarely, but i do. i don’t play wuwa anymore, but im down to write a piece or two if i get an idea, etc etc.

another thing is: don’t write in the hopes that you’ll post it on tumblr. same way i don’t think artists should draw just for the sake of posting. i have so much shit laying on various docs that won’t even be shown on this site, because it doesn’t need to be here. not because it’s bad, or it’s weird, but because i don’t have to post it, because it’s my blog.

the thing is you just be yourself and write whatever the fuck you want. i write horror & weird shit; my audience is probably well aware of that by now, and im not really worried to post anything super weird because its sort of what’s expected of me.

i know horror and romantic cannibalism connotations and yanderes and unsubtle sexy threats is not everyone’s thing, and that’s ok! they don’t have to like what i put out, and i don’t worry about it, because people who like your shit will interact, and people who don’t will not. and people that don’t like ur shit and still interact are losers. hit the block button & move on.

someone is always bound to like your works.

i guess the ‘funny’ comes from the fact that i try to write dialogue how real people would speak. in fictional context, someone like kaedehara kazuha could wax poetry for three hours without stuttering in game, but realistically, nobody can probably do that without pauses, stammers, messing up words, etc. so i try to incorporate a sense of realism into everything, even if it’s a fanfiction in a world where a small boy in white tights is a god and everyone gets tiny little orbs that give them magical elemental powers.

i remember that even though these characters are fictional, i write them as though they could potentially be real people that do things real people do: fidget, stutter, blush, try and be funny and fail, they have problems large or small, etc. you have to mould your personality and writing style to make these characters alive on what you put out—childe seems like a great husband on paper, but is he all that good when he has unchecked mental health problems and has violent outbursts and desires? think about it.

another thing: don’t doubt your skill and prowess, especially in comparing yourself to posts with like 10000+ notes. most of them are note farming bullshit anyway—and a lot of the reader community is more likely to click on porn fics than normal fics. its why the popular posts on the x reader tags are usually porn. it’s half the reason why confiteor is infinitely more popular that old habits when im pretty sure scaramouche is a bigger character on the popularity charts.

strictly nsfw blogs that people make i can guarantee you are a lot more popular than their main blogs.

which brings me to: dont hop on trends. don’t do it. youll burn yourself out. just write what you want. fuck everyone. do whatever the fuck you want. if porn is popular but you’re extremely sex-repulsed or not comfortable, don’t write it. dont write to please people; it’s your blog and your time you’re putting into to do what YOU like, and you’re sharing your work for FREE on a public platform. a lot of people can’t do that. there’s people that follow my blog that openly admit they don’t like yandere/horror/whatever content. am i going to change what i post because of these people? no. not my problem. don’t care. i don’t exist to please everyone, and neither do you. stick to what you like.

don’t write for fandoms you don’t give a shit about just because they’re popular. even if what you like has a small, non-existent fan base, i promise you’ll enjoy writing for that more than something that you’re creating for clicks. notes are nice, but again, you don’t have to post everything you create. half the joy in writing is rediscovering old shit you don’t remember writing for a fandom you actually like. it’s like a reward.

[imtrashraccoon]

(Feel like i have asked this before already.....but fuck it we ball 😎)

(This makes more sense if you watch a small clip of the nameless lolita from artiswitch by the way, because its a bit inspired by her!)

A question for UT, UF and US sans and papyri!

What is their reaction to their S/O being a lolita? More so what is their reaction to their S/O being very clear about what they like and dont like (example: "i like pink", "i dont like the sun", "i like cats", "i hate people") its also how they got confessed to, their now S/O straight up saying "i like you" to their face, monotone voice, unreadable expression.

Their voice is very monotone, and their expression is mostly unreadable. They dont like being around people, so they mostly stay by their skele S/O (or their brother if said S/O isnt around) and if they want to get away they stare blankly at them until they get the hint. They also stare just...because. you know how cats sometimes like to watch their favourite person do stuff? They do that, just follow them around and quietly watch them.

They have also once hit someone with their parasol because they were just so done with said person

Luckily it was only once (for all the skelies know)

Well, hello again Anon! (Whichever one you are as I don't have any reccuring Anons yet, that I know of. Unless you want to be the first!) I must apologize for taking a month to answer your ask, but I encountered some writer's block and couldn't seem to write anything for this.

Anyways, I can't say I've ever written about this sort of thing so you're good! I tried to find Artiswitch and I think I did. She's super cute and I can see why you like her. (I'll probably end up watching the whole series now because of how interesting it looks!)

I'm gonna answer this with my versions of the brothers, okay?

Undertale: Classic (Sans) & Vanilla (Papyrus)

Classic

He actually likes how frank you are since it leaves no question about your intentions. He has a hard time trusting people, especially humans, and to have someone so open about their likes and dislikes is refreshing. He's not nearly as open about his feelings but he admires that about you.

He's already crazy good at reading people's emotions and intentions but you are a bit trickier than most. When he first meets you, he is admittedly a little worried but warms up with time. He is quick to pick up when you're uncomfortable or want to get out of a situation, even when he barely knows you. It helps that he's got plenty of experience deciphering Frisk's blank expressions. The staring is a bit awkward though. Does he have something on his face? He soons learns that you just like to watch him but you might need to outright tell him that to reassure his worries.

When you told him that you liked him, he thought you were making some sort of joke. He's tried to make you laugh many, many times but was usually unsuccessful. This isn't really funny though? You might have to try again and be a bit firmer before he realizes that you meant it.

He was concerned when you hit someone with your parasol and moved to see if you needed back up. He wasn't about to get involved if you didn't want help, especially because monsters aren't super well liked by humans, but he's also a good guy. Thankfully, the annoying human decided to leave when they noticed him so he didn't have to do anything else. However, he now knows that there's more to you than what your quiet and well dressed appearance might suggest. He's not too sure what to think about that though.

Vanilla

He's a bit concerned about your straightforward demeanor. You're also so quiet compared to him and at first he may accidentally end up speaking over you. He really doesn't mean to though and feels bad as soon as he realizes. He's a bit slower on the uptake than his brother but that doesn't mean he's completely oblivious. He just gets hyper focused sometimes but he's pretty good at clocking if something is wrong. He may not know immediately what, but he doesn't like it when people are uncomfortable, so he tries to cheer them up if he can.

He's very smart and once he hangs around you for a little while, he starts to figure out what you're thinking without you having to say anything. He's definitely not an expert when it comes to reading human facial expressions or body language, but he learns your subtle tells much faster than you expected. He's also not as creeped out by your staring as some people might be. He understands that not everyone is as talkative as he tends to be and that's alright! He'll talk for the both of you if you want.

He didn't think you were serious at first when you said that you liked him. Of course you liked him, he's the Great Papyrus! Wait, you meant that you liked liked him... Well he certainly wasn't expecting someone as cool as you to be interested in him but he's incredibly flattered.

He was also concerned when you hit someone with your parasol, but not in the way you might expect. That's not the best weapon for defending yourself, don't you know? Still, he was concerned and checked to make sure both you and the weirdo were alright. After he realized why you resorted to hitting them, he made sure they left the area and checked on you afterwards. Your form was actually pretty good though! Maybe you'd like meeting his friend Undyne...?

Underfell: Crimson (Sans) & Scar (Papyrus)

Crimson

He appreciates how clear you are about what you like and dislike. He's not one to dance around things and hates it when others string him along. Your quiet demeanor is a bit scary but in a hot kind of way. He has a hard time figuring out what's going on in your head since you don't emote a whole lot. Still, if you do something to catch his attention, he might be interested in getting to know you better.

He's not used to hanging around someone who doesn't get upset easily so for a while he's basically walking on eggshells around you. Your quietness is rather adorable though and he quickly finds himself growing soft. His ability to figure out what you want is correct maybe sixty percent of the time since while he's not awful at reading body language, his talents mostly apply to monsters. The staring is a bit weird at first, but when he realizes that it's because you enjoy looking at him? Well, he's gonna put a bit more effort into his looks from now on...

Wait, you like him?! You're kidding, right? He's shocked to say the least. He was certainly thinking about you but he hadn't worked himself up to actually ask you out yet. You are aware that he's not exactly a gentleman right? You're pretty cute though so he's willing to see where this goes.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice you at first. You're a lot different from the people he usually hangs around with and is interested in. That is, until you absolutely beam some pathetic loser over the head with your parasol. That was unexpected and he couldn't help but chuckle a little. He was content to sit back and watch but when the loser started getting more aggressive, he decided to step in. At least he only had to give them a look before they ran off.

Scar

He can't stand nonsense so he also likes that you make your likes and dislikes very clear. He's not a very quiet person so he'll inevitably talk over you. If you're upset by this, he'll apologize and try to make an effort not to in the future. He doesn't trust very easily though so it might be a while before he feels comfortable around you.

He's also not used to hanging around people that don't flip out at the drop of a hat. He doesn't know what to do with himself? He really admires your sense of style though. He puts effort into his appearance but not nearly to the extent that you do, not that he would wear the majority of what you do as he generally prefers leather over lace. While he's not great at deciphering your expressions, he certainly tries his best and that should count for something.

Of course you like him! He's the Great and Terrible Papyrus. Everyone admires his strength and skill, so why shouldn't you? He may talk big game but he's desperately trying to hide how flustered your confession made him. You'll have to be very clear about your intentions if you actually want to date him, but when you are official, he'll treat you like an absolute queen.

He picked you out of the crowd immediately because you were dressed completely different from everyone else. He was in the middle of trying to figure out if you'd made your outfit yourself or bought it from somewhere, when you were accosted by a creepy human. If he had eyebrows, they'd have flown off his skull when you smacked them with your parasol. He didn't approach you right away but he did move closer to make sure the creep wouldn't try it again. Maybe later he'll acknowledge how impressive that attack was.

Underswap: Dell (Sans) & Saffron (Papyrus)

Dell

While he likes that you're clear with your likes and dislikes, he's a little concerned about you. Still, maybe you just need a friend? He has a lot more energy than you do so he may overwhelm you at first, but he's always considerate of your comfort. He can't really help it, especially since he thinks you're so cool.

He's great at drawing the best out of people and you're no exception. He'll figure out the best way to make you laugh and time spent with him is possibly some of the best fun you've had in ages. Sure, he thinks you're a bit strange but you're not that different from a lot of people he knows. Maybe among humans you stand out but among monsters you fit in rather well in his opinion. Your quietness and habit of staring are just endearing features in his eyes.

Why wouldn't you like him? He's the Magnificent Sans and he's friends with everyone! Well, he tries to be but not everyone can keep up with his exuberance. Still, he's very touched by your confession, even more so, when he realizes that you don't necessarily just like him as a friend.

He was on his way to compliment your sense of style when you smacked a random person with your parasol. He was concerned at first until he realized the human had been harrassing you. He stepped in to back you up and together you sent them packing. Man, he thinks you're so cool after that display! He's shocked you don't have any martial training and immediately offers to teach you what he knows in case this happens again.

Saffron

There are very few people, especially humans, that he can trust. He appreciates that you cleared up any of his doubts from the get go since not everyone is as straightforward as you. He has a bad tendency to hide his true intentions from everyone, including his brother, but he's at least aware that it makes him a hypocrite. Maybe you'll help him open up a bit more.

He's naturally observant and can usually guess what someone's thinking just by looking at them. You're harder than most but he soon adapts to your mannerisms once he gets to know you. He's good friends with Chara and your quietness is similar enough that he soon learns your subtle hints that you're uncomfortable and want to leave a situation. He is a bit unnerved by your staring though. He's very much aware that he isn't a looker and it's hard for him to believe that you just like looking at him rather than being rude.

Oh you're funny. There's no way you actually like him... You'll probably have to insist that you like him a couple times before he believes you. He has admittedly been crushing on you for a while, so once he gets over his insecurities, you'll likely have a very sweet relationship.

He'd been observing you for a while before witnessing you whack some poor fool with your parasol. He nearly had to pick up his jaw from the floor as he hadn't been expecting someone as quiet as you to be as feisty. This is definitely when he first developed a crush but it took him a while before he actually tried to act on it. You've definitely caught his interest and later on, he'll go check on you to make sure you're alright. It's definitely not just an excuse to go talk to you...

[rowarn]

Some days ago you mentioned you hate x reader stories that are clearly x OC. BRO ME TOO because I literally JUST saw a post on a blog that tagged their OC facts post as character x reader. Another peeve is when it’s an x reader where no description is used for reader but then the readers family all have names and other specific physical descriptions. And using the x reader tag when the post is not remotely related to character x reader. Idk if you’ve seen a blog responding to hate asks using all of the cod x reader tags. Like why?

i got soooo much beef with the ppl on tumblr and the way they nonsensically tag things bc why r random poorly edited memes in the smut tags does it look like i'm gonna jerk off to that wtf??????????? get outta here !!!!!!!

also i have not seen that but it's perfectly plausible that i have them blocked bc i block ppl who clutter the tags with nonsense 😭 nothin worse than bein on a streak of readin BANGER FICS and then someone random decides to use every character tag to answer an ask asking about op's favorite color

i ALSO have beef with ppl who put in the writer tags complaints about how people write said characters it's super rude and just a big ick for me which is why i also block ppl who do that like keep it on ur blog not in the tags ppl use to post the writings ur complaining about PLEASE 😭

and YESSS why do ppl even bother making readers appearance ambiguous if ur gonna hit everyone with "your birth mother and father have piercing blue eyes that change color with their mood and strikingly blonde hair and pale skin" like DAMN WHAT WAS THE POINT

i could go on for ages about complaints i have it's like one of my biggest pet peeves about tumblr 😭

[epicspheal]

Hi! Congrats on making it through your first year of med school, I know that's hard to do so make sure to take some time for yourself 💜

I wanted to know if you could write something for Gordie? I'll take anything, but please take your time before doing this.

Hi there anon! Thank you so much for the kind words. Medical school has been an interesting challenge to say the least I also have to apologize for the delay in getting to this ask! When I first got this I was like "Oh Great, I'm actually working on a Gordie fic right now and I'll let them see this" Only school and writer's block got in the way So I'm going to bend my own rules for this an actually just do a character analysis for Gordie instead. So here we go... GORDIE NEEDS MORE LOVE FROM THE FANDOM Admittedly, I didn't know much of Gordie because I first played Shield. But since I loved SwSh so much I decided to go back and get Sword and there I actually fell in love with his character. He breaks the mold in a number of ways. Let's start off with his name. In Japanese his name is Makuwa which is the name of fruit called muskmelon (or just melon) which is very similar to Melony's name which is also derived from melon. So that's an easy tie between the two's familial connection. But Melons have interesting symbolism of their own as they represent prosperity, good fortune, and abundance in many cultures. And despite the rift between him and his mom, Gordie has abundance, prosperity and good fortune.

He's a major gym leader in one of the strongest gym circuits to date (minor gym leader if we're talking Shield but that's still huge), he has plenty of adoring fans, and his league card talks about how he's highly suspected of becoming a champion one day. Which is something that I don't see talked about much even in SwSh circles that absolutely should be. One for any trainer to be strong enough to considered a future champion is huge as there's only a handful of trainers who can even attain that rank. Even moreso as a type specialist. As we can see in the list of established champions in the series, the vast majority are multitype trainers with only a handful specializing in one type. And of those who specialize in one type only two of them (Wallace and Peony) that solely use Pokemon of their specialty while the others have at least one Pokemon not of their actual type. Gordie is a rock type specialist where all of his Pokemon are at least partially rock. And let's not forget that of the type specialist champions all of them are either Water, Dragon or Steel (yes Alder could count as a Bug type specialist but he's currently listed as a multitype champion). Rock however is often the specialty of the first or second gym leader on a gym circuit with so far only one trainer (Olivia) being representative of the type in the Elite Four. So for Gordie to be a rock type trainer who is strong enough to be considered a future champion is a huge accomplishment that I think bears mentioning.

Now let's take a look at his team. You can see while he does specialize in Rock types, only one of his Pokemon is pure rock while the others are dual type. The typings not only on the Pokemon but the moves he has are quite diverse allowing him to hit multiple types super effectively and cover 3 out of the 5 rock weaknesses. His team and movesets show he prefers an offensive approach prioritizing speed with Shell Smash, Tar Shot, Sticky Web and Coalossal's Steam Engine. In fact one of his in-game quotes alludes to the fact he prefers quick battles "I'll be bringing my matches to an end in a heartbeat—you'll see. No one who sees them will ever forget me."

He also heavily prioritizes breaking through physical defenses with Body Press and Wonder Room, as well as weather and entry hazards like Stealth Rock, Sticky Web, G-max Volcalith and Tyranitar's Sand Stream. It's a very solid set up that shows why in Sword he's the 6th gym leader challengers face and it shows how this team is very well designed to defeat Melony's.

As I've played through Sword at this point more than Shield (as I've decided for the purposes of cactusverse the Sword line up are canon) as I've gone through his gym, I really appreciate how encouraging he is to the player as they try to avoid the pitfalls in his gym. It's a nice touch to have him do that shows despite the fact he is a strict trainer he does have a soft side.

We know he does get frustrated after losing and unfortunately some people take that to mean he's a sore loser but he's not. Yeah he sulks in his locker and openly talks about his pride being bruised but there have been far better examples of actual sore losers in the franchise and he's not one of them. His fans honestly find his sulking sessions endearing and he even apologizes whenever he loses his cool.

"Sorry to lose my cool... I'll be sure to challenge you again."

And let's talk about the fact that he canonically is very popular and has a large fanbase. As a chubby character that's huge because unfortunately fatphobia exists and chubby characters are rarely portrayed as being popular, desired and highly skilled like Gordie is. Oh and he does backflips too showing his size doesn't mean he is unathletic? There are just so many positive subversions here and it's wonderful to see.

And Gordie cares a lot about his fans. He's stated to take the time to do autographs and meet and greets. He's seen in Twilight Wings opening fan mail in his hotel room. And a lot of what he discusses in Pokemon Masters EX involved him talking about how to best please his fans. It's obvious he cares so much for those who support him and it's heartwarming to see.

Now to get to the main talking point about Gordie...his strained relationship with his mom. I've seen people say that Gordie hates his mom but that's simply just not true! He's frustrated with her for trying to push her training style and preferred typing onto him. He wants to show he can succeed without her methods. But that frustration doesn't mean he hates her and quite frankly it's tiring to see how fandom portrays frustration as hate with Gordie and others. You can be frustrated without hating and I wish people would learn to use that nuance when talking about characters with strained relationships because usually when a narrative wants to display feelings of hatred...it will be very obvious.

In fact when Gordie does talk about Melony it's actually very tame. He mentions wanting to surpass her and how on Pasio the cold nights remind him of her. But nothing that signifies hatred. Sure they aren't on speaking terms but families sometimes go through rough patches. I'm sure at some point they'll begin to mend the rift. But yes, Gordie's a wonderful character that shows how even little details can signify so much. And once again I must say...Gordie deserves more love from the fandom!

[knowlessman]

"I'm sure it's hard for the white house to act with our own country in danger" oh shit they're bringin 'murica into this now, and maybe other players? …bnha s7e1-4

also tho "it's hard for america to decide to involve itself with another country" somebody doesn't know what the CIA actually does and what our threshold for meddling in other countries is

IT'S JANE CENA (hums john cena intro theme)

-- also could swear there's an existing marvel/dc miss america type hero called Star but in what world would that stop this writer

tfw you're a third-string minion and you're hiding alone in a cave with your evil master and he won't shut up and he's making less and less sense

okay who put pajama sam in a suit, I thought he stopped wearing shirts these days

"quirk: new order! when she tags something, she decides what its rules are!" okay maybe this guy does know anything about america at all

-- "is his name not tomura shigaraki?" hehehe she got L'd. not that not knowing a place's or people's real name ever stopped america from forcing whatever rules it wanted. guess she's not so close an analogy after all.

-- (star made herself a Stand out of air and caught him like a bug) yes, I'm sure hitting the big bad with, idk, extreme air pressure? and lasers, and very big missiles, will finish the job in the first couple episodes of the final season.

all for one was going on about "you're Spinner, you spin things together" does spinner have a quirk beyond being a lizard man or not

new OP and ending are okay, no notes

"this is a watershed moment for both of us. this is like… forcing each other to play shitty games!" I have to know what other translations for this line there are. …dammit, this site doesn't have an english dub version. (or I can't find it)

…huh. so he's admitting that that would've killed him. okay now THAT's interesting, he has a limit and it's a known one. …they just gotta do that again and not miss. with extra super-missiles that they probably don't have because they banked em all on this.

-- it is a game, tho, it's an actual game (that the villain is winnin cuz the show ain't over, but he's not winning it through invincibility or by playing cards he wasn't holding, and that's not nothing)

ayup. she's poisoned the vampire. I thought maybe she would just find a way to erase her own quirk before he could take it, but

-- "I don't have anyone to pass New Order onto!" … "my Reflect quirk! it's been destroyed!" well DAYUM, I was just thinking how this arc was actually pretty cool even tho it didn't seem to be adding anything that'd stick, but

-- …so, he found someone to shove new order onto, but Star's ghost had more words for him, so I'm not totally sure whether the transfer, like, worked. it sounded like he just didn't get to steal the rando's quirk, but idk

"we've captured gigantomachia and kept him asleep" uh-huh. yeah. sure. he's totally not gonna get back up the second mojo jojo decides he's got a use for him. he totally hasn't done that time and time and time again already. he's the juggernaut, he has to be considered "in play" at all times. …he's like Squee, he can be cast from exile

…laserguts?

-- ohhhhh. …wowwwwwwwww holy shit

-- I wasn't even looking out for a mole. 'XD it had well and completely left my brain. reminds me of when the finale for scooby-doo get a clue revealed that trebla was albert and I felt the stupidest a show has ever made me feel (tbf one is not exactly looking out for subterfuge while watching that show, it is an exceptionally stupid installment of the franchise)

-- "uhhh I heard from hagakure" DEKU YOU FUCKING SNITCH HOW EVEN… HOW IS THAT THE FIRST WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH I'm fuckin dyin here 'XD what the fuck

-- ("my body refracts light" so blocking aoyama's laser makes hagakure's face partly visible for the first time) …huh. … "and because this writer is The Way He Is I'm also nekkid but somehow he's restraining himself from acknowledging that because this is just that important a scene"

uhhh yeah more double agents, that panned out so well the first - …okay actually I don't remember the full details of that well enough to say it didn't pan out at all so nvm

"hey, hey. a crime is a crime, you know" shut up mic nobody likes your fashy ass

-- "it's partly our fault for not catching him" you aren't making any more sense than mic right now iida but go off

("we gotta get our gear repaired") "they were a prototype from overseas" I've already forgotten whether it was melissa's actual canon gauntlets that he got tbph

ayup. stopping for now cuz I gotta leave for work in a few hours. will post these sometime today ig

[chuckletons]

here's me talking (or rambling) generally about the jb comics in cn starring/cartoon cartoons and block party. i'm not a huge fan of most of the stories. some of this is also more series bible talk except with a focus on bunny, johnny and suzy as opposed to just johnny and carl. also longg post underneath the cut. some scattered trivia and notes at the end too if you're interested in that sort of thing

the most notable instance of bunny making johnny do chores is the beginning to "i, fly." we never really see it happening otherwise. however, this is a reoccurring theme in the comics. it also matches up with the pre-retool bible stating that johnny gets an allowance from bunny each week.

in most of the comic stories, bunny has a low tolerance for johnny's behavior and often threatens to kick him out and otherwise fully embodies the "aggressive nagging mom" trope. this is even noted by "charles d. brown," a fan that sent in letters. there's also a running gag in a few stories of bunny chasing him with a bat? that is completely absent from the show (and likely wasn't allowed even if they wanted to.) bunny instead takes the role of beating the tar out of any man that threatens her son. van's bible and the retooled version seem to be similar in the way bunny uses guilt to get johnny to do what she wants. that specifically was not a retool invention. although s1 bunny wasn't very fleshed out, nor did she appear a lot, van was planning to do more with her before he got fired. the retool was going to harness a much more edgy identity, so it makes sense.

back on topic: comics also feature certain panels such as bunny asking who would be stupid enough to give johnny a driver's license.

my biggest problem with these stories is how frankly miserable some of them feel. johnny and bunny's relationship is a big part of that. in the beginning to the smarty pants story, we see bunny pouring a super-sized box of antacid into her mouth as soon as she sees johnny hitting on a random woman, telling him that she's the "eighth 'betty' [that] week [he] decided [was] 'the one [for him].'" she then gives him genuine good advice that he doesn't follow, a la suzy.

overall, the amount of awareness bunny has just makes me feel terrible for her. what makes bunny work in the show is her pretending (or being blissfully unaware) that her son isn't as bad as he seems. like the rest of the cast, she's a very flawed person. the show works because johnny's friends are also fucked up in different ways without being the exact type of cynical that he is. characters like pops can be very, very mean to johnny, but characters like bunny carl and suzy have their mean moments as well. but some comic stories take this to an extreme and i think the show achieves a specific vibe of mean that mostly worked.

the world revolves around whatever johnny subjects his friends to, but they are his only support system. they feel like a group of horrible people that work well together, united by one idiot. i like that a lot about the retool, it's a huge reason why i got this into it in the first place. but, i love that there's a balance between, say, episodes like "johnny's guardian angel" that acknowledge how the status quo is johnny's fault or episodes where his friends don't care as much about him, and ones where they do and they pay for it. it's not too static. if you don't love one, you have the other.

retool bunny is notable because of the heart she brings to the table. again, she loves her son and will fight to protect him, she's way too clingy and longs for the past when he was still a child, she makes plenty of mistakes as a mother, but at the end of the day, you know she wouldn't threaten to kick johnny out on a daily basis or treat him like a total freeloader. either the retool or the comic writers misinterpreted what "bunny guilts johnny" was supposed to mean. for meaner jokes with her or carl etc., you could at least go "that's kind of funny in a dark way" or at worst "this feels ooc" and move on to the next episode. when we get the gist in the comics that bunny is always suffering this much, what joy is there seeing them interact?

the majority of the stories were not written by the show's writers, but there is a difference between comics and tv censors— comics seem to get away with more. some examples of comic writers taking advantage of this were funny, some were not. one example is in the "you cast a spell" story. i'll let you guess which panel. very S1 in nature, honestly.

(left) this one-page comic where it's obvious a woman hired actual hitmen to kill johnny after he stalked her is like... the show didn't do this because 1. again, i doubt they were allowed to and 2. it's uncomfortably realistic. the stalking part. i feel weird criticizing a one page gag like this, but the concept of hiring hitmen to kill johnny IS funny— and that very well could've worked in the retool's world, don't get me wrong— it's how it's executed. the bollywood movie did a better hitman/assassin type concept.

(left and right) much like bunny, johnny feels uncomfortably self-aware in ways he shouldn't be. "'sides, it's full of stuff the babes can throw at you!" this should not cross his mind. he'd likely tell you anywhere BUT some place that tongue-in-cheek. it's a very easy joke. "always be a gentleman on the first date, save the real you for later!" johnny doesn't play dumb or polite to deceive women, he's just a jackass. "charm school johnny" and "tyler perry's guide to love" are the main examples of this, as johnny can't be a gentleman (or pretend to know what one is) without someone guiding him along. CSJ is a cel-era S2 episode. johnny isn't smart nor devious enough at any point in the show to say something like this. his everyday self is wildly inauthentic as it is.

to me, it feels like these lack what really makes johnny funny when he IS funny. i can't tell if this is a misunderstanding of his character or if the bible was a bit off in terms of what retool johnny became. kupperberg's stories seem to have this problem the most, however... all in all, it kind of feels like an exaggerated parody of the retool and what could be viewed as its worst qualities

one of the other comics i found interesting was "go cart go," a story about suzy building a go cart for a derby and asking johnny for help. johnny uses a nickname for suzy as opposed to forgetting her name and otherwise acts nice to her. he kind of sees himself as a role-model to her, and he has a "tooth or consequences" style change of heart when he sees how sad she is after he enters the derby with his own cart. he cheats his way to get her to win. it's arguably the sweetest official johnny and suzy story i've ever seen and it was very likely an episode premise in the bible that got reworked into the aforementioned tooth fairy ep. johnny is completely selfless and it's played straight even when he gets beat up at the end. is it in-character? is the tone accurate to the show? not really, but it's really nice to see. i like it! retool johnny WAS supposed to be a "jerk with a heart of gold," it's just a shame we barely got that.

other random notes:

johnny uses a lot of "flirty" food nicknames. "pop tart" he uses at least twice. very much the same type of thing as "etruscan honey bun" from the gladiator short. definitely toned down in the actual show

like the s2 model sheets, master hama is referred to as 'master hong,' something that was likely changed early in production to lessen possible complaints of racism / (over)stereotyping

only two of the comic stories were written by one of the show's crew members (john crane.) partible pencilled for a comic / covers but wrote zero of the stories, even post-retool. retool-era storyboard artists such as dave schwartz (the man with the idea for a suzy spin-off / "the great bunny book ban," whom unfortunately passed in 2021) and neal sternecky pencilled a few comic stories. lovely work

unlike "johnny bigfoot," a john crane story, miss williams/winkleman is referred to as "miss butterworth" in "to sea or not to sea." further confirmation that she's the retooled version of ms. babe (suzy's teacher in S1), complete with johnny trying to woo her repeatedly— something he only does twice in the retool as she appears three times with two different designs and last names.

one penciller, anthony williams, was particularly on-model / used plenty of model sheet poses and expressions in the stories he illustrated. since none of carl's model sheets have been shared online yet, the williams-drawn comics are the closest thing we have to those.

besides the short bursts of "HUH?" bible-influenced moments with carl, he's written pretty decently in the comics. consistently. i like the majority of his appearances a lot.

in a car story, suzy gets jealous of a woman johnny persues. that sort of thing is absent from the show entirely— instead, she uses johnny and women to persuade him to take her places. suzy seems to have no hard feelings toward the women, not even in "rashomoron" (where carl is used to fulfill that purpose instead.)

john q bravo???

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

La Squadra taking you on a date on V. Day

i know, i know is not V Day anymore!! But i had the biggest writer's block and i didn't like anything i tried to write :(

SO, i'm super late, but i still hope you'll like this one my little caramel drizzled cupcakes!

Risotto: " Concert Date "

You and Risotto had lots in common, but the one thing that really connected your souls was music.

Him, knowing this, decided to recreate your first encounter at the local music shop; so he woke up earlier than usual and started writing on sticky notes that left on your bedroom's door and kitchen's counter before getting out of the house.

After finding those notes you decided to put on your favourite outfit and happily followed the instructions, that lead you to a very familiar music shop; you saw from afar the tall, stern, goth man that stole your heart a long time ago and when you approached him, he kissed your cheek and opened the door for you.

The scent of incense, the light dust on the shelves, the hundreds of vinyls waiting to be listened and maybe brought home, everything was just like that rainy october day...

You spent the morning listening to music, then grabbed lunch at your favourite kebab place, went to the beach to bother other couples just for fun and when the evening came...Risotto tossed you a helmet and drove you out of town with him.

You let the february breeze hit your face, hugging your boyfriend from behind while he rode his chopper ( no one except Melone knows about his motorcycle, and it has to remain that way ) and after a while you both stopped in front of an old warehouse and once you opened the door...you started laughing and bawling your eyes.

It was a concert, but not any concert, it was the band who played at the local music festival the day he asked you on a date the first time!

The two of you started making your way towards the stage and once you were under it, you let yourself go: headbanging, singing, screaming....It was perfect!

At a certain point Risotto embraced you, and kissed you with all the passion he was capable of and of course you happily reciprocated. You didn't care about anything in that moment, everything was just right.

Formaggio: " Soccer Date "

Formaggio loves 3 things in his life: You, food and " A Roma"; he was grateful to his favourite team for many good memories but meeting you was the best.

So he decided for V Day to bring you with him, with a VIP pass to see the derby Roma-Lazio and meet the whole team!

He knew what people may be thinking: bringing your gf to see a soccer match on the sacred day for lovers? ewwww!! But they didn't consider one lil detail: you!

You were a Roma's fan even more hyper than him: you liked the adrenaline, the camaraderie, the ups and downs after every match...and that's what made him fall for you.

He worked his butt off for months, took more missions (even with illuso, that says a lot about how much he loves you) and even robbed a couple of " Poste Italiane " to get the money but in the end he did it!

You had to work the whole morning, but the promise of your lover to make you spend " the best night of your life " made you go through the whole deal of snobbish costumers and unpleasant people at your job.

Once you got out you saw Formaggio grinning in your direction, wearing his " completo da Stadio": Roma's shirt, hat, gloves, scarf and even a trumpet! He ran towards you and swept you off your feet, peppering your face with kisses.

Hand in hand you ran to catch up the last bus, already filled with other Roma's fans and once the two of you arrived in front of Stadio Olimpico, you thought you were going with with the other fans but Formaggio stopped you; the two of you were escorted from another entrance and instead of the stadium...you got inside the locker room...with the whole Roma's team welcoming you and yelling "Buon San Valentino rega!!" (ooh what money and some threatening to the manager can do...sometimes being in the mafia has it's perks)

You couldn't believe all this, you were just screaming and jumping and asking autographs here and there...When HIM came foreward holding a bouquet of red and yellow roses: Roma's team leader Francesco Totti.

Er Pupone smiled at you and Formaggio and, after wishing you a happy V day, asked the assistants to lead you to your vip seats where you watched the rest of the game with such happiness and you were literally vibrating on the spot. Formaggio looked at you with loving and adoring eyes, feeling so lucky to have you in his life.

Once Totti sealed the deal, humiliating Lazio once again, the two of you cheered with the rest of the fans and kissed under the victory fireworks, holding each other like no one else in the world existed.

Illuso: " Spa Date "

Illuso was picky with everything: picky with food, clothing, accessories, people...especially the people he chose to date.

At first the two of you didn't like each other at all, he was so sobbish and straight up mean! He ordered you around at your job, treating you like a servant whenever he went to have his spa day at the beauty center you worked. He pushed your buttons in so many ways one time you just had enough and straight up threw his drink in his face yelling that no matter the masks and treatments...he still was ugly af inside! You had this staring contest for a long time before making out on the sauna bench and being almost caught by your boss!

You both now laugh at that memory and look with tenderness at the path you walked together from that day; Illuso matured (but shows this side only to you) emotionally and you on the other hand learned to stand up for yourself more; that's why he decided to treat you good on V day this year.

He called your boss and asked/bribed her if he could rent the massage room, the one with the jacuzzi (it was your favourite) for the day and promised to be very careful with the equipment. After some convincing ( and 500,000 lires ) she said yes and so instead of going to work and help girls prepare themselves for their dated...you were the pampered one for a change! And by a very sexy masseur.

Illuso made you change with the soft bathrobe the spa gave the costumers, with your bikini under it, and started giving you massages while you laid on the bench.

Your mind was floating: the candles, the roses, the champagne, the oil and his hands on your body were everything you could ask for and more...

Once your massage session was over, the two of you moved to the jacuzzi and cheered to your relationship with the champagne and sharing a tender kiss between the bubbles, yes he was still kind of a jerk for the other 364 days of the year...but he was your jerk, and to be honest you weren't that better yourself... but you didn't care, you had each other and the world could off itself if it didn't approve.

Melone: " Festival/Carnival Date "

Melone can make everything romantic, in his own weird way...But he tries and that's what matters to you.

Melone organise surprises and bring you gifts basically every month but what kinda worries you is that your beloved purple weirdo doesn't know what the word " simple " means: one time he said he got you a lil something to ease your loneliness when he was gone, and you ended up with a cat! One time you said that you would have loved to own a pair of Gucci shoes...AND HE LITERALLY ROBBED A GUCCI BOUTIQUE FOR YOU!

You had to sit with him and talk about the way he can show you love without going over the top, but you had this conversation with Melone so many time in the end you just gave up.

He wanted to surpass himself this V day tho, he wanted to bring you to the most special place in his proud tuscan heart! So he texted you that morning telling you to wear your cutest outfit and to be prepared to be surprised in the evening...And so you did.

You spent the whole day doing your hair, makeup, showering, nails, choosing your outfit and also thinking about what he had in mind this time:maybe he booked a super exclusive resturant, or maybe he was going to bring you to a resort out of town...Or maybe he bought you a pony like you wanted when you were 6!

You held tight during the whole ride with him still wandering where the heck you two were going...only to stop in front of pure tuscan chaos: food stands, folk music, wine and laughing people verywhere, there was also a tiny carnival in the back of the park.

you asked confused where thw two of you were and he proudly yelled " Welcome to La Sagra del Tortello e del Cinghiale cittina mia!!" (this event is actually a very famous festival in my region, i go there every year and is amazing) and waited for your reaction with big puppy eyes.

You remained speechless for a long time, confused and actually not knowing what to say...But then it hit you! This was Melone's hometown!! He was sharing with you such an intimate part of himself, not even his teammates knew about the place he came from; they knew he was tuscan but the city has always been a mystery.

You started giggling and hugged him so tight you actually cracked his back (he was also thankful for that, his posture was the worst) and thanked him for this gift. He smiled even more and after takig your hand he showed you around, offering you typical food of his land, dancing with you while the folk music hyped the whole town with it's cheery tunes...In the end the two of you sat on a hill, watching the lanterns being lit up and flying in the sky, under a pine tree.

He covered your shoulders with his jacket and as the two of you snuggled he asked shyly if you had fun, you answered by kissing him and saying if you could travel around tuscany more often...

he said " Of course cittina mia, but what do i always say?"

you laughed and answered " Gli unici posti da levare di torno, sono Arezzo, Pisa e Livorno " ( the only places to erase from existance, are Arezzo pisa and livorno. I have nothing against these cities personally but the meme about us tuscans being petty with each other that much is real ahah)

Melone hugged you and said " Well done tesoro! Di molto bene!!"

Ghiaccio: " Home Date "

Ghiaccio hates cheesy stuff, he thinks relationship are private matters ad no one should be seen parading hearts pillows, roses, matching shirts and all that crap...But that was cause by years of rejection and bad love stories.

When the two of you got together you quickly learned that his love language was a silent one: leaving you the last slice of pizza, always lowering the toilet seat after he went to the bathroom, cooking dinner if you felt too tired to do that... You appreciated all this and always made sure to let him know that! But sometimes you craved that romcom bullcrap you saw on tv, you wanted to be surprised with flowers, go on dates where you could show the world that you two were happy together and stuff like that; but you knew Ghiaccio and all these fantasies had to remain in your head..

He decided to try this year tho, he decided to REALLY try to make something romantic for you: he called risotto and asked him for a free day, ordered your favourite takeout, got tons of beer and your favourite drink, rented your favourite movies, got all the blankets he could find in the house...Damn he even baked you a cake!

He wanted to show you properly that he cared this time, and he was gonna succed in his mission!

You came home expecting nothing, as usual in this particular day but once uìyou opened the door your mouth went agape: the room had soft lights, candles, flowers...And a very embarassed Ghiaccio waiting for you on the couch with a little box in his hands.

The young man mumbled a " Happy Valentine's day tosa..i love you" and you just had to pepper his face with kisses and hug him; you sat next to him and asked what made him change his mind, he just answered that you deserved something nice for putting up with him all this time.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening eating your favourite food and the cake Ghiaccio baked, watching movies, playing videogames and just chilling, if before you did dream about the romcom v day, what your boyfriend prepared for you this day was way more romantic and thoughtful.

Just a little before midnight, he gave you the box he was holding at the beginning of your specal night, and once you opened it you started crying happy tears: inside you saw a necklace with a crystal snowflake, the one you saw in that jewelry months ago but was too pricey for you.

You hugged Ghiaccio, that reciprocated and held you tight with all the affection his stubborn ass could show...in the meantime on tv the reporter talked with the distressed owner of a jewelry, but robberies happens everyday and this was no special..right?

Prosciutto: " Travel date "

Prosciutto had one plan in mind: get the hell out of La Squadra's radar! He spent too many V day hoping to be alone with you, and in each one the boys came out of nowhere made him look like a fool at a certain point!

But not this year, no this was the year where he planned everything one step ahead of his teammates and he was going to make you feel like the princess you were in his eyes!

He booked a flight to bring you to the city you always wanted to visit in Europe, a fancy hotel room for two nights and bought you an item from your favourite fashion brand ( he is classy and so is his lady )

You woke up at 3 am on february 13, and with a very sleepy voice asked him if something was wrong, he only answered " We have one hour before Illuso or Melone notices we are gone. We have to hurry picciottina mia"

At hearing those words you suddenly woke up and dressed as quick as possible, grabbed your luggage ( prosciutto prepared both his and yours the day before ) and ran to the airport; once you saw the plane leaving the land you both high fived and relaxed for the first time in a week. Prosciutto knwe his friends were only goofing around, but Valentine's day was special to him and he wanted to have one without problems with his girlfriend for once!

The landing went smoothly and after a quick taxi ride you got inside the hotel room, what you saw in front of you was everything you could ask for: champagne, rose petals, a fireplace, your favourite dish and strawberries covered in chocolate...

You turned around and held his face, caressing his cheek and leaving sweet kisses all over it ( you loved the gap between his teeth and slight overbite so much, it was too cute ) and lead him to the bed.

You spent all day in your bedroom: talking, loving each other, eating and drinking the goodies the hotel gave you and when the evening came you both dressed up and went to dinner to a typical resturant of the country you chose to visit and once your heard the bells of midnight ringing, you shared one last kiss, wishing each other a happy Valentine's day and hugging tight like you always did,praying to spend many many more valetine's days like this one in the future

Happy late V day everyone :D and sorry for the delay, love you all cuties and i hope life is treating you good <3

[texturralize]

Writer of my broken soul. What has happened to the svss fics? Are you okay? Who do I need to fight for you cause I rely on those fics more than an online shopper relies on their credit card.

it’s just..kind of a unfortunate timing kinda thing..something just really discouraged me and hit on some social trauma I have and I’ve been in a funk and need to take a break from my sv fanfic. the other night I sat down to write and someone messaged me on twt to join a sj fan server.

I got super excited bc I still hadn’t ever found a sj focused server and he is (obviously) my fave. when I got in, someone mentioned being fan of my fics. so I searched them just bc I was kinda curious. well..there were a few nitpicks things here and there which is fine. but ig one of my fics, because I forgot a tag, showed up in some people’s feed even when they set their filters, and it bothered them. there were some really hurtful things said..stuff like oh you can’t trust this author, can’t believe they did this, it was disingenuous, they wanted to toss themself down the stairs from sheer disgust, it was creepy, people wanted to block me, they felt mad anytime they saw my name…it was bordering on fic/author bashing and I was shocked the conversation just continued like normal and was allowed…so I got uncomfortable and left the server.

I don’t really blame the server itself or the people who talked about me, multiple people have sent me DMs saying they felt bad and like my work and that was really sweet. one of the people who said stuff also apologized for it so it’s not like I hold a grudge. it’s just, stuff like this is kind of hard to deal with for me. it’s not that I’ve never encountered hate comments or anything on the internet, I think I was just blindsided by the situation..no one expects to encounter stuff like that in what should be a safe space for fun and ideas you were invited to. I let myself get excited and wasn’t expecting it so it really affected me.

it’s just unfortunate that it happened in that way because though I’m sure no one specifically meant to hurt me, like I said, this kind of triggered some social trauma for me. as someone who grew up with undiagnosed autism, I’ve often felt hurt and silly when I entered spaces and didn’t realize people didn’t like me until too late. I spent a long time unable to explain why I felt certain ways when these things happened bc I didn’t even understand the way my own brain worked. I also have a very direct way of communicating and don’t say things unless I mean them, so the idea of venting and being aggressive abt something but not ‘really meaning it’ is hard for me; it’s hard to understand that someone could say such cruel stuff but not take it seriously. so my brain catastrophizes and won’t let me forget what happened and there’s dysphoria when I perceive rejection, dislike, aggression, etc. BECAUSE I take those things so seriously. and I also would never bash someone or their fic bc I know fic is made from love and is 100% free so it’s hard for me to get past it y’know?

just to reiterate..I’m not mad at anyone, I don’t think anyone is a bad person. they said they made a mistake speaking like that about someone and will keep in mind what I said when we talked. I’m sure there are plenty of people in that server who like my stuff and don’t want to see me discouraged…

god, it’s just really hard, you know? it’s been a while since something really managed to hurt my feelings. I guess I just felt stupid, and kind of humiliated. it’s that feeling of walking into a room only to realize you’re the punchline…

so..yeah it just kind of has me in a funk, as someone who’s struggled to make friends and connections in fandom too despite how ‘easy’ it’s supposed to be. I’m still kind of disappointed that something I got excited over exploded so much in my face and didn’t work out. but overall I mostly just tripped into a depression spell and it’s making me feel bad to look at my work so..I decided to take a break from it. to people who like my stuff…I’m really sorry. I don’t mean to take anything away from people who really liked it. I just want to feel better.

the last time I felt this bad was a few years ago, when someone did something really horrible to me and it upset me so much and took the joy out of the fandom I was creating content for, because it was something we did together. I’m not really upset over the specifics of what was said, just the experience and how similar it was to things I’ve went through in the past. I’m upset over the fact I don’t feel like it’s fun to write right now, and I don’t want to lose this special interest like I did my last one…so yeah, just kind of sucks overall.

I hope no one feels bad about what happened for a long time. just..unfortunately, I probably will, and maybe taking a break will help..idk

sorry :(

[dearlydarlingdahlia]

I decided to close comments on all of my fics.

Unfortunately, I've been dealing with a little bit of rudeness/harassment on ao3. It wasn't enough to just turn off comments on the relevant works because I was getting comments on my completely unrelated work instead. Even though I could delete comments, they would just repost. I've also tried moderating, closing comments just to guests, and blocking people. I'm a pretty anxious and sensitive person so dealing with this over the last few months became too much for me. Even if other people handle this all the time, they must just have a different capacity than I do.

The positive comments I have received in the past were such a blessing, and I'm super grateful for them. However, the strange/negative ones I've been getting recently have been detracting from the fun. It might sound silly or stupid, but I had started getting nervous every time I got an email from ao3. I was just afraid of what kind of shit I was going to get next.

Recently, I tried a thing where my husband was 'moderating' my comments for me. He would read them first and then explain them to me in a helpful way. It was definitely helpful, but I still found myself stressed anyway. I think ultimately, I was and am worried that my work just burdens, inconveniences, or harms people just by existing. No one has actually said that my work has harmed them. This is just my own deeper sense of shame speaking.

In the last several months, all of the comments I have gotten have been entirely negative. I wasn't getting anything positive, so I asked friends to write a few nice comments for me to help me feel better. They kindly read and praise my work, but they don't go on ao3. It was really sweet, but I think I'll just stick to receiving their praise outside of ao3. Reading things aloud to them and having whole conversations about it has been super fulfilling.

I also decided to apply a skin on the site for myself to hide all of the stats. This way, I no longer see how many comments, kudos, hits, or bookmarks I have throughout the website. I also adjusted my settings, so I don't receive emails for kudos either. I do appreciate knowing readers like my work, but I got too anxious about the numbers and questioning if my writing was 'enough'. It became less fulfilling and enjoyable when I was fixated on my 'performance'. It was demoralizing spending hours creating something so personal and relying on a number to quantify the 'success'. I also couldn't just 'stop caring' about this.

Hiding the stats so far has felt liberating. Now when I scroll through my works, I instead think about how each one made me feel.

Sadly, I feel like my writing flow has been frozen up lately and like it's even in a chokehold. I'm afraid to write because I'm afraid I'll just get hate or negativity. I've been rereading some of my work lately, and it's validating because it makes me happy. I'm sure this writers block will pass soon enough. I'm just used to being able to churn out content quickly.

Sometimes I worry inconvenience people because I write SO much content. Like I'm clogging up their search results or email notifications with my crap. I'm almost at one million words on ao3 and I've only been at this since last December. This fear of burdening people with my volume of words probably stems from being told that I 'talk too much' by an abusive man when he was justifying the harm he did to me.

I've been reading a powerful book about abuse recently, and I just finished the section on arguments with an abuser. It said that abusers usually seek to discredit you and silence you, which really spoke to my experience. In the past, I've allowed myself to be silenced and I've literally spent years hiding from the world. I don't want to keep letting that happening to me, so I plan to write again soon when it feels right.

[poppyseed799]

decided I’ll take writing requests (life series fandom)

I want to write! Especially for this fandom! But I want to warm up first! So I’ll take random requests! I also don’t have many ideas for long stories so I just wanna write oneshots and requests are perfect for that!

I’ve not ever really posted my writing on tumblr before. I’m flipping between thinking my writing is bad or that I underestimate my writing skills. Either way I like my style of writing. Hopefully y’all will too if not then.. sorry don’t read it I guess 😭 I like always write third person limited btw don’t think anyone cares but yeah I’m almost like allergic to other styles LOL

SO! WHAT CAN YOU REQUEST THEN?

- Anything Life Series related. 3rd Life Last Life Double Life Limited Life… maybe just making up a whole new season idk HOW I’d manage that but sure…

- Shipping? Yeah bro. Any ships I won’t do? Nah. I’ll do em. I guess I’m not a fan of shipping between the family dynamics in Limited Life (those ships are fine in the other seasons! Also not calling out ppl who do that I just personally don’t want to I like to treat them like family) (if you specify some sort of au where they’re not family I may do it) (also idk what was up with the bad boys being the clockers cousins I’m not concerned with that too much tbh it felt rather throwaway) anyways Got a rare pair? Sure why not. Want more content for the already most popular ships? Yeah sure man. Want to challenge me by making up a completely random ship? Screw you but yeah do it ig.

- Don’t want shipping? Want some angst or friendships? Just guys doing stuff? Murder and killing? Yeah sure.

- smut? No sorry bro I’ve never written that ever LMAOO so that’s one thing I will not accept as a request. Especially not on main are you KIDDING me? (I guess I could write something suggestive tho idk if I’d be good at that lol practice I guess..????)

- random headcanons? Yeah bro sure. You could even ask me to write my own I’d prefer to write my own but I’d love to take a request for a headcanon that I don’t have too. This goes for pretty much any sort of headcanons. Listen if I don’t like it I’ll just delete it I won’t publicly shame you ok promise. I am friendly pspsps

- AU? Yeah man just give me an au. I’ll do it. I don’t even know what a coffee shop au is. But I’ll write it. Just ask.

- Other servers? No. A personal dislike of mine is connecting other servers to the life series (not shaming ppl who do this I just personally don’t like it much doesn’t fit my tastes!) I’m also not super knowledgeable on other series tbh…… however combining this with AU. I could accept an AU that has to do with other servers, just know that I know hardly anything about hermitcraft and am only mostly familiar with empires, not much. Don’t be afraid to request AU with other server just because I don’t like them being together by default

- “can I request literally a random word?” Sure bro why tf not. Idek what I’m doing anymore. Why don’t you guys request like a character or pairing and make me shuffle my playlist and write them based on the song my playlist is a mess it would be. Terrible. Treat this like I’ve reblogged one of those ask game type posts. Send me a random emoji and a character or pairing or whatever. Idc.

Sooo yeah like I said I prommy I won’t be mean ok request ANYTHING you want if I don’t like it I’ll just delete it but I promise you I am one of the most lenient does whatever ppl say ppl you may ever know I have done. So many bizarre one on one roleplays with strangers and NOT in the way y’all think.

If I get hit by writers block and end up writing NOTHING. I’m sorry. But you’ll have to accept that possibility and that I’m doing this for free and for myself (also keep that in mind if I twist your request into something you didn’t intend lol)

So plz send a request in my ask box even if you don’t have one or don’t care or don’t even want to read it just put something in there

[remember-that-one-blog]

Picking Up the Pieces (Part 2)

Warnings: There is description of a panic/anxiety attack and death. If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to skip it. The anxiety attack will be in bold.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I’ve hit writer’s block on my other series at the moment but I will keep trying. Please let me know what you all think!

Part 1

You were still reeling from the coffee you had with Chris. When you got home that night you googled him. Weird? Probably, but you had never seen any of his movies. You had no idea he was an actor. You couldn’t believe the movies he had been in. You were never a movie buff, so you hadn’t seen any of the movies he had been in. You decided you would try one of the Marvel movies. You had to say you were a fan. You weren’t going to tell him that though. You were sitting on the couch with Diesel reading when there was a knock at your door. You put a bookmark in your book and went to answer the door. You peeked out the small window. It was Chris and Dodger. You opened the door as Dodger immediately made his way into your home.

“Dodger! Sorry, I was gonna see if you wanted to take them to the dog park but I guess Dodger had other plans.” You laughed as you watched the two dogs play in your living room.

“It’s fine. Diesel likes having another dog around. Abby was his best friend.” Chris nodded in understanding. 

“I think he’s found a buddy in Dodger.” The two of you laughed.

“Would you want to come in? My backyard is fenced in. We can go out back and watch them and have a cup of coffee.” Chris nodded as you allowed him inside. You made your way over to your coffee maker and put a pot on. “The door to the backyard is down that hallway if you want to let them out.” Chris did as you said and made his way down the hall to let the dogs out. You grabbed two mugs out of your cabinet. You put sugar and creamer in yours before you pour your coffee. Chris came back when the pot of coffee finished. “Didn’t know how you took yours. Sugar is here and creamer is in the fridge. You can help yourself.” Chris went about making his coffee the way he liked as you mixed yours to make the sugar dissolve. After he was finished the two of you made your way to your backyard. You watch as Diesel and Dodger chased each other around.

“So, why Boston? Of all places to start over?” You looked at him as you made yourself comfortable in your chair. You thought about it before you answered.

“I always wanted to come to Boston to see the Boston Public Library. Ya know, book nerd and all. Jake and I came to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. It was during winter and it was just so beautiful. I didn’t want to live in Boston but close to it. We had talked about moving but it never happened. We were happy in our small town, but when I lost Jake it was never the same for me.”

“So you got married in the winter?”

“We did. Christmas Eve actually. It snowed the day we got married which while we live in the south it’s super rare to have a white Christmas. It usually rained and sometimes it was even in the sixties on Christmas.” You couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to Chris about this. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to dump it on you. It’s just easy to talk to you.”

“I don’t mind. I’m glad you find it easy to talk to me. I’m sure it’s not easy going through this. I’m also a pretty good listener.” You gave him a soft smile. 

“So, you asked me about my life. You think I can have a turn?”

“Go for it.”

“Was acting always what you wanted to do?”

“Yes and no. I didn’t realize I would ever get to this level. I love it but it’s hard being away for so long. Especially when I have to leave Dodger like I did this last time.”

“Do you have to leave him a lot?”

“Not usually. I can bring him with me most of the time. I miss him a lot when I’m gone.”

“I understand that.” 

“What do you do? Out of everything we talked about the other night I never asked what you did.”

“I actually work in the library, which is what made me fall in love with Boston in the first place.”

“Do you like it?”

“I do, but my goal is to have my own bookstore one day. Maybe have a coffee shop and bakery inside.”

“That’s amazing! Do you know what you would call it?”

“I’d call it Baked and Booked.” Chris let out a laugh at that.

“That’s the best name I’ve ever heard.” You laughed with him. A genuine laugh too. One you hadn’t let out in quite some time. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while finishing your coffees. 

“I have a confession to make.” Chris looked at you and waited. “I watched one of your Marvel movies last night. I liked it, but movies still aren’t my thing.” You gave him a small smile.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He gave you a smile back. You were quiet for a little while longer before Chris spoke again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How long ago did everything happen?”

“A little over a year ago.” You had been thinking about it but didn’t want to dwell on it. Jake wouldn’t have wanted that for you. You gave him a soft small. He returned it. You didn’t know what was happening to you. You weren’t sure if you would ever be with someone again or date again. You never gave it a thought. Jake was your high school sweetheart. You hadn’t dated in so long you weren’t sure if you knew how to go on a date at this point. You couldn’t believe you were thinking about this. You barely knew Chris but he had this pull for you. It threw you for a loop because you kinda had that with Jake but not like this. This was different. It scared you.

Jake was a constant in your life for over half your life. The thought of being with anyone else seemed foreign to you. You weren’t sure what was going on with Chris, but you knew there was something there. Something you hadn’t felt before and you didn’t know how to go about it. You weren’t sure if Chris felt the same way. Judging by the small glances and soft smiles he gave you, maybe he did.

“Can I say something?” You nodded at his question. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel drawn to you. I don’t know why and I can’t explain it. You seem different to me and I don’t want to come on as too forward and considering everything you’ve been through I don’t want to push. But I would really like to get to know you more and take you out if you’re comfortable with that.”

“I know what you mean. I was with Jake for over half my life. The thought of being with anyone else is so odd to me, but I know what you’re saying. I feel connected to you in a way that wasn’t there with Jake and that alone terrifies me, Chris.” You were honest with him. You were scared. You didn’t know how to navigate life as a widow. No one prepares you for that at your age. Chris could see the fear in your eyes. He didn’t want to push, but he reached for your hand and you let him take it in his. 

“I can’t begin to understand or imagine what you’re going through, but I do know that if you ever want to give this a shot, I’m here. I would love to give this a shot. If you decide you want to, we'll take it day by day. We won’t jump into anything. Okay?” You could see he meant every word. You weren’t sure about it yet, but maybe, just maybe you would give this a shot. You just needed to sort yourself out first.

“Okay. Thank-” There was a knock on your front door. You and Chris shared a confused look. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. I know your ma wouldn’t knock either.” Getting up, you took your hand back from Chris. He followed you to the door. When you opened the door you were shocked at who you saw.

“Florence? Glen? What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?” You didn’t know it but you started shaking. Chris grabbed your hand and you settled a little but you couldn’t believe it. Jake’s parents.

“We’re here to see Jake, obviously.” Your heart stopped at his mother’s words.

“You’re here to see Jake?”

“Yes and that man is clearly not my son.” She sneered at Chris.

“Florence, Jake’s dead.” She rolled her eyes. ROLLED. HER. EYES.

“Oh please, I got your letter. I don’t believe you. So, where is he?”

“He’s dead. He died a year ago. How did you even find me?” They tried to barge into your home but Chris kept his foot on the door. They looked between the two of you and gave you disapproving looks.

“I can’t believe you would do this to him. After everything he’s done for you. You just up and leave him.” His father was livid. You let go of Chris’ hand to rub your face in frustration. 

“Oh my god. He’s dead. He died in a car crash a year ago yesterday. I WAS THERE! I held him as he died! I watched your son take his last breath and you have the audacity to come to my home, uninvited, and tell me you don’t believe me?!” They looked at you like you had grown a third eye. You marched to your bedroom to grab a box. Once you found it you came back to the door. You opened the box, shoving a piece of paper in their faces. “Do you see this? It’s a certificate of death. Your son, whom you wrote off by the way, is dead. The son you wanted nothing to do with because he wanted to marry me died. Do you get it now?” They took the paper. You watched their faces drop.

“No, he’s not dead. I still don’t believe you.” His mother had unshed tears in her eyes. You weren’t about to go easy on her. It wasn’t your fault she didn’t believe you a year ago when you sent the letter.

“The address to the cemetery is on the bottom of the certificate. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to my day.” You grabbed the paper from them and shut the door in their faces. You were livid. How could they not believe you? You watched Jake die and that still wasn’t enough for them. All of the sudden it was hard to breathe. It felt like an elephant was sitting on your chest.

Chris knew what was happening the second you grabbed your chest. He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you. You jerked at the sudden feeling of arms. Chris shushed you gently and went to the ground with you when he could tell your knees were giving out.

“It’s okay. Just breathe, in and out.” You did as he said. It didn’t seem like it was helping at first, which made you panic. “It’ll help, I promise. Breathe with me. Come on.” So you did. You took a breath in and let it go. You focused on keeping your breaths even with his. Once it felt like the elephant was off your chest you sat there on the floor with Chris’ arms around you. You stayed quiet for a few minutes.

“How can they not believe me? I watched Jake die. I held him. How can they think I would make something like that up?” You didn’t expect an answer. You were just talking out loud to get the thoughts out of your mind. You felt Chris’ arms tighten around you. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed with your in-laws. How could two people be so cold to you? How could they not believe their son had died. Chris could see the pain in your eyes. He knew it was there and he wanted to help you. He wanted to help you piece your life back together. 

“I’m sorry you’ve had to see me fall apart like that. I just wasn’t expecting them to show up at my door let alone not believe me when I told them their son died.”

“I don’t mind. I’ll help you pick up the pieces.”

[humanfleshbutcher]

hi!! first off, i would like to say i love your writing! it is just so descriptive and eloquent 😍💖 i was graced when i found your account because i am suffering from a severe lack of puss in boots content </3

anyway- enough of my rambling. i was wondering if i could request a romantic/platonic puss fanfic :3 i was in the snow a few days ago with my friends, and we got to the point where we started to talk about how our cats would react if they were brought in the snow. so i thought it would be pretty cute to see the puss and the reader seeing snow for the first time!

there's no rush- i no writing can be hard and energy-consuming sometimes. have a great day!!

aww thanks!! I have kind had a writers block but now with more requests coming in, IM BACK :D Also same, the reason I started writing Puss in boots cuz I just couldn't find any stories about him lol 😭

Puss in boots x reader 'Snow days'

Summary: You and Puss are seeing snow for the first time, thoughts?

TW: None

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For this adventure, you and team friendship had to go to a different land. Kitty has been there, and she says there might be snow there.

You and Puss have NEVER seen snow, might be because you're living in a country in which snow is quite rare, or you've just never been around long enough to see it fall.

But for this one, you're gonna feast your eyes on the white which will coat the ground.

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"Y/N, wake up!" A violent shake stirred you from your sleep, startling you up.

"What?!" You shook your head as you looked at Perrito, who was wagging his tail in excitement.

"Come outside!"

You watched the small dog run out of the tent, leaving you alone. Curiosity killed the cat (pun intended) and you decided to not keep your friend waiting and stepped outside.

White, everywhere.

Like a white powder covering the face of the earth. You've never seen this before. It was fascinating.

It was snow.

"Y/N!" You heard your name being called. It was Puss, his fur littered in the white snow. He looked super excited, which rose your excitement and adrenaline.

"Puss!" You responded, stepping onto the snow. It was a little weird, but this was pretty much the way you imagined snow.

You both admired the snow, it was a new sight for both of you. You were both a little confused, but y'all got the spirit. You both watched as Perrito played around in the snow, jumping in and out of the cold heaps.

"Ow!" Puss exclaimed, you looked at him, looking back and seeing Kitty who was holding a snowball in her hand.

"Now that you finally seen snow, how about I teach you some games?" Kitty suggested, throwing the snowball up into the air and catching it.

You puss shared a look, but it was interrupted when a snowball hit Puss again.

"OHMYGOSH SNOWBALL FIGHT!" Perrito shrieked, instantly making a snow boulder, you also made a defence wall and started preparing your snowballs.

The fight was tragic, you had to face your own team, but even then your determination didn't falter. You took down Perrito first (sorry bud) and then made an alliance with Puss to take down Kitty.

The alliance proved true, as you both defeated Kitty. But now, it was just the two of you. A war can only be won, by one. It was a battle against you two now.

It wasn't long until there was a clear winner.

The winner being You.

You celebrated your victory and rubbed it in their faces.

But soon the sun started setting, and seeing as you were all now drenched in melted snow, you all decided it was best to leave the cold activities behind and make a campfire.

You loved the snow. You wish you'd seen it more before, but for now it's not time to worry about what you didn't see before, but it's time to look to the present, and look upon many more victories in the snow.

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FINALLY IM DONE AAAAA