#i should probably tag fandom things properly someday

[t8oo]

for my friend

[soreiya]

I'm the anon who sent you the anti-Varigo ask.

I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I shouldn't have treated you like a board for unpopular opinions just because I'm too cowardly.

Nah, it's cool. I still plan to respond to your ask properly when my brain decides to become functional again. Because I honestly feel like one of the biggest issues with some people in the Vat7K fandom is this entitled assumption/expectation for everyone to like and support this fanfiction AU. It makes it so that those who feel differently become afraid to speak up. Even if we have valid concerns or criticisms for the story and it's characters. I don't think anyone should become ostracized because of such a thing. We don't hate friends or family IRL for having different opinions. So why should that be the case online? I for one am not going to reject anyone for something like this. I still talk to and help 7K fans on a regular basis. There are nice and talented people who like it. That being said, there are some very bad fans within the community... One thing I see a lot of are baseless accusations towards others. It's often used as an attempt to dissuade them from ships that these people are not partial to. This is why I pointed out the Varigo age gap hypocrisy a while back. Just so that these toxic fans in particular could hopefully come to the understanding that the AU that they hold so dear wouldn't exist in the first place if the creators didn't draw shippy fanarts of 14 year old Varian with their 24 year old D&D OC. They changed ages for this self insert AU in the same way regular fans do for other ships. So there really isn't a reason for these Varigo shippers to make excuses or delude themselves into thinking that they are the exception. It's not a big deal? Not everyone who changes character ages for stories is a creep with bad intentions. It's kind of insulting to the creators of the AU to think this way. Maybe someday these bullies can finally start to view things from the perspective of those who they have needlessly harassed. Sometimes I feel like fans don't understand that I probably would be indifferent towards this AU if it was easy to avoid. It's not a canon continuation to Varian's story, but those who want it to be will interject it into conversations or stories without warning or proper use of tags. So basically they become like the fandom equivalent of a stranger who plays loud videos/music on their phone in public without headphones on.

[klappert-art]

It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 --- Wow it's been 5 years since I tried to learn to draw properly and post them here 😅

Long rambling under the cut

Honestly it was pretty challenging for me because my study (when I started this blog) was pretty intense, also I live at home, commute every day to go to class so finding time & energy to draw is out of the window. I'm always amazed that most of my fav artists are real university students too, who probably have it even harder than me but they can draw a lot better... So why can't I??

The thing that I learned over time is, I improved faster when I draw fan arts. Because I have real and strict references to follow, unlike when I do OC where I usually just random bullshit go. That's why you see me posted fan arts more here. I just do my favorite fandom to motivate myself lol.

I am a picky person regarding fandom because mentally I can't handle so many heartbreaks (HAHA). And I need a fandom with diverse things to draw. Fate series is very perfect for me. I really like their ideas and the characters are just challenging. I've been into it since 2016-2017 and my pre-Fate art compared to today is... dkgeagwefgwk. I owe my skill growth to this fandom. My first post here was a Tomoe Gozen fan art 😂

I got into radar twice (which is still weird and unbelievable) because of a Noragami FA and my first A:TLA FA ever posted. Which was funny, because I don't draw them that much. But then again, my first "exposure" was from a random Taylor Swift ink art for a random inktober in 2019. That was so surreal lol.

Maybe you notice another fandom I draw a lot too, yes the game of all people in this world: Genshin Impact. Man, I started the game in release and thought "I have to make at least one fan art with the scenery of the game, and maybe this gonna be my first and last GI fan art." And look where we are now. I didn't expect this game would blow up, I believe the first FA I posted was one of the earliest Genshin post on tumblr 😂.I started doing GI FA also because I am mesmerized by the landscape and want to draw landscapes better. You see, there's this kind of reason in EVERY media I'm involving myself into. I simply like pretty and cool things. Sadly at some point the fandom is hell, so I like to take a step back sometimes.

Few months ago I also did some vtubers FA. Although mostly HoloID only, simply because I'm proud of them. Vtuber community has this unique relationship between Vtubers and derivative works, so you can feel real accomplishment when you showed your work to them.

Still, I still highly prefer to make real good original art and story someday. For now, I guess I have to grind first, because my current level is still not where I want to be yet to achieve that.

I use tumblr to post because I like the blogging and tagging system, however this site isn't popular in my country and my marketing for local cons isn't effective if I only use tumblr. I have IG, but I don't like it, thinking I should make twitter or something. AAaaA. My wish for now is to make many money with art lol (at least to supply my disposable income).

And some little things about myself, I'm working now, but not in creating art/design field. It's more of a history and research field (I do still interested in design... if I have the chance--yes I graduated from design thingy school). This blog is like... my creative outlet. The girl on my avatar is my OC Klappy, a gjinka of klappertaart. Klappertaart is the name of an Indonesian dessert (well, the name itself is dutch I guess) made from coconut topped with raisins. Dalr is an acronym from my real name. Thanks for reading, have a good day.

[certified-anakinfucker]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags

How to play: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same.

tagged by @kiwikipedia and @chiafett, i’m giving them both a gentle muah and an obligatory apology for mobile’s bullshittery

Cheerilee | My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Take a wild guess where I got this screen name from LMAO it has survived a loooooooooong time. I think I first took it when I was 11? 12? on a hellscape sns. Now I brought it back bc I like the vibes :) At the time I wanted to be a teacher like her (and my mom), and plus her coat color was probably my favorite color at the time. I just loved her a lot.

Christophe Giacometti | Yuri!!! on Ice

He got subjected to the “fuck you he’s mine” treatment, but really I just. Adore him. He showed up like a whore who was DEFINITELY seeing Viktor so long ago and now they’ve turned into the closest friends anyone could ask for with the most beautiful sense of “I love you but you’re going to pay for that” rivalry. He is so pretty. I kind of want to bring him back for SW but I dunno what he’ll be doing :(

[Redacted] | [Data Expunged]

I like my men pathetic and miserable and they can’t do jack nor the shit without causing a cascade failure on an unimaginably catastrophic scale and bringing about destruction to everything he’s ever loved BECAUSE he loved so hard and now everyone sees him with such a sour (bittersweet at best) taste in their mouth and he’s resigned himself to the background in so many things he used to be the proudest of his prowess in but he’s so pretty and dainty and and and and and-

Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars

Me and the scrungly blorbos ass-up in untreated trauma from abandonment issues and being thrust into high positions of power without proper support despite others insisting that we ARE being properly supported at all measures but there are people scared and jealous of us and we keep refusing to admit how deeply it effects our daily lives and relationships until it inevitably destroys what good we do see around us and we have to make the decision on whether to learn and grow from this or just shrug and keep it trucking in the trenches. Neither of us made the right choice here and that’s banger. We’re doing great wdym?

Jedediah | Night at the Museum

Can’t believe I had to split up Jedediah and Octavius for this but I just genuinely admire him. He is so cool. Maybe it’s the free-spirited gay cowboy gender.

Loki | M*rvel

Shut up he’s hot

Wheatley | Portal (2)

Don’t speak to me he’s so so so stupid

Jazz | Transformers

This is entirely Mikey’s fault and I will make sure she knows this daily. Jazz is so just like me fr

Honorable Fandom Mentions

Basically, fandoms I only dipped a toe into but not deep enough to pick just one favorite!

Hades (Game)

WHERE IS MY MOTHER NYX. WHERE IS SHE. I deeply admire anyone’s ability (namely @purgetrooperfox) in sitting through this game.

Red Dead Redemption / 2

What if I turned Micah and Dutch into mulch? What if Arthur lived an amazing life instead? This game makes me feel so many emotions what the fuck I should play it someday 🥲

Tags <3

i’m dumb and wasn’t paying much attention to who was already tagged so. @milf-maul @jekyllnahyena @spaceydragons @sithbian @friedennic @walk-ng-d-saster @kemendin @grandninjamasterren @perasperaadastrawriting @kkrazy256

[itllsetyoufree]

fic writer review!

thank uuuu for tagging me @sapphic-luthor!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

there are six of them but more on tumblr probably because i haven’t put all of the little things on ao3

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

34,286 on ao3 and now that you’ve asked, apparently an extra 7,807 across six minifics on tumblr that i haven’t posted on ao3... i should probably get around to doing that, huh

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

oh jesus. i think three buttttt let’s just go ahead and say one :)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

what do you know about quantum theory?

truce

she shines me up like gold on my arm

please don’t go

i always had the best intentions, babe

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

only sometimes and i think about it a lot. most of the time i’d just be saying “thank you” which sometimes seems kind of insincere to me, but it’s not insincere at all, and each comment makes me genuinely happy but each comment is different so saying the same “thank you” to everyone feels weird you feel me?

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

oh this one for sure

7. Do you write crossovers?

sure don’t

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

negative

9. Do you write smut?

i mean in my head definitely but down here for people to see, nooope

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i’m aware of

11. Ever had a fic translated?

yes! someone translated one of them into russian

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

i have not, i think it would take two very special personalities to do that and i don’t think i’m one of them

13. All time fav ship?

i mean i think lia’s spot on that every ship feels like The Ship when you’re in it, and i do think supercorp could be it because i don’t read about/care much about any of the others any more. however i think my answer, even more unlikely than supercorp itself, is supercorp/good writing, thanks for asking

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

ohhh i have a couple. i have a blind date one that i haven’t touched in months and i have dreams about a midvale one too. SIGH maybe someday

15. Writing strengths?

procrastinating, gaining momentum at 2:30am, whining to @sapphic-luthor and @battenthecrosshatches

16. Writing weaknesses?

RUN ONS. good lord why end a sentence properly when you can write one with six separate clauses instead

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

listen i speak a wee (oui) bit of french but if i’m putting any language in there i’m probably running it by a native speaker before i post it. english included.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

i was at my parents’ house a little while ago and found a notebook with lizzie mcguire fanfiction in there and made an actual audible choking noise of disgust. i’ve hidden it but not burned it and i need to figure out what to do with it thanks for asking this too

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

it’s absolutely got to be this one, which i only wrote because i became so completely livid watching season five that i needed to try to fix everything and made this whole tumblr just so i could post it. it was a bitch and a half to write and it’s almost a year old at this point, but i think it’s the best one i’ve written and i’m proud of it

tagging @littlemousejelly @msdanvers @i-am-robie

[fangirlings-things]

Chasin' You

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: doesn't matter how much time you spend without seeing each other because of your jobs, whenever you do meet Agent Prentiss will give you a flirtatious smile and one of her many pick up lines

A/N: I may or may not be in love with this woman???? I probably am, actually. Just some cute, flirty stuff with her because she deserves it. Hope you guys like it, let me know what your thoughts are 💖

GIF IS NOT MINE || TAG LIST: @imaginesofyourfandom ; @locke-writes ; @regalbanshee

“Well, if it isn’t the best view in San Francisco” the voice came from behind you, making you stop moving the blue pen you had in your hand across the paper you were signing. You recognized it, of course you did. Turning your chair around, you looked up and met her eyes, like you had already expected to. “Surprised to see me, love?” her smile was bright.

“Not at all, Agent Prentiss” you smiled too, as usual feeling her gaze inspecting all of your face. No matter how many cases her unit got in your city and you worked together, she would still look at you with the fixation she had when you two first met. Moving the pen between your fingers, you got up from your chair. “I was the one who convinced Sheriff Carter that we needed the BAU's help on this one”

“So you did miss me” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and red t-shirt. You were rolling your eyes at her when you heard your name being called.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” both you and Prentiss turned in that direction and watched as her co-worker, Morgan, crossed the police station you worked at and finally approached your desk like she had done before.

“Derek” you shook his hand with your free one while exchanging a friendly smile. “How have you been?”

“Oh, you know me, I’m always living the best life” you laughed at that, letting go of his hand and then turning just slightly around to leave the blue pen you still held at your table. “Come on, the Sheriff is going to properly brief us about this case and Hotch wants all of us in there” he said to Emily and then turned back to you. “The Sheriff wants you there. He said you have been working almost completely alone on this one” he sounded impressed and you smiled. After you nodded in agreement, he walked away.

You were about to follow him when Prentiss suddenly stepped into your way, a thoughtful expression taking a hold of her beautiful features. “Why is he 'Derek' and I’m 'Agent Prentiss'?”

“Because I like keeping things professional with you” you replied, not being able to hide a smile at her apparently jealous questioning.

“Just because you know I don’t want to be professional with you?” she then asked and you nodded before starting to walk towards the briefing room, to where Derek had gone. You could hear Emily’s footsteps following you almost immediately as she mumbled something to herself that made you have to bite your lower lip to hold back a laugh. “Such a tease”

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‘(Y/N), you and Prentiss go to the last crime scene and make sure nothing was left unnoticed' Agent Hotchner had said once the briefing about the case was done, with the consent of your Sheriff.

Now you found yourself sitting at the passenger seat of a black SUV, as the FBI brunette drove through the city to get to the place where the last body had been found. Even though you were looking out through your window, through the corner of your eye you could see her staring at you, everytime you stopped at a headlight or when the street was empty.

“You should keep your eyes on the road, Agent” you said when she gave you a particular long stare. Turning your head to look at her, you saw Emily smiling for being caught in the act. She did have a nice smile.

“I only get to look at you maybe twice a year, if I’m lucky and you have a second serial killer around here. If don’t, once a year” she shrugged as she drove the car through a parallel highway. “Can you really blame me for wanting to look at you while I can?”

“Did you really just say that having a serial killer around here makes you lucky?” you returned her question with another and saw how she thought about your words and then sighted, defeated. You smiled, returning your look to your window. “Is not that I mind you looking. I just…” you stopped for a moment and actually laughed. “Forget it”

“None of that. Talk to me” she said, taking her foot out of the accelerator to stop at another red headlight. She turned her head to look at you, completely focused, and as usual, it made you a bit flustered. To know you were desired like that.

You sighted, turning back to her. Eyes meeting hers. “Everytime you come here you flirt with me. Then you flirt with me some more and at the end of the case I do not go out with you and you leave. Then, if you get lucky and another serial killer showed up here in the same year” she rolled her eyes at that, smiling. “you come back and you flirt with me again. We’ve done this four times now and you never give up. You come here, and you flirt. Why?”

“That’s a fair question” she sighted, leaning her head back against the seat. “You see, you never did deny my invites for a date. Not to my face. You just smile and walk away, without saying anything. That says you’re not refusing a date with me, but your avoiding dating at all. I see the way you look at me sometimes too. Something happened that made you make the decision of not dating anytime soon, but I’m a patient woman. I’ll wait until you’re ready. I’ll keep flirting, keep chasin’ you, until someday you accept”

You just stared at her, amazed. She was absolutely right, with every single word and sentence. “I hate profilers” you said, sighting heavily and returning your attention to the window.

“Oh no, you don’t” Emily said, just when the headlight turned green and she set the vehicle in motion again.

“Prentiss?” you called, voice much softer now. You did not dare to look at her in that moment.

“Yes?” the brunette said.

“Thank you for not giving up. I don’t want you to”

Even without looking, you knew she was smiling. “I know you don’t”

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“This guy only feels safe once inside the victim’s house” Spencer played with a pen while he spoke, eyes sat on an inexistent point in front of him. The BAU team and you had been together in one of the station room’s for hours now, going through the case and trying to find leads. “He probably has a job that allows him to do so without raising suspicion. Maybe a gardener or a TV technician”

“So he gets invited in to do a job and then he kills the victims. He is organized and confident once inside” Agent Hotchner spoke, as if setting his own thoughts in order. Reid nodded his head in agreement.

“What about a plumber?” you said suddenly, attracting all the attention in the room to you. With your elbows resting on the table where you had been going through the case files, you let the theory develop itself in your mind as you thought more and more about the possibility. “We couldn’t find or identify the murder weapon. It wasn’t something in plain sight. Couldn’t it be a pipe? The head trauma was made with just one single strike. Made with enough force…”

“The pipe could have caused it” Emily completed, smiling at you from the other side of the table. Her eyes were filled with admiration. You felt yourself burn under that stare.

“It would also explain the traces of cleaning products around the house” Agent Hotchner took a few steps around the room, thinking about it. His eyes were squeezed tight and his lips were on a thin line. Everyone could almost hear the sounds of mechanisms working inside his head. “He actually did the job he was called for before doing the killing. He cleaned the mess, then was sat into action”

“Let me call Garcia. I’ll ask her to check if all the victim’s called perhaps the same company for a plumber” Morgan said and then left the room, already taking his phone out of his back pocket.

“Very good job, (Y/L/N)” David Rossi said, his tone filled with approval.

You smiled at the compliment and before you could even think about doing such thing, your eyes averted themselves back to Prentiss. She was still smiling, leaning back on her chair, eyes still on you. In that moment, you felt really proud of yourself and you couldn’t deny that seeing the satisfaction in her face, made everything feel even more right.

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“Prentiss, Morgan and Rossi, you get the back” Agent Hotchner said in that commanding tone of his, as you were all reunited close to the SUV you had used to go to the house Garcia had found out the unsub would be going to work in on that day. You all had changed into vests and held your guns firmly in hand. With luck, he had not killed the owner of the house yet. You hoped he hadn’t. “(Y/L/N), Reid and I get the front”

All of you nodded in agreement and after a few more seconds, the leader of the FBI unit motioned for you all to get into action. You all exchanged a reassuring look, your eyes taking a few more moments in Prentiss and then, you all moved.

Agent Hotchner opened the front door at the same time you heard the back door being kicked open, by probably, Derek. That was his style. You three entered the front of the house, guns pointing up at anything that moved.

“Clear” you said, both rooms you checked quickly, were empty. Reid said the same about his checked rooms.

“I got the victim!” Agent Hotchner called out from another spot and both you and Spencer rushed towards there. You got in there just in time to see the FBI agent undoing the knots that had been used to tie up the woman who owned the house. “Are you okay?” he asked her, and she nodded in agreement, tears streaming down her face.

“Drop your weapon! It’s over!” you heard Rossi scream from the back of the house. They had for sure found the unsub on his way out, trying to escape. “No! Don’t do this!” the sound of two shots. And then absolute silence.

Your felt panic fill you whole being. Just shots. No speaking. From any of the others. Reid and Agent Hotchner looked as worried as you for the silence. Prentiss. She was in the back. Where was her voice? Why wasn’t she speaking? Why?

Your desperation set you in movement and you ran towards the back of the house, as fast as you could and as afraid as you could be. When you got there, you almost stumbled on the body of the unsub, laying on the floor with two shots on his chest. Blood soaked the sole of your shoes. You raised your eyes, and saw that Rossi and Morgan were staring at the unsub, sighting heavily. The gun close to his waist made it pretty clear he had probably reached for it and so, had to be stopped. There was no sign of Prentiss. None.

“Where is she?” you snapped, looking at both men with urgency in your eyes and tone, hands moving fast to secure your weapon against your waist. Suddenly it seemed to weight too much. “Where is Emily?”

“I’m here” she appeared through the open door, frowning deeply by seeing the horrified expression on your face. “What is it…?” before she could even finish her sentence you were upon her, throwing your arms around her neck and squeezing her tightly. “Oh, okay” she mumbled surprised, passing her arms around you and hugging you just as tightly.

“Dammit, Emily. I thought…” you sighted heavily and stopped talking, trying to calm yourself down. Everything was okay. She was okay. When you finally felt good enough to pull back, recomposing yourself, you saw she had a smile on her features. “Why are you smiling?”

“You were worried about me” she said, that flirtatious familiar smile curling her lips up. “And” she took a step closer to you, getting into your personal space. Her eyes went to your lips for a brief second before going back to your eyes. “you called me Emily”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but no sound came out. She was right. You had just been caught in the act. From the inside of the house, a few feet away, you heard Derek chuckling.

Oh, you could kill him in that moment.

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“That was a good ending to this case” Sheriff Carter said, hands on his waist as he watched the BAU team gathered in front of him, in the station. “Thank you for all the support”

“It was our pleasure” Rossi offered him his hand and the Sheriff shook it. Then, the Sheriff walked away after nodding a goodbye to the others. That made Rossi turn his attention to you and offer his hand. “You did amazing work, (Y/N)”

“Thank you, sir” you shook his hand in appreciation and when you retrieved it, you placed both of your hands in the front pockets of your jeans. “Will you be leaving today?” you tried to keep your eyes away from Emily as you spoke, talking to no one in particular.

“No” Agent Hotchner said, which seemed to surprise the others very much. He looked at you, then at Prentiss, and then back at you before answering. “I think we can stay another night” somehow, he knew. He had probably watched the scene when you went to arrest the unsub. You felt your cheeks burning in both embarrassment and excitement.

“So” Emily got closer to you when the others began to leave the station to go back to the hotel they were staying in. There was a sympathetic smile on her lips. “guess I will see you next time you have a serial killer in your hands, huh?” she watched your face, expecting you to say something. You wanted to say something. But should you? Were you ready, after what you had gone through? Seeing your hesitation, her smile faded a bit but she did her best to hide it. “Take care”

“Emily!” you called when she was already at the door of the station, making her turn around to look at you. Seeing your sad expression, the way you seemed to be worrying about having hurt her, she just reassured you with another beautiful smile.

“Don’t worry, love” she checked you out one last time. None of you knew how much time it would be before you were able to come face to face again. “I’m not done chasin’ you just yet”

[atlantis-scribe]

tagged by @alienfuckeronmain (thank you!)

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Name: Kit! also Arya_Silvertongue on ao3 and @the-arya-silvertongue on main (yes, that’s what I use for liking & replying. no, that’s not a random creepy person. that’s me!  ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ )

Fandoms: goodness. I don’t think we have enough time to unpack all of that. but long story short: my first fandoms were Harry Potter & iCarly. I was on FFnet when ‘lemons’ & character conversations with the author were a thing on the A/N section haha (+ I’ve been on Tumblr for over a decade)

Two-shot: I don’t think I have any. My mind works in an all-or-nothing capacity; it’s either one-shot or ridiculous multi-chapters. (the closest is a three-shot, which is this Leverage/Stargate fusion I’m currently working on as a break from my other multi-chap giants)

Most popular multi-chapter: hmm. the one with the highest kudos count on ao3 is an Arya Stark-centric ficlet collection (yes, I’m a huge ASoIaF fan. no, I don’t like the TV show). but the one that really felt like it blew up (at least in terms of reader feedback) is this Shadowhunters fic I wrote back when I had my brief-yet-intense Malec hyperfixation. it’s On Hiatus because I lost my grip of the source material, but I’m still hoping to return to it someday. people still message me about it, and I really want to do right by them.

Actual worst part of writing: losing momentum. I am really not a prolific writer, and it’ so hard because my plot bunnies are like dust. they come out of nowhere & only accumulate when left unattended. sometimes, all I wanna do is shake myself so the stories come out without me having to go through the bloody & taxing process of actually making the words go.

How you choose your titles: funny thing, really. I’m almost always unable to start drafting without a working title & summary. I hate that I am that way, but that’s how it’s always been for as long as I can remember. now, choosing my title is a tricky process in and of itself. I need it to be as perfect as I can make it. it has to be SYMBOLIC and filled with FORESHADOWING (spoiler: I fail at this objective about 73% of the time), so I usually just end up parking myself in a corner & staring at nothing. sometimes, I have my phone with me to google synonyms and etymology of words.

Do you outline: yes! I’m a compulsive outliner. my outlines have outlines.

Ideas you probably won’t get to but wouldn’t it be nice: I have a lot, I’m afraid. far too many. (the Stargate ones will be featured in this blog every now and then, anyway, so you’ll get them when I share them heh).

one thing I’ve all but given up on is this Bleach AU that I’ve plotted for H50/McDanno. I started the first installment for what was supposed to be a series, but I doubt I’ll return to it anytime soon.

Callouts @ yourself: stop. entertaining. new. fic. ideas. (and no, not every OC / side character has to have a detailed backstory. it most likely won’t come up in the story, anyway)

Best writing traits: I’m apparently good at making people cry? I really just love angst. I had a reader once who told me that they had to lock themselves in the bathroom to hyperventilate after one particular narrative revelation. I actually got sincerely worried.

Spicy tangential opinion: writing in first-person POV should be for skilled writers. I know that it can be a great tool when used properly, but every time I open a fic and see ‘I’, “my”, “me”, or “mine”, I backtrack so fast I break the sound barrier.

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tagging the handful of people I’ve come across both here & on ao3: @logicgunn @dedkake @frankthesnek @chaos-monkeyy @mific @goddess47 @brumeier @spacecadetdhdly (I hope I’m tagging the right people! the tumblr tagging system is crazy & I only have my poor memory of ao3 authors in the mcshep tag to work with. no pressure tho!)

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @determamfidd Thanks!!!

How many works do you have on AO3? 

haaaaaaaaaaaaa 85

What's your total AO3 word count? 

233,436 (I mostly write shorts and one-shots sooooo)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 

Gravity Falls and The Hobbit are up there in the 20s, but I also write for Star Trek occasionally. I dabbled in FFXV a few years ago and that was fun. Got a long fic there I gotta finish someday.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Shift in Perspective, Outside Observation, An Ever-fixed Mark, Begin Anew, Heavens Look Down

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try. Sometimes just with a quick “thanks.” but if people ask questions I try to answer. Most of the time. Sometimes I get overwhelmed and just. Don’t.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

For which fandom >.> For Gravity Falls it is The Guttering Candlelight of a Tired Soul and for Tolkien it is Someone to Stand Beside You. Fair warning, both of these contain Major Character Death

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

Sometimes. The craziest one would probably be Clawthorne, Pines, and Associate: Running From the Law just because it’s silly. XD

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

*cracks knuckles* so. Imagine you’re 13. You just poured your heart and soul into your first fic that you were truly proud of. You post it on Ye Olde FFnet. Within hours you get your first comment and it says “Goodness, terrible.”

and then the rest of the flames start pouring in, calling a character you didn’t even create, that was from a video game, a mary sue. Saying you need to clearly reread tolkien’s works because you don’t know what you’re talking about. To “do more research”. There are nine reviews on that work and I remember the hateful words clearly. I stopped writing for almost 8 years.

So yes. I have received hate. It was Really Bad. 

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Abso-fucking-lutely. I write a lot of self-insert for Gravity Falls, but I also like writing everything else >.>

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, though that would be pretty cool

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah! A Glass Divide was a collab!

What's your all time favorite ship?

I’m a chronic multishipper buuuut my first favorite ship was Faramir and Eowyn, to the point that it influenced my own wedding. Blue and silver stars my beloved

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I hate to say this about any of my WIPs but I have a bunch of half finished Star Trek and Gravity Falls stuff laying around that has a beginning and an end and no middle and I hate it.

What are your writing strengths?

Smut. I wish I was kidding but I can crank out 5k of smut no problem. As me to write 5k of anything else and I suffer. It’s the internal dialogue and the sensory descriptions for me.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to skip big emotional bits to get to the next plot point and then have to go add it back in. Also having to fight the voice of my high school lit teacher telling me to “dollarize” words and never start sentences with the same word twice and avoid cliches. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

As long as I can translate it properly, little snippets is fine, but any substantial dialogue should be in the primary fic language just for ease of access.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Johnny Tremaine. I dictated it to my mom and she typed it out on her electric typewriter. I was like... 8.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Gosh, that’s hard. I have a lot of favorites but I think I am most proud of how do i feel at the end of the day and Fortnight to Yuletide because they’re the longest things I have ever finished. That said, Packing Heat  makes me laugh uncontrollably for all that I am the one that wrote it XD.

I’m gonna taaaaag @fallen-gravity and @funkingrunkles and @hunklejunk and @avi17 

yall have fun. 

[popculturebuffet]

The Loud House Reviews: The Cow-Pie Kid and Saved by the Spell

Welcome back Loudiacs.. I .. don’t know what the fandom calls themselves. And given I dont’ know anyone personally in the fandom and the going into the tag is like living in a living nightmare.. it’s easier to keep workshopping a name till either someone tells me or I find one that sounds right. Loudites.. there we go that didn’t take long. Point is we’re back in The Loud House, In The Loud House for the first regular coverage, i.e. when I cover a show as It comes out of the season. And I was lucky enough to actually see the episode same day this time and with a promo that at least gives me images to work with, so yeah, i’m pretty pumped. And not just because I can cross this one off because SOMEBODY has a birthday tommorow.. no not me, that was last month. 

There ya go. But yeah the show’s back. I’m excited, your excited, i’m scared because nick dosen’t give a clear schedule out ahead of time so i’m left wondering when one’s going to pop up and when to get it on my schedule now I have one... it’s a good time. Seriously though Nick needs to get their scheduling in order. So i’m happy to be back, your happy to have me here, but probably not happy to have spoilers so let’s take this under the cut and we can talk about cow pies, magic, and ... how this block is weirdly almost all lincoln episodes. 

The Cow-Pie Kid:  Yeah.. this was the only bit from cow pie kid I could find. Tons of stuff to mine from for saved by the spell. Nothing for that one. Weird.  Anyways our story opens with Lynn’s baseball team, who we’ve met before.. and include friends who have played other sports with her and that guy she had a crush on for all of five minutes because the writers kinda forgot L is for Love happened for anyone but Luna and Luann. 

Okay look MOST of the love intrests introduced there were not great and while Lincoln needs one NOW, at the time he really did not as the Ronnie Anne thing had not, and still has not, been properly resolved. Still vastly prefer him with Stella and her with Sid, i’m just saying closure would be nice.  Look i’m getting off topic point is one besides Sam, who was great out of the gate and not just for being gay.. though that was a lot of it, and Benny, whose objectively a really sweet kid and damn likeable. Luaggie shippers feel free to boo me, I understand.. dosen’t change my mind or the fact Poly exists to fix that. I mean why not both I ask you.  Besides them, we had Chazz, a loveable chubby guy who Leni was into and worked at clothing store and knew his fashion stuff. and was charmed by her romantic gesture. He just seemd sweet and it was implied via background stuff they were still dating.. but he hasnt’ shown up since despite her working AT the mall and that being her main arc for the last two seasons. 

Just why? What’s wrong with the chubby fashion boy? Why? Did they decide they had too many romance arcs.. at exactly two? I get focusing on sam, because duh, and because that was awesome.. but you’ve had 2 full seasons since then and again Leni and him now work in the same location if not the same store, which in itself is a plot. I don’t ask much from you show.. well okay I do but let me clarify I don’t ask much from you that you could actually do: I know i’m never getting my a diffrent world style spinoff with lori and bobby. I know Zach is going nowhere and i’m just going to have to get over it, I will not, but I DO know you could include chaz and just won’t. So do that at least. I will put up with several more seasons of Zach if it means this adorable love story continues. It’s even easy enough to pick up this late: they are both stupid. Work with that. Gah... coach if you’d please. 

Thanks coach. Okay so one tangent later we’re back to the episode. Point is her team is loosing even though Lynn’s the captain now, and while she’s perfectly encouraging it’s not winning games. Lynn is understandably dejected in the car not helped by the sports commentor guys from the game... commenting about it on the radio...

I mean.. I get sports can have dry spots and all that but who covers a middle school basketball team on the radio that isn’t the middle school radio station. I mean I genuinely can’t decide which is more sad... a radio personality doing a children’s baseball game on his own show, or having so much trouble getting one that he’s apperaing on the middle school radio show. And I COULD say it’s just a guest spot but he’s talking like he knows what’s going on intmatiley> Did his daughter ask him to? I mean I know radio’s fallen pretty far but I dind’t think it was that much in the basement. Do a podcast at least man. 

Okay before I go on another Tangent point is Lynn feels it’s her fault as Captain.. which granted whoever the coach is should be .. but it genuinely looks like they don’t HAVE a coach. Maybe they had to sack him to pay for the newly refrubished av department? I dunno. Point is she feels bad and Lynn Sr vows to cheer her up.. before stopping for farm fresh eggs. Which.. yeah can’t blame him. He’s a cook, and Liam’s family likely has good prices. He can buy for both home and restraunt at once. I mean he has a van and only one occupant at the moment. Don’t judge him.  But this little detour DOES help Lynn’s mood. Her problem is the team lacks a decent pitcher, since Lynn herself was banned for throwing one at a heckling goat. The Lawsuit is ongoing and that made me laugh a lot. But Lynn finds Happy Gilmore style that Liam.. has a really great arm. Granted instead of actuall balls it’s with cowpies because this series really loves a shit joke, hence the title and the new nickname for liam, the cow pie kid.. but compared to some of the series toilet humor it’s a lot less in your face. But with Liam being so good Lynn can’t help but sign him to the team and Liam being a sweetie pie is happy to agree.  I have.. not hid even for a second how much I liked Liam or wanted him, and Stella, to show up outside of Lincoln episodes more often, or even get his own again. That day.. has come. Not only does LIam now have a roll entirely outside his friend group, but this episode’s about him and Lynn together.. not in that way.. yet. Someday.. Point is my boy is in the spotlight and I could not be happier.   And thankfully.. Lynn’s at her best. What I feared would be an episode about her overtraining him and making him not enjoy the game, htat old chesnut instead.. she just genuinely helps mentor him. She’s tough but fair as she helps him get his aim right as he’s used to firing Cow Pie’s, so the weight distrbution is off. So she helps train him and .. it’s really cute honestly, with her genuinely helping him and showing a softer side and later realizing she had him thinking about it too hard and just having him not think.. and going by instinct naturally works for a carefree and easygoing guy like liam. Wouldn’t be suprised if he went ultra instinct eventually.. but that’s for another episode. They also have a pig pile together.. which sounds bad but is just pigs piling on liam and lynn gladly gets on top of the pigs and god that sounds worse. next scnee. 

So Liam gets ahead and becomes the star pitcher for the zanarkand abes.. I mean the Royal Woods Kangaroos, and they just keep wining and wining and wining. Their like glomgold: all they do is win... but probably with less attempted corpse dancing. Problem is as we see during the montage Liam’s arm is slowly but surley getting cramped and while he wins hte next game.. his arm gives out from noodle arm. The good news is with rest, he can fix it, as her injury prone friend Paula, whose somehow allowed to play with crutches despite ALL the legal and moral issues that raises explains. but they don’t have days to rest it. So insane plans it is!  So Lynn goes to her sisters for herlp..specifically lisa int he hopes her mad science can either fix his pain or turn him into the hulk. Neither happens.. yet. I mean LIam is so sweet if he IS a hulk, we won’t know yet. But the green door will.. it always knows. IT ALWAYS KNOWS.  Lynn bemonas her luck.. before Lucy appears!

I JUST said last month when reviewing 11 louds a leapin that I missed the duo of her and lynn and lo and behold here we are. While we dno’t get much of the two fo them, it is still nice to see Lynn suprised by her scares and Lucy trying to use the dark arts to heal his pain.. which actually works. Lucy’s upgraded from wants to be a witch to full witch. 

So yeah her dark magic works and now Liam is fine just fine as the championship game approaches. Until naturally it isn’t. While Lucy STOPPED the pain, she didn’t make anything better, just numbed it so Liam’s arm’s pretty bad and Lisa suggests there’s a 70 perfecnt chance he’ll wreck it if he does so.. and while Lynn is naturlaly, given one of her main traits is asshole, ready to risk that.. she realizes she can’t. Rusty is on her team following her orders.. and no matter how good a W feels.. she can’t trade in someone’s health for one. Honestly bettter than most sports managers ngl. So Paula subs in and misses, loosing them the game.. but Lynn. takes it in stride, having realized she can win next year and having finally realized what being the leader REALLY means. She can work on paula’s curve, give Liam a break, and win next time... which she’ll have because time dosen’t work normally in this show’s dimension and a solid timeline is just a pipedream, so she probably has another year of being 14 to redo this and has become aware of it. I’m scared and excited for what that means.  Liam celebrates with a pig pile of two and we get a REALLY fucking cute shot of the two being happy and what not before a pig jumps on them still though.. yeah I ship it now. Liam taps into the space where I thought a black void of misery and douchebaggery was but ti turns out is in fact a heart, something few can do with Lynn and Lynn can protect him form bullies and is perfectly suited for his rough hewn farmboy styles. Point is their cut.e And so was this episode. IT was a really nice return to the series and it was again REALLY fucking great to see one of Lincoln’s firend,s and one of the GOOD ones at that, get a starring roll without him. HOpefully this keeps up and hopefully we see more of these two. 

Saved by the Spell:

RUSTY SPOKES IS TRASH (Ring) I don’t have a saved by the spell font that’ll have to do. Point is he is but before we get to Rusty being Rusty, Lincoln is doing magic tricks at the table. 

Point is he’s excited to do it at the talent show. The next day his friends discuss doing something to make them look cool to everyone. WHich.. kids. i’ll level with you. You. are. NERDS. As a massive one in both size and nerdiness myself, there’s nothing wrong with that. 2/3 of you are lovely people. You’ll be fine. But you are geeks, and should be proud of that.. not so proud you evolve into an incel or it’s adjacent form of assholes mind you, but still proud of who you are. You are never going to be that cool by trying to appeal to everyone. Just be yourslef and the cool comes naturaly. Like kool aid, which is naturally made by milking the Kool Aid man. Be you. 

But instead they decide to do a dance routine which..  let’s face it.. is probably just this spread across 6 people...

Point is maybe don’t do that. Also when Clyde does a dorky but endearing dance and says their going to shake their groove things, Rusty pipes in with “But cool”... and while sadly not as glorious as EVERYONE looking enitrely done with him like last time we saw this tool, Clyde clearly still does while the rest of hte Lincrew have no idea what the hell he’s on. I think their just.. numb to his stupidity and ego at this point.  But when Lincoln shows off his magic they all hide him, fearing that magic.. is well for younger kids and this won’t play so well. Which isn’t an invalid fear: this is middle school and from personal experince, middle school can be hell.. and also one of hte best years of my life which shows the vast gulf between the two schools I was in but was also not the point. the point is kids can be cruel and maybe don’t do this. But lincoln gonna do it anyway because he has confidence.. and frankly given there was an ENTIRE episode about being yourself instead of putting on an asshole suit of armor to avoid being hurt, which Lynn finally took off again last episode, he’s right.. but the rest of them all feel THEIR ALL GOING TO LAUGH AT YOU. and since they don’t know if he has latent psychic powers or not can’t risk him getting pigs blood dumped on him so they plan to find some way to trick him out of it.. Clyde of course gets his stomach in nots because he’s not good with schemes or lying ot his best friend, both of which this is and requires. 

Also Stella’s in the lead, as she should be. And she helps as her positive attudie makes what their doing come off as it should: KINDA douchey, but not intentionally so, they just worry about hteir freind getting pummled.. possibly by his own sister but now sh’es possibly with Liam that’s probably not as much of a worry. Or Chandler but frankly he’s going to do that no matter what.. and is probably getting his ass kicked himself by older kids who won’t toldeate his bs, so your clear. But their fears while a bit unfounded are understandable and well inteitoned if misguided, as we don’t know LIncoln’s act at this point or how well it’d go over with a mostly tweenager crowd, who can be the best as we’ve seen in recent tv.. or aboslutel monsters.. same deal. You either get Luz or you get BOscha, the inbetween is rare. 

So cue our usual setup of a bunch of attempts to do something in a row, but like I said while i’m not a fan of reptition if it’s done well enough it works and with it’s rather sizeable supporting cast , LIncoln and Friends episodes usdually do make it work. In this case it does as each of the sensational 6, lincoln and clyde asid,e try their hand at it. Liam, being the golden child, just has the most direct and obvious route: swipe his magic stuff.. and runs off without letting them talk it out but unlike Rusty in the next attempt, his plan was actually viable.. he just gets tangled up in the scarves and taps out.  Rusty is next ....and his idea is to.. show lincoln his killer dance moves to convince him normally. 

Yup pretty much that. And somehow out of the four plans, RUSTY’S is the only one that dosen’t bring up any serious moral quandries. I know i’m shocked too. He just thinks his moves will do it when no they won’t, please stop it hurts to watch and I can’t turn the fuck away. This is my job you redheaded kanker sore! Gah it thankfully ends and is unsurisingly unsuccesful. 

Also unsuprisingly, i’ve been waiting since i got that image to use it on Rusty. And as a third dollop of unsuprise I did not have to force it in any way shape or form. Point is it’s Zach’s turn as during the last two he’s been pushing really hard to use some form of brainwashing on his friend.. yes .. really. 

Thought Rusty would be the first loud house character to get that one but hey if the shoe fits. Seriously I thought rusty was the creep among them but at least you know.. altering someone’s throughts to suit your own isn’t his go to move. Being excetsivly cocky and coming on too strong is but still better to take THAT out of the Zach Morris playbook than “brainwash people into dooing whatever you say because tha’ts not creeptagious.” And unsurpsingly it does not work.. on Lincoln it woroks on Meyrl for some reason. Thankfully it dosen’t though just.. Zach needs no power epsiecally over the mind. 

So UNSUPRSINGLY, Stella has the working plnan.. and also unsuprisingly the last three just did theres by running off, running off and shouting the loudest. Again somehow Rusty is NO LONGER the most obnoxious one of the group. Zach won that title this episode. He’s still the most pathetic.. but i’m the most done with Zach who adds nothing to the dynamic or the planet or anything and I wish would just go away. Your home planet needs you. 

But yeah Stella has the winning idea: pretending to be “Yodel Boy”, a student who was humilated at a talent show last year, proving sh’es not only a decent actress (I mean it’s obvious i’ts stella in a wig, padding and lederhosen, but points for the accent being okay and hey she’s in middle school), but also the smartest of them. Only one of those is a suprise. It works and Lincoln agrees. 

So the night of the talent show they’ve caught him up to speed and prepare to celebrate, only for clyd eto open the wrong locker and reveal the yodel boy suit. WHy it was in there instead of at Stella’s house where this wouldn’t happen?

But yeah the cat’s out of the bag and lincoln leaves, depressed his friends think that little of him and lied to him. Which.. yeah completely fair. They tried talking to him, it did not work.. they shoudl’ve just left it at that. It would’ve SUCKED if he got bullied true, but it was his choice to go out there and take a risk and do what he loves. As someone whose constnatly self concious and had to fight to start writing like i’m doing now, I envy that kind of youthful confidence and thus wholly support him. 

And finally.. so do his friends. Realizing they’ve been kinda crappy, they introduce lincoln instead and work as his assitants.. and.. it works. Stella gets sawn in half, Zach gets astounded by a card trick, and Liam wears a bunny outfit which is just.. precious. Good boy. Best boy. It’s a huge hit.. and we also get to seesome of the new background kids including one with pink hair who looks kinda nb. I’m just saying one of you should take a crack at them, they seem nice. But for now our heroes are haield as heroes, and the other 5 apologize to lincon and they do their now cemented and fucking adorable group hug. Happy ending to a pretty great episode, with decent gags, a good relatable plot, and Rusty being just the right amoutn of obnoxious. Good stuff.  So that does it for this week. If you liked this review like or reblog it, check out my other work and come back later today for some duck content. and every week once the show returns. Until the next rainbow, it’s been a pleasure. 

[moonrabbitisgay]

I was tagged in this tag game, but that post’s getting quite long so I decided to make my own lol

Name: Avery! Or Woozy, but everyone calls me Avery, not least because I don’t usually tell people that I also go by Woozy. Yes, that’s a weird name. Don’t ask, I don’t know

Gender: Good fuckin question! I typically label myself as nonbinary, but I don’t really have the language to describe my relationship with gender any more accurately than that

Star sign: Libra, I think? I’m not really into that stuff lol

Height: Five foot seven, which I think is a pretty good height, all things considered

Sexuality: Gay and useless. Having a complicated relationship with gender necessitates also having a complicated relationship with sexuality, but given that all of my formative babyqueer experiences happened while I still identified as a cis man, I still stick with the label I used to use even though it’s not technically accurate anymore

Favorite animal: Cats! My family had a cat literally my entire life, as in she was older than me. She passed away a couple years ago at 21, and we haven’t gotten another because my parents are both allergic (something they both discovered after getting her), but I hope to get my own someday, once I have my own place and am responsible enough to care for them properly

Cats or dogs: Uh, take a guess

Hours of sleep: It varies pretty wildly. I try to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night, but usually either end up getting less than 7. Occasionally I get like 9 or 10 instead, but I don’t think that’s a common enough occurrence to make up for it. I do not make good decisions 

Blankets: Weighted blankets are the best and I am going to find whoever invented them and give them a big thank you hug (not actually that’d be weird and also IDK how long ago weighted blankets were invented but there’s probably a decent chance that person is dead now who knows)

Dream job: I want to be a professional musician! I’ve never had the experience of being in a band, so I don’t know if I’d want to do that or go solo. I also don’t know if I could survive touring, but I’d certainly want to try! Although either way, my ideal would be to make enough money from album sales and Patreon to not have to work a day job or rely on gigs. I know that’s incredibly unrealistic, though :(

When/why I’m here: This blog specifically is actually very new! At time of writing (August 16, 2020), it’s just under a month old. I joined the Breath of the Wild fandom after getting the game for Christmas last year and slowly falling in love with it. I’d known about Sidlink since before even playing the game because it was so popular, but I didn’t get interested enough to graduate from lurking until I played the Champion’s Ballad DLC, fell in love with Revali, and very soon after discovered the Revalink corner of the fandom. So here I am!

Reason for URL: Bird man...sexy

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Thank you @unapologetically-asexual for the tag! I’m awkward and don’t like tagging people and also most of the people I would feel comfortable tagging have already been tagged, so...yeah. Anybody who sees this should feel free to join in, though!

[haevatein]

🔥 ‘ﾟ･ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: The opinions and views of Loke do not reflect my own. My muse morals and behaviours does not mean I, the writer, approve of them. Loke’s nature is both dark and light depending on the situation, but generally he is an asshole. If you’re uncomfortable with heavy themes and immoral actions, then this blog may not be for you.

   NOTE: This is fiction, not reality. I as a writer will not stay away from exploring certain themes just because you might be unable to handle the content this blog may dewelve into.  I do not tolerate artistic/creative censorship.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  This is an myth only of Loke Laufeyjarson from Norse Myhtology. I’ve written Loke since around 2012, and I am inspired by the myths, but as well as my own interpetation and headcanons. I do not have any MCU influences, and I usually avoid MCU interactions due to the great differences between actual Norse Mythology and Marvel. I can interact with MCU characters if we can plot it out properly without changing the core of who and what Loke is as a God. Which if difficult.

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I will unfollow if no sign of desire to interact ic and ooc with me has been shown from your part despite me giving attempts to reach out. I will also unfollow and softblock you if you post politically charged posts, too much social justice related posts, or too much ooc where the amount of ic posts compared to ooc is very low. If you unfollow me, I ask of you to PLEASE softblock me (block then unblock) so I can avoid the awkwardness of me still sending you things without knowing you no-longer want to interact. Thanks.

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𝐑𝐏 𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄:   No godmodding; you control your character and I control mine. Minor things are fine, if its minor actions that fit my muse and will move the plot along. If you don’t know my muse well, ask me if they would do the thing. MUTUALS are welcome to like my starter calls and to reblog any opens I write. THOSE WHO ARE NOT IN MUTUAL FOLLOWING WITH ME please DO NOT like or reblog starter calls/opens. I also want ask threads to be carried over to normal threads, as I find the reblogged ask thread system to be shit and aesthetically unpleasant to look at.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: I write mostly with small text, and use icons, gificons that are at 60x60 in size. I have no trouble writing without icons, though! You do not need to match my style of writing! I’ll do my best to match your writing lenght, but I tend to mostly write between one-liners to a few paragraphs. Of course, you do not need to match the lenght,  I just ask I do not recieve a one-line/uninspired reply to a reply of mine if I’ve written two paragraphs, etc.

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃: I am either faster than lightning on speed at replying, or slower than a crippled snail stuck in glue. A kind nudge on my shoulder regarding my reply/or if i’ve seen yours is fine! But please don’t hound me about it. That will make me reply even slower, if at all.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆: I am not very open to ships on here, but it might occur! I don’t ship Loke with just anyone, he does not seek romance. However should he ever sail ships with other muses- then those ships are separate and he’s not cheating unless I’ve stated otherwise. I do not write polyamorous-shipping, like with multiple-writers being involved in the same thread, it has only given me bad experiences. I am okay with poly-shipping if the muses belong not to many writers but only me and the one other writing-partner.

   NSFW: I can write smut, but only with those I'm comfortable with. I don't write smut with underage muns & muses.

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: I’m open for mains and exclusives. I prefer being close to my rp partners and have ooc communication. Exclusivity is reserved to those I am very close to ooc and have known long enough.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:  I read other writer’s rules pages before I interact, but I  tend not to send in passwords, though. It depends on my anxious feeling , you get me?

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒:  Same as for political posts and/or sjw related content. I don’t want it on my blog and will probably unfollow if I see it too much of that sort of drama on my dash. I don’t engage in callout drama for petty reasons such as a falling out or you just don’t like someone. Witch hunts are gross, keep it away.

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒:  RP icons/PSD by me, dash-icon by me, theme background & art by me.

[tottwritesfanfic]

Fanfic Authors Tag Game

Thankee for tagging @moramewhq​

AO3 name(s): Tottwriter, [REDACTED] Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Digimon (a little lapsed, but I still tinker with my WIPs!), sliiiightly BNHA, and I have a TUA wip which I will someday resume. I try not to venture into new fandoms but, you know...I fail. Number of fics: I have 56 posted works, but also, uh... a few which I haven’t gotten to posting yet.

1. Fic I spent the most time on:

Um. Oh jeez. I mean, I guess nothing has overtaken Hope’s Fire just yet, because that’s the monster. Hopefully nothing else will? XD

2. Fic I spent the least time on:

Well this is genuinely a toss-up, because I have a few which I wrote for 20 minute prompt game fills, and then hardly even bothered to edit before they were thrown up on Ao3 without a backward glance.

Annoyingly, some of them are among my most popular works.

3. Longest fic:

Hope’s Fire! As I said, it’s the monster, currently clocking in at ~144k. My longest completed fic is The Ocean’s Curse though, which is 62.4k!

4. Shortest fic:

Okay so my shortest fic is actually a bit of weird experimental stuff I wrote for Starbound, which you will note I did not list in the fandoms above, lol. It’s old and weird and 351 words long... I don’t think anyone wants to read it. You don’t want to read it.

5. Most hits:

Hope’s Fire! It’s not really surprising tbh, given how long ago I started it and how many chapters it has. 

6. Most kudos:

Hope’s Fire wins this one too! I bet you’re all really shocked to learn this.

7. Most comment threads:

...imma give you lot one guess. 

8. Favorite fic I wrote:

fuck. Er. I dunno? I mean I write because I like writing them, you know? But honestly if I have to narrow it down... Parallel for the ‘serious’ fics, and either Press Play or (Not) Moving On for my more lighthearted stuff. It’s hard to pick when I swing between such tone extremes!

9. Fic you want to re-write:

I mean this is probably gonna sound really dumb but...kinda also Hope’s Fire??

Hear me out tho, because it’s complicated (and also I sorta already am). This fic started in 2015. I love it wholeheartedly, and I keep coming back to tinker and I wish life would stop throwing so much shit in my way and let me devote a bit more time to fic-writing so I continue it properly. 

But the periodic and spaced-out returns have meant that every time I knuckle down I end up re-reading the whole fic for continuity and tone reasons. You can probably see where this is going. Each time I read my old opening I cringe. It’s just not up to the standards of my writing today and it bugs me.

If I’m being brutally honest, part of the reason I haven’t updated it in so long is that I keep getting distracted going back and tweaking/fixing old chapters rather than focusing on new ones. It’s a bad habit but one I just can’t seem to kick.

10. Share bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

You know, I’m actually gonna give two. I’ll drop them below a cut because this got long, but I know I have both Digimon and HQ peeps here and it’s sucky to be in the fandom that doesn’t get the love. I can’t promise when I’ll manage to get either of these posted (I’m trying to avoid adding more works to my Ao3 until they’re actually, you know, finished) but...they exist!

First up, we have Fun and Games at the Adventure Cafe

Yes, this is exactly what you think it is:

The notice on the door said “HELP WANTED” in large, sensible font.

The addendum “Enquire Within” sat below it, equally formal.

Scribbled underneath in scruffy handwriting was just one more addition:

     ‘as in we’re hiring. dw we know what we’re doing.’

   The notice on the door the following morning was back to plain old:

     HELP WANTED      Enquire Within

…It lasted half a day or so, at least.

As Sora remarked later, it was a wonder they got any applicants at all. Then again, as Taichi remarked, it wasn’t as though a lot of places were taking on extra staff—which was something of an oddity as the summer approached.

“It’s that swanky place round the corner,” he said with disgust, peering out of the window. “Bastards are driving everyone out of business.”

“But not you guys, right!” piped up their current interviewee. “You’re doing great! Honestly, as soon as I saw the sign I knew I had to apply. I’ve always wanted to start my own ramen business, and I figure I ought to start out with a popular place like this and get some real experience in the industry, you know?”

“Er, yes. Right,” Sora remarked, looking over his application. “Well, Daisuke, I will have to warn you that as a new hire you’d be working front-of-house rather in the kitchen, but if you’re okay with that—”

“Eh, just tell him he’s hired already,” Taichi replied, turning back to face them with a grin. “Yamato could definitely use a hand in the kitchen sometimes, so taking on a future all-rounder makes total sense.”

From the look Sora shot him, it perhaps didn’t, but Daisuke was already practically leaping to his feet with a grin, exclaiming that they could totally rely on him, and he absolutely would not let them down and could start the next day if they needed him to.

Next up, for my HQ peeps, here’s a little snippet from Connection Problems, my longtime langushing halfway chatfic. I’m not sharing the chatfic stuff because formatting tumblr is hell, though. 

Kenma always suspected that being a third year would turn out to be a pain, but he’d rather hoped his fears wouldn’t be realised within the first few weeks of the school year. Really, it’s bad enough that Kuro, Yaku and Kai have left, and that everyone else nominated him for the role of Captain (he’d talked them down to being Vice Captain instead, but that, apparently, was as low as they were prepared to go). He does not need Taketora constantly pestering him about—of all things—a chat group as well.

“Come on, I thought you and Kuroo were like, joined at the hip or something! Don’t try and act like you don’t miss him now he’s at university.”

He shrugs. “I have a phone. We’re keeping in touch.” Because, really. That’s all that matters, isn’t it? Why does everyone have to complicate things so much?

“Yeah, but, it’s not the same, right? Besides, what the hell! You spend all that time on your phone as it is. And even Fukunaga joined, right?”

Kenma glances over at Shouhei, who nods, grinning sheepishly. Drat.

“Still, I don’t have that chat app you all use,” he says. “It’s too much trouble setting it up, when I can message Kuro just fine.”

That should have been the end of it. Any rational person would have seen that it was no good, and left him in peace. Kuro would have, certainly. Not pushing—never pushing, actually. Just nudging him along a little, and even then, only when it comes to volleyball. He’s learnt all of Kenma’s limits over the years.

But the thing is, Kuro isn’t there any more. It’s just himself, Taketora and Shouhei, and okay, Shouhei never pushes—he hardly ever says anything, for that matter. But Taketora is clearly some sort of demon and he, Kenma, is being punished. Maybe he really pissed someone off in a previous life. Maybe this is a penance so he can piss someone off in his next life with a free pass. Either way, the badgering doesn’t let up.

Kenma holds out until the 27th of May. Seven weeks of hassling is more than enough for anyone.

Aaaand for tagging how about: @ahiddenpath, @humandisasterbuckybarnes, @mooifyourecows

[realityhelixcreates]

Lasabrjotr Chapter 47: Sixth Mask

Chapters: 47/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: None Relationships: Loki x Reader (Someday) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), A Lot Of Things Happen All At Once, You Might Have Been A Little Hasty,  Summary:  You gather up the courage to confess to Loki.

Through a sleepy haze, you realized that someone had entered the room with you. It wasn't Loki, but an unfamiliar woman-probably a healer's apprentice-who approached you and stroked your face.

“Just one more to go.” She murmured. “It's you, hmm? How unusual. I wouldn't have expected that of Asgardian aristocracy. Oh well. He's brought this on himself.”

She left then, without doing anything else, leaving you wondering, in your drowsiness, if she had just been a dream.

                                                                      *****

“Look, you can say that the royal family has a tradition of charity as much as you like, but we don't have a huge reserve of resources anymore.” Brunnhilde argued. “You can't just snap your fingers and get what you want. Where are we getting the money? Where are we getting the builders? Ours are all tied up in constructing the city! We don't have the bodies, we just don't have them!”

“I'll contract other humans to do it!” Loki suggested. They'd been at it for a few minutes now, working out kinks and blocks to his plan. “Humans built these things in the first place; they should know how it works.”

“They don't build them anymore! They build...I don't know, tasteful three-bedroom apartments, and things like that!”

“No, they do.” Thor interjected. “I've seen this 'reconstruction' Loki speaks of. I once visited Sweden on an Avengers world tour-press conference event.”

Loki snorted.

“Yes, I know, but it's not much different than a royal procession, is it? We needed the positive PR at the time. And they greeted me specifically with a longhouse they had built according to archaeological finds. They thought it represented Asgardian living quarters.”

Brunnhilde laughed. “Did you tell them?”

“Of course not!” Thor said. “They put so much work into it, and they were trying to honor me. It was a heartfelt gift. So I stayed there, and I 'consecrated' it for them. It's a museum now. But my point is; there are enough people who know how to build these things that they were able to do that, and it's not the only one they've made in modern times, so we should actually be able to hire contractors who know what they are doing.”

“Okay, but again, where are we getting the funds?” Brunnhilde continued. “This is a lovely plan, sure, but it's pure fantasy unless we get the cash!”

“I'll...just...figure something out.” Loki grumbled. “There's got to be some way a god can make money on this planet.”

“You could strip.” Brunnhilde suggested.

“I shan't!” Loki refused. “There must be something else, something less base. Besides, no one wants to see my flesh. Why don't you strip?”

Brunnhilde shrugged. “I could, but I'd be keeping the money.”

“How about you ask _____? She might have some ideas.” Thor suggested. “Honestly Loki, if you want to know anything about Earth, it's probably best to ask the locals.”

“Yes, yes.” He griped. “Fewer surprises, more involvement, I get it. When she wakes up, I'll present her with my idea, and see if she has any suggestions.”

“Do you have any meetings today?” Thor asked.

“Just a few. I'll get them done early, and we can discuss things over dinner. I wonder if she likes candles? I'll set a few out and see.”

Thor fondly watched his brother rush to his duties, still bursting with ideas. It had been a long time since he had seen Loki look so hopeful. This time would be better than the others, he was sure.

                                                                           *****

You woke fully, what seemed like hours later, all fuzziness and drowsiness banished. You felt great, in fact. When you swung your legs over the bed and hopped to your feet, there was no residual dizziness, and when you rubbed the side of your head, there was almost no pain.

The healing machines certainly did a good job! Maybe they were adapting to your alien physiology? Either way, you were grateful for it.

When you checked your tiny hand mirror-one of the trinkets that dangled from your domed brooches, it didn't seem like your face had gone back to normal yet, but maybe it would take more time. Or maybe, since the bones had already healed, they couldn't be convinced to 'heal' any further.

Either way, you should probably go let Loki know that you wouldn't need that wheelchair any more. In fact, you were going to just leave it here, so someone else could use it, if they needed it.

Everyone in the healing wing was busy with the mystery illness, so it was easy for you to slip out unnoticed. No one else had died from it yet, but no one had gotten any better either. You didn't need to pull any healers away from their jobs to send for Loki; you would just go find him yourself.

And while you were feeling so good and fresh, perhaps you should discuss your feelings with him as well. After all, if you got it out into the open, and let him reject you, then you could get over it faster and start fresh, without it all bubbling over in your mind. Better to just get it over with.

                                                                             *****

The last meeting was over, and Loki slumped wearily on the throne, exhausted by how many people still seemed to think they could live and make demands the way they used to. It had been so much easier when he'd been Odin. The people accepted his verdicts; they argued with Loki, lied to him, tried to manipulate him, as if constantly forgetting that he knew what they were doing. Or perhaps they simply didn't take it into account, perhaps they were just doing what they had always done, and were incapable of fathoming that anything had to change. But that woodenness, that rigidity always led to collapse in the end, and Loki meant to keep that from happening. They would have to learn flexibility.

But he was done with that for the day. Now he needed to drum up some candles for a nice dinner with you, and see if you had woken up yet.

Compassion. You clearly valued it, and so, he was going to show it. You would just love this plan of his, he knew it. He would show infinite kindness to these dedicated humans, and you would fall madly in love with him, and-

He was getting a little ahead of himself. It wouldn't be that easy. This was just one step in the journey to prove himself. You had seen the prince and you had seen a little bit of the god, but he still had to show you the man. Who was Loki, under all the titles and fame?

He looked up at the sound of the door opening, straightening up in the throne when he saw you quietly enter.

How swiftly the weariness fled at the mere sight of you! How his tired mood soared at the prospect of spending time with you. He thanked the Norns for you.

“Come, enter! I see you are walking on your own now. How do you feel? Do you hurt at all?”

You smiled at him. “Only a little sore, hardly at all. I'm walking just fine now, but if I have any problems, I'll let you know.”

“That's very good to hear. Would you like to take dinner with me? Formally, I mean, not in our rooms. I'll have something nice made, just for us.”

“You mean, like a date?” You asked, almost teasing. Loki sat up straighter.

“Well...if you want to look at it that way, I certainly cannot stop you. You can approach, you know. You don't have to keep your distance when I am on the throne.”

“I'm not interrupting anything?” You asked. “No more people to meet, no more problems to resolve?”

“Not for today. It's just us now.”

“Oh, that's good. There's something private I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Private?” That might be a good sign. If you wanted to open up to him, that meant you felt close to him, and trusted him. Something felt odd about this though. Like the hazy unreality of a daydream. Like you were reading from a script of things he wanted to hear.

He swallowed as you approached. Had your hips always swayed like that when you walked, or was he only noticing now that he had admitted his feelings to himself? Either way, it was doing things to him.

Thank the Norns he always had the prescience to wear long tunics...

“Loki...” You purred once you'd gotten close enough that he could hear you do it. “I need to tell you something. Now, you're free to take this as you will, I don't expect anything from you. But I can't hide this anymore.”

“Yes?” His voice came out more excited than he'd intended. Could it be?

You leaned over him, arms resting on the throne, and his pulse hit a fever pitch. His eyes torn between yours, your lips, the soft swell of your breasts under the modest clothing you preferred, the memory of which was still etched in his memory...

“I've been feeling strongly for you lately. I've come to care for you, and I think I might even be falling for you. I know that's probably not what you want from me, but I thought I should let you know.”

“No! That's exactly what I want from you!” The words burst from him like an inexperienced youth, someone so full of emotion that he could no longer properly manage it. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. “ I feel the same. _____, I adore you! I would do anything for you! Anything!”

Some tiny part of his mind nagged that this was too good to be true. The cynical part that didn't believe he deserved happiness. This was all happening so fast. But you had always been a little unpredictable in temperament; it was one of the things he liked about you. Perhaps you had simply realized how good he could be for you, and decided to go with it. How could he argue?

“Anything?” Your smile dazzled him, taking his attentions away from his doubts, the insistence of his lie-senses that something was off. “Then kiss me Loki. Have a well-deserved reward!”

You pressed your lips to his, filling him with pure, electric bliss. It drove every doubt from his mind; the slightly wrong scent of you, the suddenness of it all, the odd hollowness of your back, none of it mattered. Only the delightful experience of your mouth.

By the time he recognized his growing weakness, it was far too late to pull away, and he found he did not want to. He didn't want this moment to end; he was happy to die here.

It seemed you were going to make sure that he did.

                                                                                                                                                             *****

Heimdall rushed through the halls, face layered with concern. He did not recognize what he had just seen, but he knew it meant danger. People jumped out of his path, knowing that he, of all people, must be given the right of way. Few things could make Heimdall run.

“Your Majesty!” He cried, bursting in on Thor's solitary dinner. “I have seen danger in Asgard.”

Thor leaped to his feet. “What? Where? What is it?” He demanded.

“I am not yet certain. I have never seen such a being before, but someone has invaded the city. Every time I looked, her face was different, but I can see the strings of life she trails behind her. She is responsible for the illness of the workers, though I know not how or why.”

“Where is this being?” Thor asked, grabbing Stormbreaker, which he had leaned against the wall nearest the door.

Heimdall's orange eyes scanned through the walls.

“The throne room.” He said finally. “Hurry!”

                                                                                                                                                *****

You wandered the halls, seeking out a guard who could speak to you in a language you could understand. When you finally found one, he seemed very confused to see you.

“Oh, you must go in circle. Must get lost.” He said, when you asked where Loki was. “Throne room. That way, then that way, then that way. Two doors.”

You got fewer stares nowadays, most of the people in the palace complex having seen you often enough to no longer find you all that unusual. No one bothered you as you made your way towards the throne room, wondering if the murals had been finished yet. There would be so many paintings on the walls by the time the artists were finished, that you didn't think there would be a blank spot anywhere.

You found what you thought were the doors the guard had referred to, trying to remember if this was the same place you had met the king to sign yourself to citizenship.

Well. It was time to confess, and come clean. Maybe he would reciprocate? No no, it was best not to hold that hope. This was just to clear the air, so that you could move on.

You quietly opened the door.

You quietly closed the door.

It seemed you didn't need to wait for his answer after all.

[it-stheaulifeforme]

he’d never been one for suckers

Fandom: Playmobil: The Movie (2019)

Characters: Rex Dasher, unnamed vampiric villain and a multiude of black coated minions

Whumptober prompt: October 16th, Pinned Down.

Rated for: blood, unconsensual drinking of someone’s blood, unconsensual turning of someone into a vampire, physical assault, panic, description of someone in pain, swearing, brief mention of guns, fear of losing control and worry over hurting loved ones, implied torture, constant threat, very brief description of injury, mention of a drug-like effect on somebody

Premise: After finding out about some clearly suspicious activity at a notorious organisation, Rex realises he wasn’t one to suspect a more supernatural threat until it’s too late. It doesn’t help that the head vampire of the operations has particular sinister designs in mind for our greatest secret agent, and not ones that he didn’t remotely see coming.

Word count: 2,554

Tagged: @whumptober2019, @unlikelyxmisfit

Additional notes: I got inspired for Halloween and wrote this as a separate AU, a supernatural one separate from my main one but still generally consistent with my own portrayals of already established characters from Playmobil. I simply call this one my vampire!Rex AU, and what used to just be a one-off idea has now turned into a whole universe, so, here we go.

Rex wondered how he’d gotten into this mess, exactly. Sure, he usually put himself in them, because that’s what he did. Especially since there’d been a particular spike in suspicious activity in one of the most notorious organisations he tended to face.

It was why he was standing face to face with the head of it, after he found himself investigating the disappearance of several people and the fact that less people were around during the day. He’d never been one for superstition. There had to be a rational explanation for this, especially after he found out one of them had disappeared before appearing months later as if nothing had happened.

This was besides the fact that he’d been informed that they had his friends.

He'd often been aware that he was always being watched when these circumstances arose. It was different though, this time. He couldn't know that here, the head was berating his minions in one of the strangest ways.

"Don't you dare," he said coldly, pointing at one of his black coated minions, "you know who this is. And I'd be very happy if you stayed away from him. He's mine."

The minion looked sheepish, despite secretly being annoyed. Amongst everyone, they all wanted him to themselves. It was status to do so, with who they were. But they couldn't fight their boss on this, it wasn't their place.

"Yes, sir," he said, trying not to groan.

His boss looked at him with a grin, baring his fangs. "That's good to hear."

So here Rex was, faced with someone with more than enough malicious intent. He knew they had his friends, he knew what they meant. Something else was wrong, though, but it was on the peripheral vision of his radar. His first step was making sure his friends were safe.

But he couldn't quite shrug off the way the man looked at him. Sure, they could be sadistic bastards, but even this made him feel uncomfortable.

"At least tell me where my friends are, before you do anything else." He spoke in a calm tone, despite how much he was being stared at. It unnerved him, but it wasn't enough to shake him...just yet.

"Oh, they're safe," the man said, in a faux affable tone, raising his eyebrows, "it's you who should be worried."

They did this every time. He merely just got angrier, especially as the man made his advances towards him.

He noticed Rex put his hand in his inside jacket pocket by the time he was only a few metres from him, and almost wanted to laugh.

"Oh, really?" he grinned, amused, unable to help baring a set of fangs, "a gun? That's not going to help you here."

Rex had barely found his gun when he was transfixed by the fangs as the man grinned at him. He never felt so wrong in that moment.

He had supposed vampires couldn't be found anywhere near here. They just weren't a thing. Sure, he believed in them when he was younger. Always obsessed with reading about them.

He thought he'd simply grown out of that idea.

"You don't know who we are, do you?" the man asked, a clear sadistic tone in his voice.

Rex almost wanted to say something, but his eyes went from those brilliant white fangs to that...look in his eyes. Oh. Shit.

"I can't tell you just how much I'm enjoying that look on your face."

Rex didn't have time to react as the man was inches from his face, and he was suddenly thrown backwards onto the floor without warning, caged in by the man just about hovering over him.

He attempted to crawl backwards, now fuelled by fear and anger and kicking out at his assailant. The man only laughed, putting his body weight on his legs and pinned his arms to his side via his wrists. He was leaning inches over him now, unable to break contact with those bright, hungry eyes.

"Oh, I don't think you'll be escaping from us this time," the man said with mock friendliness, "you know you're too valuable for us to kill...properly."

"I'm not gonna join your goddamn cult," Rex seethed, although the fear in his chest was palpable, "I don't even know why you'd want me part of it."

He vainly attempted to remove at least his arms, but it was almost effortless for the man to hold him down. He clearly found Rex's comments amusing.

"Oh but I bet you do," he laughed, "you always think you're so clever. You're someone who we've been needing for a long time. And now you're finally scared, and you won't even admit it. Besides, it's not like you have a choice in this."

Rex wondered if there was any possibility of him getting out of this alive. At the very least he wanted to make sure his friends would be alright, even though he couldn't help how scared he was right now. He was always more concerned about others over himself, accepting the idea that someday it might be the death of him.

"Just tell me where my friends are," he said, "they're not going to be a part of this, and that's what matters."

That's who he was here for, right? They wanted him because they had his friends. They had no part in his troubles.

"Oh, but I told you," the man whispered, close to the side of his face, "they're fine. For now. You'll be part of something much bigger, and they won't matter. One less enemy to deal with. Besides, once you're done with, we'll make you deal with them ourselves. None of this stuff you have right now matters."

That scared him, made him more angry than everything else. They wanted him to what? He'd rather die. Properly.

"You don't have anything to do with them!" he spat, "I wouldn't hurt them for anybody!"

"Which is why," the man whispered, "we're doing this. Morality be damned. You're no fun otherwise. It’s everything else we want instead."

He'd been slowly nudging his head to the left, making his neck more available to him. Rex could not have imagined even in his dreams that this would be happening. He’d come across a whole range of nasty villains, but this seemed absolutely impossible. And he didn’t have a huge fear of death, did he? That couldn’t be the problem. It was his friends - he wouldn’t dream of hurting them.

That was the problem. That’s why they had them. So he’d be more animal instinct with them than morality. It horrified him what they had already planned - he was usually able to stop plans in the nick of time, but right now it was undeniable just how far too late it was to do anything now. They’d planned much too far ahead, which said a lot about everybody else. It’d be one of the few things to stop him escaping, him of all people.

He was breathing more shakily now, making a last-ditch attempt to extricate himself even slightly. But the man’s body weight was pressing so heavily into him and he was leaning right over his neck. His pulse was racing, which he presumed only made it easier and more enjoyable for the man.

He just about recoiled enough in disgust as he felt a tongue trail up his neck to just around his ear. Almost as if he was trailing a path up along a particular vein, besides giving himself a taste. Never in his life did he think he’d present such a consumable object, which probably was the main root of his disgust besides the sensation.

“It’s promising,” the man breathed against his neck, “exactly what I thought. So don’t worry. You’ll do fine. We’ll make plenty sure of that.”

Rex only managed a sharp intake of breath as he felt the sudden sensation of two fangs piercing his neck. He instinctively twitched, legs almost instantly now kicking from underneath as the man lifted himself up to get a better angle. He breathed hard, digging his nails into the floor as the pressure increased on his wrists to prevent them from flailing  He continued to thrash his legs, directionless, trying not to let it sink in that it was far too late to escape now - pressed to the floor with fangs in his neck as blood was drained from him.

He remembered, vaguely, a drug-like effect that vampires had, as he was hit with a drowsy, heavy feeling as his movements began to slow down, feet shuffling awkwardly on the floor. Sure, that could’ve been down to blood loss, but it felt almost equivalent to a sedative. He guessed it was a combination. His breathing was barely noticeable, slow and shallow, his surroundings almost like a dream when he was still able to keep his eyes open. There was less pressure on him as the effects really began to sink in as he felt more lifeless, even feeling the man let go of his wrists and the brush of his fingers against the left side of his face and against his neck in an almost loving gesture of cruelty.

The man pulled away, but not before gently licking the wound for any blood that decided to spill out. He turned to Rex, who now appeared still and pale, pupils under lidded eyes staring at him but not quite, now with his blood shining on his lips and just around the edges of his mouth. He grinned, slowly licking it all off as he leant just inches from his face.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s still plenty there. With a particular addition, of course, that’s the whole point,” he spoke softly, voice nonetheless laced with sadism and a hand gently stroking the side of his face, “your blood was just that much harder to resist than I thought. Take it as a compliment.”

Rex was barely breathing, but he felt a deep sensation of rage. His body was still fighting against itself and it was hard enough to express himself. But it was there, and he couldn’t help but feel it. He didn’t want to believe what they were doing to him. To his friends. He felt sick enough without this venom crawling in his veins.

The man finally got up off of him, and roughly grabbed his collar to drag him against the wall so he could look at him better. He sat limply, arms laid out weakly either side of him. He managed to maintain a semblance of a glare at the man who was now kneeling in front of him with an almost caring expression, as if he just didn’t forcibly take his blood and put some venom in there for good measure.

“Whatever the fuck you’ve done to me,” he breathed, with a great deal of effort, trying to sit up, “this doesn’t mean shit. I’d rather die - properly - than do anything to my friends. Or anyone else for that matter.”

The man amusedly looked at him, head tilted in mock sympathy. His expression was drenched in an air of condescension, despite the softness that outlined his features. Rex felt his hand barely skim the surface of his hair.

“You’re still going on about this? Rex,” he smirked, “of course you don’t understand now. Maybe if you weren’t so keen to fight this, you’d feel better. You’ll come round. This is what this is for.”

He didn’t know if it was the drowsiness, but his face registered a baffled look, eyes narrowing at the man. “That’s ridiculous. You’re ridiculous. You think I’m going to let that happen---”

He would’ve continued, if it wasn’t for a spasm of pain that ran up across his chest, taking what little breath he was still able to have before he was barely able to restrain a broken cry. He swallowed, making every attempt to breathe as it subsided.

“Oh,” the man laughed, “did I not tell you that would happen? Your body’s adjusting to the new change. I mean, that is venom in your system, after all. You’re just making it worse for yourself. You’ve got no choice in what’s going to happen. You’ll know your place in all this, eventually.”

Rex found it difficult to be mad as his whole body seemed almost beset with these agonised spasms, which only subsided momentarily before starting again. He never really was one to feel fear, but his mental faculties now seemed beyond his reach, what with the intensity of pain he didn’t feel himself capable of feeling hitting him in waves and his cries more chokes than anything else. He wasn’t one to cry either, but he’d never felt like this before. At his most vulnerable. It all felt too much as he felt hot tears drip down his face as his body seemed to not be able to give him a break.

In all truth, he had no idea what was happening to him, but frankly, he knew where the real fear lay. After all, he didn’t care so much about himself as he did about others, right? He had to control himself around others. It was one of his worst nightmares to hurt them. He wouldn’t be blurred by instinct. He couldn’t compromise himself, he wouldn’t compromise himself. These instincts would not override him. The uncontrollable pain seemed to remind him of this very real fear.

The man appeared fascinated, not at all concerned with what he observed. It was natural; he’d done this before. This one was a particularly captivating specimen though. He wasn’t just anybody. This was someone he had to keep an eye on. Instinct could not be overriden, he knew that. But he was far too valuable to just see it through. Rex was clearly fighting this; it’d make things worse in a multitude of ways.

He snapped his fingers, not looking away from Rex, who was making every attempt to breathe and not instinctively thrash his limbs from the pain that was less spasms, and more now what felt generally unending.

One of his black coated minions approached him from a doorway, who had been one of many to hear the commotion, and stood a short distance away.

“I think he needs a lot more attention than we thought. If he’s going to fight us like this, he’s going to make things a whole lot worse. He’ll succumb to this and we’ll make sure of it. He should know he can’t possibly fight his instincts now, but he’s far too much trouble to give us less resistance, especially at this stage,” he said, in a concerned tone, a tone which appeared to sound more suited for a scientific experiment than a person, “so I want you to take him somewhere, you know where, away from the others - for now. I’ll deal with him later; after all, I’ve done all I can do with him right now.”

He sounded almost bored as he got up and turned on his heel, swiftly making his way to the exit at the far end of the room, leaving his minion with the now semi-conscious Rex, immobilised in his agony and staring blankly into the distance as he saw the man open the door and disappear.

[annakie]

Continued Notes on a Blog Cleanup

I started doing this a couple of weeks ago, I’m still doing it even though I’ve now passed the place I was trying to get to to find a thing awhile ago.  

But now I’m in March of 2013, closing in on two years of blog cleaned up.

I’m on page 1811 of 2968 (working backwards) with 15 posts per page.  My guesstimates are that since I started posting the blog cleanup I’ve generated about 100 posts, that’s probably a little on the low side, but it’s a workable number.  When I started I had 3021 pages of blog, so adding in about 7 more pages worth of blogs since then, that means I’ve deleted about 60 pages worth of my bog, or somewhere around 900 posts.

Sounds about right.

Anyway, here’s a bunch more thoughts on tumblr in general, this blog cleanup, and a Doctor Who Nostalgia Rewatch.

What’s crazy is that about 1/3rd of my entire blog was done in the first 18 months of its creation.  It’s now over 8 years old, but I hit the 2000th page back around November 2012, when the blog was made in May, 2011.  

I’m just now getting to the point in the blog where I kept a pretty full and steady queue in the first few months of 2013, so things move faster now instead of like 100 posts per day untagged like the early days.  And I didn’t post at all for most of the last couple of months of 2017 and early 2018 so, there’s a few-months gap there, eventually. But I figure... why stop the nostalgia tour now.  Mostly because I’m finding things I want to organize better.  I’m also finding a lot of  edits or personal posts I made and didn’t tag properly in the time period I’m covering right now. 

When all this is done, I’ll probably do a mass blog export again, now that I’m happier with the contents.  Tumblr ain’t gonna be around forever, y’all.

Still, deleting a lot of stuff.  Posts are being deleted for

Being out of date, like “Hey this game is on sale, go buy it!” or “SIGN THIS PETITION AGAINST CISPA!” or “The new season of Parks and Rec starts September 23rd" (of 2013 or whatever).  

Sometimes for being a reblog of a thing that I only marginally ever cared about and no longer do at all.  

Things that have now been proven false, or false alarms, or things we no longer have to worry about for whatever reason.  

“Hoooo boy it’s 2019 and now THAT sure turned out to be a bad take!” (”Guys, this new show called House of Cards is on!  It stars the AMAZING KEVIN SPACEY, I LOVE HIM!”  OK that wasn’t verbatim but close, and Yikes.)

Still, the cringiest of the cringe.  But there’s a lot less of that now, which is nice.  I at some point over the beginning of 2013 started doing a lot more tagging of my own posts so the tags are a much nicer place to look than some of the terrible other-people’s tags.  Although I’m still only tagging at like 60 - 70% of the time.

Observations:

What takes the longest is adding tags to posts.  So for the most part tags are only getting added to things I made.  About 45% of which are personal posts, and about 45% of which are mass effect creations posts, so far.  About 10% are things I think I may want to find again someday, though a lot of those things are being put in the “reblogging really old stuff” queue.

The blog is like, 30% Doctor Who, 40% Mass Effect and 30% Psych/Elementary/Leverage/Misc now.  It’s better.

I JUST started getting really to the part where I contributed a little more to the ME/DW fandoms besides yelling at hate-taggers.  Still.  Mid-2013 me is still doing that on occasion.  Although now it’s sometimes about Kaidan Alenko instead of just Martha Jones.  I’m still kind of torn about how I feel about all that now.  I’d say that it’s funny how there doesn’t seem to be a lot of it on tumblr these days.  Now it feels like we all have more important things to fight about.  Also, tumblr is, you know, on life support.

It feels like my blog liked and watched Supernatural longer than I did in reality?  It felt like a short flirtation to me, there continues to be supernatural content on my blog for over a year now.  Pretty sure I stopped watching mid-season 9 so maybe that’ll stop soon.  Still, way less than the general population of tumblr it felt like at the time.

People with names like 221BTardisImpala really were the worst about tagging their hate and other stupid stuff.

I’d somehow forgotten about that terrible, gross post twisting Kaidan into an “abuser” for stupid stuff like “He brought a bottle of alcohol (you know, the one Shepard bought him?) to Shepard’s quarters!” and “He did a bad thing at 17!” (and clearly the person we are at 17 is the same person he was at 34.) and and just the most asinine reasoning applied, and tagged.   The whole “I gotta tear down characters other people like to make my fave the REAL WINNER” is just... ugh.  I got back to that post and honestly, am still thinking I should have deleted the whole thing.

I’ve picked another few tags on controversial characters that I love like Jacob Taylor and scrolled through, and like I posted earlier about Martha Jones, hate tagging in general seems to just... not happen that much anymore, even after scrolling back a year or two in those tags.  That makes tumblr a nicer place to be. I know we still see the occasional like, shitty shakarian shipper in the Kaidan Alenko tag (and again, that is a very small % of overall shakarian shippers) but it’s nothing like what it used to be.

It won’t be long until the WTNV explosion happens on tumblr, or maybe it had already started at this point.  It took me a few months to catch on.  And then I’m gonna listen to it and love it, and ask for rec’s for more podcasts, then I’m gonna get into Thrilling Adventure Hour and the blog is gonna become a much more positive place.  Looking forward to getting to all that.

Does anyone know if there’s a theme or script that lets you add tags from your dash or main blog page without editing a post?  I’d go back and do this again to tag some more good reblogged posts, I think.  I’d probably have also deleted more stuff if I could have done it from my blog without going into editing. :p

Seriously though, tumblr feels like such a different place now.  It’s... quieter.  It feels almost like empty nest syndrome around here.  Or maybe I’m just curating my own experience so much better.  But again, when I do go look at other people’s blogs from posts I’ve reblogged, like almost none of them are still active.  Although it’s also surprising the number that died just like, in the last year.

Another interesting thing has been... watching the rise and fall of a personal friendship through the first few years of the blog.  Back then there were a few people who I was really close to, mostly online.  I can feel the main friendship I had with that person slipping away as their life changed significantly starting the previous few months from where I am in that blog.  And honestly, I did my own part of leaving them behind when I gained a whole new group of close friends from TAH.  We’re still like, facebook friends, but it’s a reminder of how fluid online friendships can be.  

Doctor Who Rewatch Thoughts:

I am going to catch up on my blog before I run out of Doctor Who to watch, I think.  Considering things are starting to take a lot less “grooming” now on the cleanup.

I’m now about to embark on Silence in the Library.  Am I ready to see River Song die again?  No.  I am not.  This will be the first time I watch these episodes in years, probably since Matt Smith was around?  Definitely since The Husbands of River Song.  This... will be difficult.

Hoo boy Voyage of the Damned was bad, I’d forgotten how bad.  Not Fear Her bad but, pretty bad. Though I was amused that there was a character named Foon.  For some reason that word had always triggered something in my mind when they called the world that on Hello From the Magic Tavern and now I know why.

Martha Jones, still awesome in Season 4.  Donna Noble shines brightly.  Although I’d forgotten how much weaker the first half of her season is than the very good second half.

That was the first time I’d watched The Fires of Pompeii since Capaldi took over.  Funnily, I felt like his character got more Twelve-Like as the episode went on somehow.  The long scene between just Ten and Capladi’s character was neat to watch in retrospective.

[i-want-my-iwtv]

How has the purge affected u?

[Apologies in advance for the Wall of Text™, I feel like longposting, sorry for the dash coverage, I didn’t think I had this much to say about this… And I probably shouldn’t do this, probably should have kept this to a flippant “It sucks!” with a VC meme, but I haven’t shared much publicly lately… now feels like a singularly poignant time to do so.]

NO CUTS WE LONGPOST LIKE MEN

It’s strange. I think running and participating in the @vcsecretgifts exchange (not finished yet!), and backing up that blog and this one for preservation (not finished yet!), helped take my mind off it! I’ve been busy with @wicked-felina coordinating substitute Santas, so I haven’t had much chance to indulge in it like a participant yet, but I did see that my recipient liked my gift, and that was heartwarming! I’ll reply properly when I have the peace of mind for it (yes I could be doing it now but this is the gear I want to be on right now), and I haven’t had a chance to read the gift from my own Santa, I’m saving that as a treat!

I did the #Log/ffProt/st, that helped. The purge is/was creatively stifling, somewhat, too, bc even though I don’t produce NS/FW stuff myself (I WANT TO, THO), I do reblog it, and support it, I see other artists and writers affected by it, and I felt and still feel helpless, unable to protect them. One of our VC fandom members who draws slash art has been shadowbanned, that I know of. It’s frustrating that the morality & purity police seem to have won this battle, but they haven’t won the war. We’ll take our garbage underground if we have to. 

How crushing to wake up to one’s blog(s) just canceled w/o explanation? We were given 2 weeks’ notice? To pack up our “nasty” stuff and leave? 

[X]

There’s nothing wrong with NS/FW stuff, adult ppl should be able to talk about it, fantasize about it, make art and write fiction about it, have kinks and explore them. I never bought the “if you like it in fiction you support it in reality!” argument, just like with all dangerous things we like in fiction but wouldn’t want in reality. 

“… Fiction is how we both study and de-fang our monsters. To lock violent fiction away, or to close our eyes to it, is to give our monsters and our fears undeserved power and richer hunting grounds.” - Warren Ellis [X]

But I’ve fought those battles and there’s no point in engaging in unwinnable debate with ppl who are committed to misunderstanding me and twisting my words into a strawman they can easily knock over.  

It’s baffling that it’s an unpopular opinion that minors should be allowed to learn about sex, as much as they learn about how to (eventually) drive a car, manage alcohol consumption, defend themselves against violence, handle medication or recreational drugs, all these things that are potentially and not inherently dangerous to them, that they’ll be faced with in the Real World. I remember there were religious rituals in my youth where children could taste alcohol a little bit, it was exposure to an adult thing in a safe space, among other adults. Is this really all about Protecting the Children? Really? Or is it about mental domination? What it looks like to me is a self-proclaimed Particular Authority who wants to keep minors (and adults) submissive and reliant on that Particular Authority, it’s so much easier to keep them submissive and reliant to that same Particular Authority as adults. It’s always been about power. 

And I’m seeing that the communities most affected by the purge are AFAB ppl and LGBTQIA+. It’s misogynistic, LGBTQIA+-phobic. The fact that tungle reportedly blocked archivists from saving blogs before the NS/FW purge is just pouring salt in the wound.

I’ve started following these refugee/evicted tumblr ppl where they’ve migrated to. I’m trying to keep track of them. I’m in the @fiction-is-not-reality2 discord server, keeping my eye out for the next alternative platform.

Leading up to the purge I considered blasting a bunch of smut as a last hurrah, and I did reblog some Controversial™ stuff, just in case my blog was going to be deleted, but then, I lost steam on that. Why put in extra effort and get deleted anyway? Why poke the bear, and deliberately get deleted for it? Most of my blog is SFW, anyway.

I preserved my blog, the gifts blog, and just for archival purposes I should have been doing that all along, so it was good for my own historical safekeeping… so much good commentary and fanworks here, in the past 5+ years! Collecting the scraps just like I’d done in 1994, when there were articles about the IWTV movie and I wanted all of them, I especially wanted the illustrations and caricatures in the magazines (which was really validating of my interest in some way, fanart that was published, essentially!). And I had my folder of Deviantart I liked, of course. So I packed up my blog here to preserve it, it’s on wordpress now, iwantmyiwtv.com, with a lame layout, but I’ve got the tags showing, where fanart that’s blocked here can still be seen on WP.

I’m rambling. 

The purge reminded me that all this, as we know it, could and will be gone someday. Purges have done that before, especially to our fandom, attacked by its own canon author. We’ve survived this before. 

I’ve been on tungle since July ‘13. I’ve made and lost some wonderful friends here, some have moved on to other fandoms, or we’ve had partings of the ways. The fanart in this fandom, my memes, have been spread all over, I see them on Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter. When this blog is deleted, either by content flagging or by tumblr finally keeling over, our stuff is going to outlive us all.  

Who even made this one? One of the vintage memes. Maybe their watermark was long ago cropped off, or maybe they hadn’t put it on:

^It was used in a meme here, but I don’t think that was the OP, it’s gotta be more than 4 yrs old. Pretty sure the “JUDGING YOU” in Impact font was around Twilight time, which came out in 2008. This meme is still floating around, it’s still amusing to ppl all these years later. Someone’s stroke of inspiration, and we may never know who it was, but we enjoy it, it’s part of the worn fabric of the fandom.

Will ppl remember me when/if I’m gone? I don’t need to be remembered, it’s enough that I was here at one point, and encouraged ppl to make fanworks, that I helped bring ppl together. I don’t need them to know it was me, specifically, or know much about me, this blog was never meant to be about me. Those I brought together might remember how they met. There are those who have seen behind the curtain and I hope to hang onto them as long as possible.

If/When this all disappears, I want ppl to know how much I enjoyed interacting with ppl through asks, the chat feature. I’ve missed answering asks, and I’ve missed the feeling of seeing new ask alerts without having to brace myself for Discourse. I’ve missed seeing that anon icon as a friendly, but shy, human being, rather than a living person who’s in pain, somewhere else in the world, throwing bricks through my window. Someone who’s suffering bc they’re not getting the attention they need, truly, someone who deserves to be loved, someone who needs validation for their opinions on things, and wanted mine, but I couldn’t give it. I’m only human, too. I made this blog for 15 year old me, who couldn’t find enough VC fanworks, so I set out to collect, make, and encourage them, but all in the spirit of optimism, bc that’s what I got out of canon. 15 year old me drew self esteem from those books. That’s the only person I ever wanted to please with this thing and that girl is still my priority. 

We’ll survive this purge, we’ve done it before. Hold onto the ppl who you’ve made connections with. I’ll be here as long as I can. 

Most importantly, I’m not letting the morality & purity police tell me what ’m allowed to learn about, make fanworks about, or enjoy in published or fan fiction, etc.