#i want to create characters that use it to cope with happiness and joy as well as emptiness

[shadowduel]

i feel like my stories never quite sound as original or as unique as i want them to be. i really want to make a VN though. i want to make something familiar to others... i want to make something that makes me feel thrilled in the way that ikuina's storyline did?

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

why does it comfort some people or bring them joy/excitement to imagine their favorite characters in terrible situations and being hurt physically or mentally? wouldn’t you want your favorite characters to be happy and safe?

I’m sure I’ve seen this exact ask being sent to another writing blog before, so seeing one in my own inbox was a little surprising. but anyway, I’ve said this before, but I don’t mind saying it again because lots of people seem to still be confused about this; the enjoyment of imagining or seeing fictional characters in terrible situations in which they are hurt and/or scared is called whump. people who enjoy whump tend to express their interest through art, such as drawings, writings, etc. whump has a community on several online platforms, as well as here on Tumblr. we are simply known as “whump community”.

moving on to your question, “why does it comfort us to imagine our favorite characters in agony?” — there is no definitive answer to the question, because different people enjoy whump for various, different reasons, and all of these reasons are valid. however, what I can give you is some examples of the reasons why people enjoy whump

reasons why people like whump:

some people use whump as a reflection of what they’ve been through, and they let their trauma out by channeling the trauma through fictional characters. to make it as simple as I can, some people use whump as a coping mechanism to help them heal from any traumatic events in their lives.

while whump is indeed about pain, it can also be about the comfort (the healing process) that comes after the pain. I personally known several people who heal by writing whump stories in which their favorite characters went through and survived terrible things that happened to them. the comfort part of the whump was used as a symbol of hope for these people, in the sense that they hold on to the idea that if these fictional characters can survive horrible things that happened to them, they (the writers) can survive and heal too.

some people use whump as a way to let out their frustration, trauma or pain. an abuse victim may fantasize about hurting their abuser back by creating a fantasy world in which their favorite character was hurt, but later healed and/or get their revenge.

it’s also worth mentioning that one doesn’t have go through their own trauma in order to be able to enjoy whump. 

some people like whump where their favorite character is hurt because they just Want to Hurt These Little Guys. 

some people like whump where their favorite character is hurt because they like the part where their favorite character gets comforted and is nursed back to health after they are rescued.

whump that’s followed by comfort (whump with a happy ending) is valid.

whump that has no comfort (whump without a happy ending) is also valid.

because whump is a genre, just like how lots of people like horror movies just for the sake of liking them. 

the term whumperflies is used to describe the euphoric feeling a person experiences while watching, drawing, writing or reading a whump scenario that hits right in the feels. for lack of better comparison, some people experience whumperflies that come close to an orgasm, whether or not whump is a sexual thing to them (some may enjoy whump as a form of kink, while some may enjoy whump for reasons that aren’t sexual at all). for some, whumperflies are these tingling sensation in the chest and/or the stomach, for someone else, whumperflies is like when you ride a rollercoaster and the ride is going down from its highest stop. there's no wrong way to experience whumperflies, as different people describe and experience them differently.

so, yes, some people may enjoy whump just for the euphoria whumperflies bring. and some people — myself included — can’t get whumperflies unless the character that’s going through pain is their most favorite character; it’s like… because you love this character so much, you’re so connected to them, you're so emotionally invested in them that you can only get whumperflies if it’s them going through the torture, meanwhile other characters just don’t make you feel half as strongly.

and that’s explain why people in the whump community prefer their favorite characters to be the ones going through hell.

and again, just like how movies have different genres, whump is a genre — people who like whump aren’t “freaks” or “red flags” in real life, even if they like whump for reasons that aren’t about coping mechanism. whump is a genre and a form of art, and most importantly, whump is fiction. it’s not real.

I do understand why people who aren’t into whump tend to be confused by the concept of whump, and I do understand why these people think being a fan of a fictional character only means wanting said fictional character to be safe and happy, which is why whump is not for everybody, and that’s okay too.

the thing is there is no wrong way to be a fan of something that’s fictional, you can like this fictional character so much you want to see them cry and covered in blood for whatever reasons, and that’s okay. as long as you’re not hurting anybody in real life.

there’s nothing wrong or abnormal about people who enjoy whump, just like how there’s nothing wrong or abnormal about people who like horror movies. it’s fiction and it’s a form of art. and I believe everybody is allowed to express and enjoy their interests through art in whichever way they want, as long as they’re not harming anybody in real life.

[mrs-snape5984]

“Can we always be this close…forever and ever?”

“My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue. All's well that ends well to end up with you.” (“Lover” by Taylor Swift)

Today I want to share something more cheerful with all you lovely people of Snapedom, because - to be honest - considering my last few posts on this blog, they could suggest the idea, that I might not be the most zestful person around here. Well…guilty as charged! 😅So, please, take my apologies for my constant venting and complaining about ME/CFS and the ways, in which this bitch of a disease destroyed the life, I’ve known before. But this particular post will be dedicated to LOVE.

I know, I’m using this blog as my personal journal in order to cope with the hardships of my existence, always relying on my 21 years lasting connection with Severus Snape…who is undeniably the one true love of my life. Some of you might judge or mock me for being so pathetically devoted to a fictional character over such a long period of time, but believe me…my love for Severus is my safe haven!

Sure, I’ve tried to give other relationships a shot, but after some really traumatic experiences with men and women, as well as two failed marriages, I’m coming to the conclusion, that I’m better off alone. I must admit, that being doomed to endure a so called life in my bed, only surrounded by darkness and mostly solitude, definitely has an influence on this conviction. Who knows, if I’d have the same beliefs if I weren’t “un-dateable”…but this doesn’t matter anymore, since there’s still no cure for my disease.

And yet… (enter dramatic sigh here 😂)

And yet, I still believe in love, despite my own failures…despite all the pain, the sorrows, the humiliation and the traumas, I’ve been confronted with. I guess, being intelligent (or at least well educated) and overly realistic didn’t prevent me from being a hopeless romantic human being.

My adolescent twins are currently entering the phase of their first “loves”. I’ve taught my three children from the very beginning, that it doesn’t matter, whom they love, unless they’re feeling safe and happy about it. My daughter is proud to have her first girlfriend, even though she’s already facing some difficulties in her environment, due to her frank nature to enjoy her crush. For me - a woman, who’s living openly bisexual 🏳️‍���� since I’ve been 14 years old - it’s absolutely unbelievable, that there are still so many people in our society, who seem to stick to their restrained beliefs about sexuality and gender. I will always try to support my children in their journey of self-acceptance and self-discovery.

So, yes, I still believe in love…no matter how this love might look like. Even though I’m confined to this prison, which is formed by my disease, I was allowed to find some kind of deep love in my friends. I want to share a short poem with you (written by Whitney Hanson for her book “Harmony”) which reminds me of the love, that I feel for these friends of mine:

I have always loved the way

Music could make the world feel

Like it doesn’t exist

As if suddenly all my fears

Are swept away

Who knew

That there are people out there

Who could make me feel the same way

Another love, which makes my heart swell with joy, is my love to all those amazingly talented artists of Snapedom, for whom I’m rolling out the red carpet on my blog, by using their art as my very personal soothing balm for my troubled heart and soul. This time, I’ve commissioned the lovely @kruzbr for the very first time. I’ve been fallen for their Severitus comics, so I asked them to help me out with making my own version of Severitus, together with my undeniably self-inspired OC Jules, come to life.

Anderson, your understanding of my ideas and your kindness made it a pleasure for me to join the process of creating this mesmerising masterpiece of art. I’m beyond grateful for your service and I can assure you, that this won’t be the last time, I will commission you for another adventure of Sevy & Jules. The next idea is already stuck in my mind, so keep an eye on your postbox! Thank you for everything, my dear!

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[msnihilist]

Hi, I just wanted to say a post you made a little while back about how in your writing you get to decide whether normally bad relationships like child/adult stuff get a happy ending actually nearly made me cry from joy. I'm plural and regression and older/younger dynamics of all kinds, platonic, romantic, and sexual happen in our system exactly for this reason. Both us and our wife's system were abused badly as kids and it has been an incredible outlet because we know that these people ARE safe, that they're not in these relationships to creep or predate on people but because they know that doing things with them occasionally is a healthy coping mechanism compared to the alternative (and also because consanguinamory rocks tbh). Basically, seeing you say that creating a world where those relationships are genuinely healthy is good for some people made us feel WAY better about some stuff we do that we would never tell anyone in our normal life about and I hope this isn't weird and doesn't make you uncomfortable but we've felt so guilty about it for a while despite knowing that it's 100000% healthy in here that seeing that made us feel so good. It felt like someone finally understood exactly how we feel. I can't go of anon or reblog that post or any response to this bc of backlash from people I know but I just wanted to say thank you for that. That changed us for the better.

You know, what's funny is, I don't personally know how you feel AT ALL. I'm not a system. I don't understand age regression. I don't have any childhood trauma I'm coping with.

I've never been there. All of my stories that reflect my own trauma have dark, grizzly endings. (My therapist recently mentioned something like that, in regards to so many of my recent projects having gaslighting as a theme.)

My unhealthy setups (I.E., incest, child/adult) that have happy endings, have them just because I think it suits the characters or the theme. Not for any trauma/coping reason.

But you know what's crazier? Even though I've never been there, I completely understand how you feel. I don't understand why antis can't. Empathy is not that hard.

I understand that stories like this give you comfort. That it helps you. That you can manufacture a situation where you feel safe, like you should have been as a child. I understand that you get something out of these stories that even I, the author, might not fully grasp.

I understand that your thoughts don't make you a bad person, and that you're so fortunate to have a spouse in the same place you are.

I hope that you continue to heal this way. I hope you can someday stop feeling shame, because you truly are not doing anything wrong. It is okay to pretend that the "adults" in this situation are safe and loving, because they really fucking should have been the first time. You deserve to feel protected. You deserve an adult who won't fail you — not this time.

You are breaking a cycle of violence and hatred, anon. Remember that. Every step down the path of healing is one step further from becoming the same people who once hurt you. Don't let anyone make you feel ashamed just because your road is a little unconventional.

[minosduos]

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EEYIKES!!!! Doodles, protect me

I'll explain a little about them under the cut in case anybody wants to readdd

The setting of my ocs' world is one in which all human life suddenly dissapeared, the population turned into living energy which slowly begins to possess machines. The living machines are called Machina and have no memory of their human lives, yet retain who they were while alive!

Alto is the main character, the orange robot with one eye in my doodles. They're unable to cope with loneliness and finds joy in exploring human culture, especially fashion. Ohm's the little microwave that accompanies him, the first machina that Alto met. He's not a fan of people and only let Alto take him along because he couldn't go anywhere on his own. He slowly warms up to Alto, but still remains averse to most others.

Tenor is the red robot that looks like Alto, unlike Alto however, he's a machina. Formerly a scientist involved in both the creation of Alto and Tenor's bodies, as well as the apocalypse. He's wracked with guilt over playing a part in the world's destruction, only hoping he can help with it's rebirth. Actor is the green/aqua robot in the last doodle, to the left of Alto. Created solely to solve problems, in the new world it travels and 'fixes' machina, building them new limbs so that they may live as humans did.

The rest of the characters all fall in together, being part of an ocean study, the whole crew was on a boat when the apocalypse happened. Only one human survived on the crew, being submerged deep underwater in their diving suit, 04 as she's now known has had everything torn away from her. 04 is the green diver and was formerly married to 03, the purple diver with one eye. 04's quiet and reserved, generally keeping her sorrow at her situation to herself. 03's generally unbothered by the new situation she's found herself in, more interested in the marine life that survived. The two find time to rekindle their relationship, though 03 doesn't care to know her past, she still finds that same bond with 04. Out of the other members of the crew, 01 is the red diving suit with two eyes, he's desperate to find out who he was, able to learn much from 04 about who he was. He has a brother who too became machina, Dutch, the ship they all call home. Dutch, unlike her brother is content in her new body, she's happy to be 'married to the sea' as she puts it. (Dutch uses she/her because she's a boat) 02 (blue) is the worst member of the crew, who was only on board because his rich father bankrolled the study. He's your typical rich boy and is just the worst. He hasn't changed after becoming a diving suit, besides eating live fish and drinking seawater now. The only other member of the crew is Crane, who is a crane. It keeps to itself and doesn't talk to the others much. (Anxiety)

Not completely awake so it might be kind of rambly, but I think I touched on all the characters I'm willing to share for now

[danpuff-ao3]

Snarry-a-Thon 2009 Recs

Snarry-a-Thon is an annual fest of Snarry goodness that always brings so much creativity and joy in the Snarry community. I am forever blown away by how much talent and passion Snarry-lovers have. With that in mind, I wanted to create some special recs for a fest near and dear to my heart.

My original plan was to create a list with one fic per year, but that quicky became impossible. There is much too much to love! I narrowed it down to 5 per year, but I urge you to take a looksy at the masterlists for each year, too, as there are many more fics than the ones I highlight! These lists are my personal favorites and what resonated with me the most.

And with that...

Disclaimer: my rec lists are created based on my personal experiences and preferences. There are plenty of other stories and authors who are quite good and deserve just as much love. This is not meant to be an objective "best of the best" list, but the subjective opinion of a longtime reader and fangirl.

An Awkward Customer

by AnyaElizabeth. Rated: E. Words: 10,768. Unresolved Sexual Tension. Resolved Sexual Tension.

Snape can't figure out why Potter is hanging around his shop.

The Man Who

by Dementordelta. Rated: E. Words: 10,773. Bachelor auction.

Harry Potter makes a deal with Severus Snape to keep himself from being humiliated in a charity auction. But sometimes a binding magical contract is more than a binding magical contract.

L'ouragan

by Femme (@femmequixotic). Rated: E. Words: 9,111. New Orleans.

As a Louisiana girl, seeing New Orleans in a Snarry brought me so much joy, I have to say.

We had tried, but not even magic could stop the rising flood. Instead, we'd turned to rescuing those we could, joining the wizards and Muggles traversing the streets of the ward in boats, pontoons, any damn thing that could float. We pulled people from rooftops, from attics, from damned trees, until the soldiers arrived finally and sent us away.

The Secret of Seeing Rightly

by Quill_lumos. Rated: E. Words: 25,943. Bonding. Hurt/comfort. Romance.

Severus Snape can cope alone no-longer, he needs help. At the end of his energies he forces a bond on the one person who might be able to help him – Harry Potter.

Seven Steps to Heaven

by whitecotton. Rated: E. Words: 16,938. MCD. Drama. Humor. Parody.

Severus should have died in the shrieking shack and gone on to enjoy a relaxing death in hell - or heaven. However, although he managed the first task, he fell short at the second. Now he's stuck in the land of the living, invisible to all but one person: Harry Potter. Written for the 2009 Snarry-a-Thon. Note: Although this warns for character death, I can promise you a happy ending for our boys. If you are still reluctant, however, there is a good stop point that is still sunlight and roses at the end of Step Seven.

Snarry-a-Thon 2009 Masterlist

[thelaurenshippen]

Hello again Lauren! I just wanted to say I really enjoyed this journey with Breaker Whiskey and admire the commitment to have it produced how it was for as long as you did.

I first found Atypical Artists via The Bright Sessions and The AM Archives with my friend as it reminded us vaguely of The Magnus Archives in the sense the interviews of Dr. Joan Bright and her patients had reminded us of the audio transcripts performed by Jonathan Simms of The Magnus Institute, albeit less focused on ghost stories and the like.

I had also found Breaker Whiskey through a tiktok where it had immediately reminded me of one of my favorite story-based games, Oxenfree, where the characters solve what happened on an island while dealing with interpersonal relationships, communication with ghosts, and demonic possession with the main theme being radio transmission (hence the parallel of otherworldly apocalyptic environments focused around a lonely woman and her CB transmissions)

The story telling hooked me almost immediately, where you could see the transmissions being as an audio journal to ground Whiskey as she travels an empty world by herself, knowing there may be people out there but having little to no hope in that the transmissions become little more than something to focus your thoughts and give some sort of feeling that you aren't alone, something to keep you sane as you deal with the unimaginable loneliness for as long as you have. It is a great look on both the coping mechanisms of loneliness and the expression of both joy and fear of finding out someone is out there and you know nothing about them.

I am personally a fan of the first person narrative as well where you don't need all of the exposition and background, but instead it is fed to you over time or via context clues. Learning about the environment of the story as it progresses vs being handed a dictionary outside of the characters perception.

At any rate, I am rambling. I am a fan of your work, the storytelling, and the experiences you give via the characters you share both in how they are created and how they interact. I definitely plan on listening to more from you and your company and thank you for sharing everything you do!

oh my goodness, thank you SO much for this message!!!! I love that TMA brought you to the world of TBS - it always makes me so happy when one audio drama gets people into more of them. and the fact that you saw BW on tiktok also thrills me! I'm still figuring out how the hell to use tiktok so I'm glad its doing something.

and omg, I LOVE OXENFREE. I played a lot of video games as a kid/young teenager and then fell off of them completely until I was in my mid-twenties. Oxenfree got me back into video games in a big way and I owe it so much for that, as now gaming is a huge part of my life. I really think it's a perfect game.

it means so much to me that you like my work and the way I've told this story!! thank you so much for listening <3

[misslittlenightmare]

⋆☽Dᥱᥲr Lᥱoᥣᥲ☾⋆

Hi Leola,

I know you can't hear me, but I need to say these few words. Before I achieve what I have dedicated my life to after your loss. I know you won't be proud of your dad. Because who would be? But I want you to know that I did everything out of love for you. From the grief and pain I have left after your loss. After my star became black and empty, because it was your place down there. You were my whole world. My little star. You made several years of my life filled with happiness and joy. From the moment you were born, you were the apple of my eye. I was so proud to see how quickly you were growing and learning. How every day you became more pettier than the whole night sky. You were my unique star. My little unicorn. Quirky and amazing. I admired how you make the environment around you flourish. You filled the space with love. The world was a better place thanks to you. You make everything special. You make even the darkest night a time full of hope instead of a time of fear. That's why when they took you away from me, they also took away this wonderful world you created for all of us. They took away my love for it because I couldn't love this place without you. It was just an empty place. It lost all its charm. Because it always was you. After all, you are the one who makes me father. With it, you change my word forever. You change it for a better place. And they change it back into nothingness.

I hate those who took you away from me unjustly. Who punished you for your good heart. Who doesn't understand your kindness. Who sees danger in your pure heart. I want revenge. I don't have a heart anymore. Because I lost it when I saw you fall. I lost myself too. I know I'm not the person you knew anymore. Who you admired. Who you loved. And I can honestly tell you that I don't want a person like me to be able to be called your father anymore. We both fell that day. But there's only something left of me that day. Somrthing broken. Something that started to rot. What's left is a character driven by revenge. Which destroys the world you enjoyed and loved. The world you tried to make a better place for everyone. Now I'm the one who is poisoning this place with my grief. With my sadness of losing you, my sweetheart. I'm truly so sorry about that. I know you wouldn't approve of my actions. I know that if you were here, my actions would sadden your heart. Will hurt you. But for me, it is necessary. This is the only way I can make myself feel justice. Justice that was missing that day. This is the only way I can cope with life without you. This is the only way I can function. I've cried for you for a thousand years, and it's still not enough. No matter how many tears I shed, no matter how many seas I create, my pain of losing you will not fade away. Not while they go unpunished. I'm going to destroy this terrible world that has destroyed us. They'll call me a monster after this. But they don't know that a monster becomes a monster. Monsters can only be created from their pain. You can't be born as monster. Nobody will know our history. And nobody will understand. I've been waiting for so many years for an answer to why you were taken away from me. But no one took pity. No one helped me ease the pain. They are all looking at the sky, looking at the brightest star. They admire you without knowing your story. But I will never forget, Leola.

I will never forget my daughter's smile. And I will never forget the fear in your eyes that day when I couldn't do anything to protect you. I told you you would go to a place full of love. I don't want to think that my last words to you were a lie. That's why I hope you're out there somewhere. And if you see all this, if you see my fall, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I failed as a father. And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do next. After this, I will have nothing left. For my anger will be satisfied. But then I'm afraid that I'll only be left empty. I'm also afraid that I'll soon end up like you, Leola. But I deserve what happened to you. I would like to dream that I will see you then. However, I don't want you to be where I end up. Because this won't be the place for you. You deserve true paradise, while I must go to hell. And even though I miss you. Your voice, your laugh, your sweet little face. I'll be disappointed if I see you there. I have already accepted that I will never meet my daughter. That I have memories and feelings left from you. That I had revenge.

Because I love you, Leola. That is the only thing that never changes in me.

Oᥒ Ao3 ιf ყoᥙ ᥕᥲᥒt to ᥣᥱᥲvᥱ ᥲ kᥙdos

⋆ Pᥙbᥣιshᥱd: 11/10/2024

[clearcloudlesssky]

7 deadly sins

Rules: Which of your OCs would you assign to which of the seven deadly sins and why?

tagged here by @grayed-out-typeface and tagging @illarian-rambling, @mydarlingdearestdead , @mrbexwrites, and @bassguitarinablackt-shirt - plus open ? i wrote a bit much here haha

Pride: Levin (not to be mistaken with Levine haha). It’s probably his biggest flaw, his inability to ignore his hubris and his obsession with his dignity. I would say that he has a gaping sense of inferiority (to his sister) that he ignores by creating a persona that goes in the opposite direction (his wounded pride is also honestly partially the reason why he hasn’t reconciled with her yet tbh).

Greed: Probably Marion; his whole character is defined by an overarching, instinctual need to just take and hoard and keep on taking, and even after he achieves his goals and is practically bathing in wealth, he still desires more. (it probably comes from a sense of misplaced ambition and a misguided belief in what will make him happy)

Lust: Samuel. Absolutely Samuel. He’s a very hedonistic character in general, who attempts to cover up his natural inclinations with a “holy” facade that drops during the night - for him, pleasure is a balm to temporarily numb emotional wounds. It’s honestly an addiction at this point, one that he uses to cope with his grief and affirm his belief that he’s a terrible person.

Envy: Doll. Doll is just extremely envious of the human experience in general - they watch humans find joy in consumption, they watch humans go through pain and hurt and suffering every day, but they’ve also seen the joy on children’s faces when they eat a particularly nice sweet, and crave the experience. Essentially just a very terrible case of “I want to be a real boy”

Gluttony: hmm tough?

Wrath: Aine lashes out at the world, goaded on by Rham sitting in his head. Yes, he externally seems like a placid person, but it isn’t so because he’s calm, but because he just doesn’t really care that much - he’s quick to move towards violence as a solution, definitely far too quick. Rham just aggravates his tendencies.

Sloth: Most likely Neva; it’s been a hot second since I’ve written about her, but she’s so used to pure apathy and a lack of motivation that when she actually has to pursue after something she genuinely cares about, she’s left utterly confused, and just reverts a familiar indolence.

[seldomdrawncherubs]

Since Cal said my classpect was dumb, I got a new one. What do you think about Lord of Breath? How do you presume it would work?

(Author's note: please do not take what the cherubs say too seriously! Caliborn is terrible on purpose and his takes on the classpects that female characters get tend to be warped by his own sexism. I don't want anyone to feel pressure to change something based on what these two say; it's supposed to be for fun.)

UU: do not listen to him! yoU are perfect the way yoU are. he is a cherUb and i am a mUse. of coUrse he thinks oUr power is dUmb, even thoUgh we create happy endings and have the potential for narrative control as mUch as a lord!

UU: bUt if yoU insist...

UU: as yoU know, breath is freedom, potential, the path less trodden, and the opposite of the traditional ties of blood. breath players excell with the pUrsUit of their joy at their best, bUt become isolated and Unable to hold onto themselves at their worst.

UU: roxy is in contact with a girl called jUne! she is very fUnny and is good at not taking things too serioUsly, bUt she is detached from mUch of the world, and even herself. it took a while for her to realize she was a girl. it took the coUnterbalance of blood to fUlly become self aware: her friends were qUite helpful.

UU: i bring this Up becaUse if yoU are a lord, yoU will also be prone to the extremes of breath. the mUse is as well, bUt as an active and self focUsed classpect, it will become more obvioUs if yoU are a lord.

UU: loss of the self, disregard for the freedom of those close to yoU as yoUr classpect powers conqUer it...

UU: bUt this does not mean yoU have to be careless or crUel, or detached.

UU: for example, space is related to creation, and my brother has taken Up drawing! i know he may be rUde aboUt it, bUt having a coping mechanism that balances oUt the destrUction of time and the lord helps him a lot.

UU: as we are seldom drawn, yoU cannot see them. bUt he is improving.

UU: for breath, i recommend what jUne did: meeting yoUr friends, searching for connections to them, and remembering yoUr ties to others and to history. it will be healthy.

UU: and there is nothing wrong with being a mUse. jUst keep that in mind.

***

uu: ...

uu: FuCK OFF, CALLIOPE.

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uu: AS FOR YOu. ASKER. HEE HEE HEE HAA HAA HAA HOO HOO HOO.

uu: YOu ARE NOW QuITE DIFFERENT.

uu: FEEL HOW POWERFuL YOu ARE. WHEN SBuRB DOESN'T TREAT YOu. LIKE A BITCH. MEANT TO FADE INTO THE BACKGROuND.

uu: uNSuNG HERO? THAT'S NOT uS LORDS.

uu: YOu HAVE CONTROL OVER THE WIND. IMAGINE WHAT YOu COuLD DO. OuR MATCH. WOuLD BE MAGNIFICENT.

uu: AND YOu HAVE POWER OVER FREEDOM. LIKE THE RETCON. WHICH I AM GLAD IS NOT HERE. BECAuSE IT IS STuPID AND I HATE IT.

uu: THE DAVE HuMAN. SHOuLD BE THE ONE IN CHARGE OF TIME. AS THE ALPHA MALE. INSTEAD OF A GIRL.

uu: THAT BEING SAID. AS YOu MAY KNOW.

uu: THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE.

uu: TOO BAD. WE COuLD HAVE BEEN FRIENDS. IF NOT FOR THE FACT. THAT I AM THE BEST LORD. AND THERE IS NO ROOM. FOR COMPETITION.

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[flowerandblood]

honestly man, i am just going to resort in planning and writing my own aemond targaryen fanfic now to help cope with the shitshow of a show. smh. maybe grrm should hire fanfic writers now. smh.

i also hope that the actors don't shy away from working with scripts written by fanfic writers because, it's clear that HBO's non-fanfic writers don't know what they are doing. especially, the male actors. male actors have the tendency to stay away from female gazey shows because they want the respect of other men, which is like *insert eyeroll here*.

especially, ewan mitchell. that guy is built to star in fantasy romance shows.

also, i hate it when someone disses on fanfic writers! fanfic writers bring an incredible amount of passion to the creator's work! not just write smutty fics! but then again, grrm is nice to hbo's writers with no fanfic experience because he's cashing their cheques. smh.

brb. going to ao3 now.

I understand your disappointment with the season finale, I didn't like it too much either, but I decided not to think about it and just focus on the scenes with Ewan that will surely rekindle many writers, including me.

I don't know if I fully understand what you mean by men not taking on roles with female directors. I don't like using stereotypes, but it sounds a bit like that to me, and I think it's unfair. Every person decides about themselves and their career, how they choose roles is their private matter, also depending on their comfort and approach.

Maybe Ewan simply doesn't want to play in movies with romances? Maybe he prefers strange and disturbing characters? Not everyone has to feel good in such roles, in my opinion it's not up to us to judge.

I don't think it's about the female gaze, but rather how it is in a specific case: if someone feels that this female directorial gaze is inappropriate, toxic, or simply something they can't relate to, they have the right not to participate. Let's stop blaming people for rejecting something we don't think they should reject. Let's stop creating groups of "male gaze" and "female gaze" and think about the "human gaze." Women also want respect and praise from other women. I don't know why that would belittle them. We all want to be appreciated.

My heart goes out to the fanfic writers in this fandom, they do an amazing job, they are very nasty and imaginative, they create a lot of AUs, and they are very talented. I am happy to be one of them and I don't really care what GRRM thinks. I hope you also find joy in writing, and that's what I wish for you. 💕

[bluegekk0]

I dunno why your anons are bullying your AU but they get the 200-ton 300-foot-long snake dragon cannonball right on their face.

Really though I absolutely adore your AU. I’m all for AU’s that use unique takes on characters and yours is a gold mine for a good balance of wholesome and angsty takes. I love lurking your Tumblr and seeing all the adorable art. Your AU really encouraged me to develop my own AU and really break from canon more than I normally do (Miguel O’Hara can cope and seeth lol) so I can allow myself to make this world my own. Doing that has made my AU more fun and has allowed me to take comfort in it. The shenanigans of your little gay gremlin and his wack-in-the-best-way family are more appreciated than I can type out and I adore every single piece of art and lore you share.

Sending hugs from myself and my cat <3

i think it's just one anon, so it's not as big of a deal. i hope they take an opportunity to rethink what they said and be more kind to people in the future. i hold no ill will upon them, and i don't think they deserve hate for it. all i want for them is to learn a lesson. we need more kindness and respect for each other, so i do hope that they take it to heart

but man, thank you! i can only say that so many times before it gets repetitive (maybe i need to open a dictionary to spice it up hahah) but i really really mean it. it's still insane to me how many people enjoy it, and it makes me want to keep creating it. i'm glad the scrunkly beast pk i made up for fun can bring a little joy to people's lives. he absolutely does it for me, so i'm happy that i can share some of it

(side note but yeah lmao miguel would NOT be a fan of my blog. maybe he was the one behind those nitpicky asks...)

and ahhhh that's great! i wish you all the best with your au!! keep doing what you love, that's what this is all about! sending a hug back, and please give your kitty all the cuddles and kisses in the world from me ❤️❤️

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

I would just like to say thank you for this story. It’s one of my favorite IFs. I struggle with both depression and anxiety and I usually read IF as a hobby to relax. MGT really helps with that. ❤️

Just the way you wrote the MC is something I really find appealing. Some of their personality traits they can have like their easy-going nature and this calm acceptance of the world around them like when asked what they want with their life ‘Idk never gave it much thought’ 😅 idk it’s hard to explain I just love them. Enjoying long walks alone, Having a bath with clothes on, (😆) odd sleeping schedule just those things that seem like they live in their own world 😊

Also I really love the POV of the RO this chapter. The way Freja reacted afterwards and started overthinking and analyzing everything is something I can def. relate to haha social anxiety sucks 😭😆

Thank you so much for enjoying it <3 And I can absolutely relate. With getting a therapist over the last two months, I've fully been diagnosed with both severe depression and severe C-PTSD, and now going for possible ADHD. After finding IFs in like 2018-2019, I also use them to help cope with things. I'm so, so happy to hear that my game, something I made, can help you in any way ;-;

Thank you!!! I actually feel like the MC of Mind Games is probably my most interesting character that I've created to date LOL Like... they're just... Yes, they'll have more variation in the future, but there's still things that each of them share across the playerbase, and it's just this innate quirkiness they have. I'm so glad you enjoy them <3

The RO POVs were A JOY to write. I am so glad I got to delve into Freja, to finally show some of the parts of her no one normally sees. Hell, the parts no one ever really sees. She is confident and sure of herself in business matters, but when it comes to interpersonal stuff... she falters. She's almost a completely different person, to some, even if it is still just her, but showing the vulnerable points.

SORRY, I TEND TO RABBLE ON! Thank you so much for this message, I'm ngl when I first read it after I woke up I nearly cried. I'm so glad I can provide any kind of enjoyment to people, and even more so if I can help people forget the pains of life, if only for a little while.

[ageless-soul-au]

anon from yesterday, my favorite part was Legend's gender euphoria moment in Gerudo Town. I'm transmasc, and it just hit so hard knowing exactly what that moment felt like. And it surprised me since I'd normally pick something with my hopeless-romantic brain like the part where Link wakes up in Legend and Ravio's bed, but it just. It really hit home.

I love the romance, the deep emotional connections, the acknowldgement of trauma and good/bad coping mechanisms, but the thing I find myself raving to my partner/friends about more is just how inclusive the whole thing is and how strongly that hit me right in the heart.

YESSSS that's exactly what the trans shit is for!!! Fuck yes!!!!! I'm so glad that hit right, I really try to pour my all into Legend's euphoria moments. The romance is all well and good, you're right, but I also think that the pure joy that euphoria brings is hard to match.

Just!!!!!! Ahxgxgxgshxgsjjwjdhxjsxbxgshb it makes us so happy that this fic has touched you enough that you'd talk to other people about it!!!! Like oh my gosh that is one of the highest compliments writers can receive. This fic didn't start out with All The Inclusivity in mind, it just kind of developed that way with the stories we like to tell. Really, this was supposed to be about how Legend and Warriors' relationship got its start, and it just.... got out of hand lmao hxvxbsbsns

Thank you sososososso much forreal, to hear how much you liked feels better than belief!!!

-Kio

ASAU was meant originally to be an outlet, and to be something that allowed for exploring things with the characters that mean so much to us. This is us being as genuine as we can be (while being self indulgent with our blorbos) and learning things along the way! I was INCREDIBLY clueless about a lot of the gender and orientation concepts presented as Asau flows onward at the beginning, but I wanted Kio to feel comfortable writing what makes them happy with me. So, I encouraged them to be self indulgent with Legend to start, “go ham, and I’ll listen when you explain things”. Thats what framed the mindset Warriors has, and as time has gone on, he and I have learned a lot! We’re better for it! And that that creates a space where our readers and online friends feel seen and safe is incredible to us. Im so glad you’re enjoying what we do here, it really does warm the heart. I hope you continue to enjoy!

-Mizu

[sarah-dreemurr-magne]

Trapped With You; Hook

Two sides, the real and the fantasy. There are few who can truly see past the line between the two, and few who can't. We all lie between the lines of our daydreams and our real lives. We create things to help us cope with life, creating things that could never truly exist to help us escape reality. Soon, we created characters, books, games, movies, and so much more, just to bring us joy! How would one react to going from real to fantasy?

"Who are you?"

"My name is ×-××××××, but you may call me ×."

16 year old human female, (YN), gets stuck in a new world. Not able to contact her younger siblings and lost in this strange place.

"I can sense that you're nearing your breaking point, little one."

"Why does it hurt?"

"I've decided to help you,"

"Where am I?"

"Goodbye (YN)."

A simple journal. That's all you have, and almost all you can remember. Information about you lies in the journal, telling of your story so far.

"Sissy!"

"Maybe you can have a happy ending..."

"Stay safe, my children"

"Ma!"

"My Name Is The Great ×××××××!"

"Hey'a Starlight~♡"

"Something doesn't feel right..."

Soulmates, they're supposed to be born for each other, and are a rare case to come across. What happens if the SOUL chooses it's pair? You aren't born for each other, yet his SOUL chooses you as his mate.

"Ugh- Wh-What 'th?" 'It hurts...' "Heh, that's... New." 

"Whatever you say ××××"

You just want to go home... You can't escape now. Your SOUL is in his hands. Maybe.. Maybe you can escape... RESET after RESET, you try to get away.

"You don't belong here! He's coming... Run!"

"(YN)? Are you okay?"

It wasn't supposed to go like this... He's got you now... All you can think is...

"Why am I Trapped With You?"

(A/N): No you aren't 16 when you meet Sans, Sans won't show up face-to-face with YN for a bit!

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[a-servant-of-the-secret-fire]

The most human characters in Blade Runner 2049 are the ones who aren’t human at all. Nearly all of the human characters in the film are the ones who act most like machines. They’re the most cold, the most utilitarian. Their care for others is based on the use they can get out of them. Humanity views others as objects. Yet Officer K reprograms Joi, a sex AI, designed purely for the sexual gratification of human beings, into a real companion who he simply wants to share his life with. He values Joi for who she is, though her identity, like K’s, is an artificial creation of humanity. The objects treat others as humans while the humans treat others as objects. It’s easy enough to spot in the film, and easy to spot in humanity itself. But the hard part is to see it in ourselves.

It’s not hard because it’s not there but it’s hard because it forces us to look at our wounds. We have our coping mechanisms that turn others into objects. We might even have our coping mechanisms that turn ourselves into objects. I know I do. Robbing myself of my humanity is a habit I know all too well. Because if I’m not human, I can’t have wounds that are only human. If I’m not human, I can’t have trauma.

I’ve never experienced trauma. I’m fine.

That’s the lie I told myself for almost my entire life.

If I don’t have trauma, I don’t have to heal from it. My coping mechanisms are fine. I don’t need to change anything. Because I don’t want to, even when I’m forced to admit my habits are unhealthy. I want to continue as is.

I can’t do that. It isn’t sustainable, and it won’t make me happy.

But if I’m not human, I don’t need to be happy.

So the self-objectification continues until I confront my own humanity and accept that I have the dignity proper to the human person, that I was created by love and for love. The ones who have traumatized me probably have the same problem themselves. They objectify themselves and don’t see their own dignity and so treat others like they treat themselves. They see Christ’s command to “love your neighbor as yourself,” and they really do so, in the strict sense. Yet they don’t realize that implicit in the commandment is that one loves themselves. And only in this way can one harmonize the two commandments, “Love your neighbor as yourself,” and “Love one another as I have loved you.”

If one is to love one’s neighbor as oneself and love one’s neighbor as God loves them, then it logically follows that one is to love oneself as God loves them as well.

Yet there’s another struggle that I’ve had. Sure, God loves everyone and He loves the others that I see, and He wants them to go to heaven, but that’s just the way things are for other people. I’m different. I’m special. Does God really care about me? Does He love me? Does He see my pain and all the pain that others, even the religious, even my own family have inflicted upon me?

Logically I know that the answer to all of those questions is yes. That I’m not special. I know that even viewing myself as special in this regard is a result of the sin of pride, but I have a hard time actually accepting these things in my lived experience. My own father wounds have been imprinted in my heart upon God the Father. And I have trouble going to God without feeling the own wounds my father gave me.

God is the great physician but what am I to do if my own woundedness prevents me from approaching the physician? “It’s not the healthy that need a doctor but the sick,” yes, but when I cannot bring myself before the Doctor, where are my friends to lower me through the rooftop? Perhaps that’s where the saints come in. Maybe the saints can bring me before Jesus and I can be lowered through the roof, or into the pool at Bethesda. But maybe all I need to do is cry unto the Lord, “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.” Maybe a simple touch of His garment will be enough to heal me too. Or maybe I just need to say in a simple, humble voice, “Domine, non sum dignus ut intres sub tectum meum, sed tantum dic verbo et sanabitur anima mea.”

I don’t know.

I do know is that I am wounded and I need the grace of healing.

Yet Flannery O'Connor was right when she said, “All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful.”

Yet painful as it may be, gratia non tollit naturam sed perficit.

I have made myself less of myself, and God wants to make me more of myself. I hate myself and God doesn’t. I can’t stand to look at myself and thus don’t want to show myself to God. I don’t want to do what Christ told the leper, “Show yourself to the priest.” And it has nothing to do with God or His instruments and everything to do with me and my own wounds.

I may think I’m afraid of God but maybe what I’m really afraid of is myself.