#it was very time consuming‚ but so worth it

[teaandcrowns]

fanfiction.net also send emails, though the site itself has devolved into a hot mess imo.

I think there's a really important conversation to be had here around the type of content-as-content that social media has pushed and pushed and pushed on people the last decade or so, to instill some implication that something has to be recent, current, brand shiny new, in order to be worthwhile or worth giving deeper connection and attention to. Content-as-text*, if you will.

Written works—which include fanfiction, yes—are as permanent fixtures as we can get of content-as-text, and they are evergreen in allowing for connection and engagement, and fanfiction is open to this in particular with the capability of comments (and direct messaging).

I think there's another element to this regarding how engagement with content-as-content, which does not seem to encourage in-depth interaction, lengthy discussion, or a series of back and forths between creators and audience or even between members of the audience. Content-as-text, in my mind, is much more encouraging of that, and was also heavily encouraged by Web 1.0 primarily with forums and early Web 2.0 with interactive blogging-forum sites like LiveJournal. Web 3.0, with its focus on constant generation of content (as content), summarily leaves the space and, I would argue more importantly, time for longer and deeper interaction and engagement in its proverbial dust; it is not concerned with how people actually feel about the content so long as they are still consuming the content.

This brings me to a thought concerning what I, and others, have noted as a lack of what I have frequently seen termed "curating your fandom experience." Algorithms now decide what to content-as-content to show based off what you have seen before. There are (virtually) no more chronological feeds. You can only "sleep" functions rather than say, "No." In short, you are no longer the one with the most agency in your online experience if you choose to use or be on certain sites. If this has been someone's primary modality of interacting with any kind of fandom spaces (or any online community spaces), there can almost be no way to have true organic community the way humans have always made community and made connections. You are not encouraged to view something older as still relevant, you are not encouraged to curate your own spaces because you are being given things based off a calculation of your activity, whether or not that is accurate. It's become a commodification of our attention, because so long as we keep consuming, they will keep the conveyor belt of content-as-content churning and turning.

This is a very circumlocutious and somewhat long-winded way of saying that we need to start taking back our spaces, our time, and our attention. Don't sort AO3 by most kudos or most comments; try sorting by first uploaded. Try not sorting at all (after you apply your preferred filters) and go five, ten, twenty pages deep to see what you find. Interact with the content-as-text as it moves you. Choose who you want to follow—use the "blogs you follow" tab on tumblr instead of the "recommended for you." Engage meaningfully with other members of your communities and find others through those connections instead. Use fanfic rec lists made by folks; make your own and share them. Take back your attention, your time, and your spaces.

*by "text" I mean anything that we can experience, read, or view as an audience and think and interact deeply about across modalities, not just written word

not to be "comment on fanfic even if they are oooold"

But I just read a pretty good fic published in 2014-2015 (you know, roughly TEN YEARS AGO) and I was like, damn this is so cool, I have to leave a comment, even if you know, they probably wont see it...

The author replied less than an hour later.

[helium-stims]

i made an octopus :)

[icedb1ackcoffee]

to my fellow creatives: never stop making art. art is an act of protest.

[inprogresspokemon]

#246.5 - Larvitar are born deep underground in mountains, hills, and caves, far from their parents. These Pokemon grow by consuming soil, and will spend most of their youth eating, sleeping, and bulking up as they eat their way to the surface. During inactive periods, their emerging chest plate protects them from harm, while developing sensory organs on their chest help alert them to incoming danger. By the time Larvitar consume an entire mountain's worth of earth, their evolution into their pupal stage will be at its end. By this time, the armor-like plating will enclose all their limbs, signaling that it's time to tuck in their heads into their shell and complete the process.

#247.5 - Unlike the pupal stages of many other Pokemon, Pupitar are very active and move freely around harsh mountain ranges. While their arms and legs are developing inside their protective shell, Pupitar use compressed gas to propel themselves around, and can even generate enough force to knock down mountains. As Pupitar mature, their limbs will gradually grow too large to be contained within their shell, and will burst out; however, they will continue to use compressed gas to remain steady on their feet until the limbs are full-grown. The shell will become part of their armor-like hide, enabling them to endure any kind of attack. Angered at being so restricted during their evolution, a fully evolved Tyranitar will eagerly seek out opponents to defeat.

#248 Mega - Tyranitar are eager battlers, said to be so overwhelmingly powerful that maps must be redrawn after their rampages. Any Trainer who manages to tame a Tyranitar will have an unstoppable ally once they equip it with a Tyranitarite. As Tyranitar Mega Evolve, the colossal power of Mega Evolution splits their back open, creating an even more intimidating protective armor. The sudden transformation heightens Tyranitar's pure destructive instincts, and makes it more ferocious  and powerful than ever. The process can be traumatic for some individuals, so Trainers must monitor their Pokemon closely and recall them if the experience becomes too much to handle.

Named: Larvitar - Nymphitar - Pupitar - Emergitar - Tyranitar

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[bluebonnet-witch]

on my lady Jane being cancelled

I’m as mad as everyone else is about this, and I want to say that this is a series where we *can* do something to show Amazon they’ve fucked up. We probably can’t save the show but you know what we can do? Buy the books, buy them from anywhere but Amazon, support the hell out of the source material at a scale that will make them see that they are losing money. If every person who is upset by this cancellation were to go out and buy as much of the book series as they can afford at an indie bookstore or through libro.fm or bookshop, not only will you be supporting the people responsible for something you love, you’ll be giving your dollars to someone who isn’t Amazon. They’ve gone out of their way to fuck over indie bookstores, so fuck them over right back! Support the art you care about as much as you can! If you can’t afford the books request them from your local library! And at the end of the day, no show cancellation can take those books from you once you have them.

[re-re-redline]

He’s here!

So have his sprites

I’ll be releasing these steadily as the event goes on to celebrate Sannan’s escape from NPC Jail.

[thatsapphicsoprano]

I kinda want to start a Jane Austen club at my university !! but I don’t know if I would have the time to commit to running it and I don’t know if anyone would join… but I’ve been thinking about it and I think it could be fun ??? 

[bigidiotenergy]

Coming to and fro the Underworld should be no easy feat. They'd gone to the edge of their world in desperate attempts to flee Poseidon's seas and storms— but this remained no place for the Living. Odysseus IS mindful of that. How can he not be? But then how could he be SILENT as the Lord of this land tells him that the Underworld harbors its own dangers? How could a KING be silent when receiving threat, after threat, after threat? Maybe this Land was confusing him. Maybe all this Land does is bring out true nature. It was part of the unknown. A world exposing what the Captain cannot hide. But doesn't he try? Every possible route he can take— isn't it worth the risks so the Underworld cannot CONSUME him?

No. Odysseus does not know how far his luck goes. How easily Hades would be able to SMITE him given he's in his own domain— but he does know how far his opportunities go. If Hades had wanted his soul to join the others in the river, he could have done so already. Should have done so already. The same arrogance that comes from the little King is the same arrogance that had gotten them in this situation in the first place. The very thing that had made Polyphemus lift his club and strike the first six men down. A cockiness that seeps from his lively, mortal pores as he reveals his name to the Cyclops. Relying on a wit that had gotten most of his brothers sent here.

The Fates were not to blame for a King's PRIDE. The Fates are only a reminder that a King still remains MORTAL.

A purpose Hades adopts momentarily as those striking blue eyes bare onto Odysseus's soul. Such a POWERFUL look almost makes him back down completely. Enough to strike intimidation in any reasonable mortal. Until Hades's words echoed around the large cave that was the Underworld, their grasp tearing through his chest to weight his heart down right to his stomach. Eyes unable to hide the horror that resonates deeps within him. They can't even glance at the ship in the distance to make sure they're okay. His eyes refuse to leave the God of the Underworld. The king's heart rate spikes as the God only moves closer. And closer. Yet closer.

Do you miss the sounds of the waves? Captain... Odysseus's body tenses. Those voices... Do you miss the sounds of the seagulls? Captain... No. The Underworld God wasn't asking HIM these questions. Odysseus can feel it. The chill in the air. A damning cold breeze from the river itself. If only your mind hadn't been clouded- CAPTAIN! WHY WOULD YOU LET THE CYCLOPS LIVE WHEN RUTHLESSNESS IS MERCY?

The very presence of so many souls in the illusions this land gives him makes the King take a stumbling step backwards— only for his balance to fail him as he lands right against the rocky ground. Body trembling as tears begin to form in his eyes, no matter how much he does not want them to. Hades's laughter only rings in his head as it mixes with the voices of men he's failed. As it mixes with SCREAMS. The very suggestion of bringing these souls out of the river once more only forces him to scoot back. "No!" He cries, begging the God not to. "Please!" Begging to same souls who died begging him. "Pl-Please, Lord Hades!" Begging so desperately that his pleas interrupt the God of the Underworld. But they don't work. Hades only then PROMISES him to show that the Dead not only have been disturbed, but also livened once more. And it's all because of their Captain.

In the end, that divinity will always get a mortal to kneel. That's what Odysseus does. Head hanging low as he can only stare at the rocks below now. Shifting himself so the skin on his knees and shins rest against the rough surface. Hands adorned in braces spreading in front of him. The last time a God asked him to apologize, 552 men were sent here by that same God. Are apologies even enough for the Gods? "Ep-Epithet Hades, I-" He tries. He tries so hard to stop the trembling in his voice. What could he say? What should he say? "I— I'm sorry, King of the Underworld. I-" He bites his tongue. What will he say that will only end in more bloodshed?

The King of Ithaca quiets himself, head hanging lower. Maintaining that silence for a long time. Aren't you tired? Odysseus's shoulders slump immediately at the question, as if answering it with the gesture itself. His eyes finally trail upwards back to Hades's gaze. Wetness on his cheeks gleaming in the little light the Underworld emits. The tears in his eyes had fallen, soaking into his goatee. "I'm tired of not seeing my son and wife!" He sobs out before he can stop it. Of course he was tired. All he wanted was to rest his heavy eyes, soul, and bruised heart. Still, the king still keeps it in. He keeps it sealed. Hades could admire every dented corner. That consuming darkness.

But could Penelope? Could he even face her, knowing he's changed?

Irony,  once  it  touched  the  corners  of  the  God  of  the  Underworld,  always  was  welcomed  by  that  taste  of  eternal  tragedy  in  which  he  cannot  remove  the  aftertaste  of  his  lips.  So  far,  compared  to  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  who  managed  beautifully  to  screw  himself  up  in  middle  of  the  country  attached  to  his  name  (  which  would  remain  something  eternally  amusing  )  who  endlessly  was  trapped  within  the  same  symphony,  he  thought  he  had  escaped  it  ---  Impact  of  the  Underworld  towards  an  mortal  mind,  as  their  breathing  living  being  was  associated  to  the  heaviness  of  an  future  home,  sadly,  he  didn't  have  lot  of  examples  to  remember.  Deimos  couldn't  hardly  counting  at  one.  The  Underworld,  endlessly  present  at  his  side,  endlessly  supporting  him  and  embracing  him  with  an  protective  manner,  awakening  something  that  would  eventually  exploding  to  the  face  of  the  other  dimensions  ---  The  Underword,  touched  meanwhile  he  was  still  alive,  awakening  dormant  desires  who  always  has  been  here.  The  Underworld  unlocked  the  content  of  an  heart  rarely  showed,  in  same  measure  he  devoted  himself  to  exposing  differently  the  heart  of  an  Golden  Witch,  in  which  manner  another  blood  would  be  confessed  though  the  wounds  of  the  Emperor  of  Britannia.  One  tiny  moment,  remembrances  concerning  decades  had  to  be  remembered,  once  more.  One  tiny  moment,  the  slight  realization  maybe  other  outlines  details  had  changed  from  the  memory  he  could  embrace  in  the  moment  …

Odysseus  could  have  just  assumed  the  circumstances  he  had  decided  to  do.  Wasn't  it  lucky  ?  If  his  mood  hadn't  been  generous  at  the  immediate  moment,  if  his  heart  hadn't  been  opened  to  wishing  having  pleasant  fun  of  circumstances  pulled  by  the  Fates  ---  he  would  have  remained  trapped  within  the  Underworld  for  a  long,  very  long  time.  It  would  have  been  understandable,  right  ?  It  would  have  been  fair,  right  ?  Wasn't  the  most  respecteful  action  to  do,  once  entering  within  the  realm  of  the  Underworld,  to  request  permission,  to  showing  honor  to  the  host  ready  to  close  eyes  upon  one  necessary  digression  ?  Nevertheless,  Fates  weren't  kind,  wasn't  it  ?  Nevertheless,  Fates  always  trapped  him  inside  that  eternal  circle  of  Illusions,  isn't it  ?  A  silent  feeling,  a  dull  emotion,  then  awoke  heavily  in  his  expression  by  the  moment  that  one  sentence,  these  harmless  words  were  exposed  If  the  Underworld  is  like  every  other  isle  ---  bitterness  of  an  unparalleled  disappointment  from  what  he  kindly  called  these  pathetic  humans  as  soon  as  this  feeling  awoke,  betraying  his  features.  Insignificant  seconds  in which  composure remained the same as he  smiled  playfully.

Inside  other  circumstances,  back  when  he  was  having  fun  in  Italy  inside  his  illusionist  play,  that  beloved  Athena  warrior  would  have  pay  for  this  life  for  the  little  assumption,  and  oh,  the  litte  misunderstanding  on  the  matter  ---  wasn't  what  they  could  expecting  for  someone  called  an  foe  for  had  been  remaining  horribly  civil,  maybe  having  an  sharp  mouth  exposing  facts  themselves  didn't  wanted  to  look  at,  but  did  he  have  to  be  blamed  for  the  truth  ?  Old  habits  remained  yet  anchored  deeply  inside  his  prestance,  he  found  himself  forced  to  holding  back  the  exposure  of  an  divine  Cosmo  that  would  have  force  him  to  kneel.  At  the  second,  as  he  would  laughing  at  his  face,  as  he  would  show  him  the  foe  inside  him  ---  However,  no.  Provocations  after  provocations,  unfortunate  word  after  another,  that  had  been  only  consolation  he  had  received  from  Lelouch.  Silent  wound  of  a  heart  that  had  sought  to  be  compassionate,  despite  the  apparent  harshness,  began  to  flow  into  an  inner  blood  whose  pain  was  all  too  familiar.  As  an  reminder  still,  there  was  exposure  of  an  deeply  controlled  aura  as  an  physical  remembrance  towards  which  divinity  he  was  speaking  about,  before  ocean  eyes  losing  themselves  inside  Odysseus  eyes.  Wasn't  an  invisible  warning  that  under  other  circumstances  he  would  have  been  dead  worth  all  the  threats  in  the  world  ?  Athena  requesting  him  to  close  his  heart,  to  keep  his  emotions  unmoved  by  the  events  ?  Poseidon  requested  him  to  not  open  that  precious  lock  imposed  to  his  heart  ?  Oh,  how  naive  ! How unfunny ! How boring !

❝   Do  you  have  so  little  regard  for  your  soul  and  those  of  your  men  ?  ❞  A  mental  echo  resonated  throughout  the  location  he  was  in  the  Underworld,  where  the  sound  of  his  voice  vibrated  in  two  instances.  He  would  resume  his  normal  voice,  but  he  had  this  ability  to  make  his  divinity  heard  in  an  insistence  different  from  the  words  pronounced,  which  was  necessary  for  an  apparent  calm  to  be  maintained.  By  losing  himself  in  his  illusions,  Odysseus  had  offered  him  a  familiar  reflection,  a  reflection  in  the  mirror  needed  to  expand  his  perspective,  to  understand,  and  to  remember  all  the  trials  he  had  been  through.  Did  he  think  he  was  free  from  the  trials  that  other  of  his  protegees  were  experiencing  ?  How  naive.  Maybe,  if  there  was  an  audience,  they  would  have  considering  Odysseus  gesture  as  something  terribly  brave,  nevertheless,  at  the  moment,  he  was  perceiving  an  simple  miserable  human  having  only  words  of  arrogance  to  defend  himself  in  total  helplessness  …  Odysseus  should  be  flattered.  Many  Athena  Saints  had  died  for  this  feat  of  courage,  had  been  magnificently  massacred  in  the  indifference  of  the  Underworld  as  a  result  to  be  hoped  for.  Quietly,  he  moved  closer  towards  that  famous  Greek  hero.  ❝   Do  you  miss  the  sound  of  the  waves  so  much  in  this  vast  environment  where  the  echo  can  extend  across  the  earth  ?  ❞  He  playfully  bounced  back  with  an  large  amused  smile,  reflecting  innocence,  when  the  water  previously  watched  served  as  remembrance  lock  for  awakening  inside  Odysseus  mind  that  familiar  sound  he  heard  during  so  many  time,  pushing  him  to  the  reminder  of  his  men  waiting  him  embraced  by  the  same  sound.  ❝   Do  you  miss  the  distant  sound  of  seagulls  ?  ❞  This  last  sentence  was  expressed  with  a  knowing  gaze  again,  embracing  the  irony  of  the  reflection,  and  of  the  experience  as  a  whole,  also  vibrating  that  sound  through  the  walls,  very  distantly,  very  inaccessiblely,  to  himself  know  that  melody.  ❝   If  only  your  mind  had  been  only  clouded,  Odysseus,  you  wouldn't  have  to  suffer  the  heavy  burden  that  your  unhappy  and  wounded  and  desperate  heart  has  suffered  until  now  ---  ❞ 

Your  Lands  remains  untouched.  The  Dead  have  not  been  disturbed.  These  sentences  generated  then  the  emotion  he  wouldn't  have  expected  another  human  to  ever  see.  A  distortion  of  laughter  in  powerful  emotionality  was  heard  through  the  walls,  in  which  ocean  eyes  imposed  an  condescendance  having  no  consideration  this  time  around  for  degree  of  smallness  he  would  feel  as  a  result.  ❝   Do  you  want  me  to  bring  each  soul  of  your  men  to  your  side,  begging  you  in  every  corner,  asking  your  charitable  soul  to  save  them  from  their  fate  ?  Do  you  want  the  sound  of  five  hundred  and  fifty-eight  men  free  to  lay  out  their  score  of  hope  for  you  ?  Do  you  want  me  to  send  for  them  at  once,  so  that  they  may  show  me  how,  in  no  way,  the  Dead  have  been  awakened,  they  who  see  your  liveliness  as  a  lost  hope  ?  Imagine  all  the  things  you  could  say  to  them,  Odysseus.  Imagine  all  the  things  you  could  remember  to  yourself,  while  seeing  them,  bursting  with  piety,  wanting  only  to  see  you  one  last  time,  wanting  to  stay  by  your  side  on  the  rest  of  your  journey.  ❞  Bitter  taste  of  a  warning  remained  in  some  of  his  words,  studying  each  moment  of  a  reaction,  wanting  to  see  in  the  terror  that  had  been  awakened  and  fragmented  each  time  a  thought  was  offered  to  him.  ❝   You  are  in  my  kingdom,  Odysseus.  My  brother  may  have  been  flattered  by  your  pleas  for  a  warm  journey,  but  an  open  door  can  quickly  close.  Perhaps  your  men  offshore  will  join  you  soon,  carried  away  by  the  waves,  carried  away  by  the  sound  of  the  seagulls,  and  the  hope  you  cling  to  will  slip  away  delicately  like  a  dream  …  ❞  Apologize  or  you'll  never  come  home,  an  echo  resonating  without  lips  moving,  remaining  presented  in  the  atmosphere.

Immediate  denial  who  resonated  afterwards,  by  the  moment  he  exposed  his  single  confirmation  upon  an  fact,  didn't  changed  the  sligth  emotionless  features  upon  his  face.  Not  that  he  admired  such  breakdown  with  an  sentiment  of  appreciation  …  Nevertheless,  no  matter  how  he  could  hide  himself  inside  an  illusion,  no  matter  how  he  could  please  himself  into  an  dream,  Odysseus  wasn't  as  blind  as  Lelouch  ?  The  King  of  Ithaca  wasn't  as  much  emotionless  that  could  be  the  Emperor  of  Britannia  inside  his  manners  to  present  himself  to  the  face  of  the  world  ?  Hey,  there  was  the  shadowing  presence  of  Deimos  all  around  him,  hey  there  was  the  shadowing  fragmented  power  of  Illusions  who  embraced  his  hands  …  dear  King,  you  wouldn't  mind  an  maintained  illusory  vase  breaks  into  a  thousand  pieces  ?  Wasn't  that  the  real  truth  of  your  heart  all  this  time,  trembling  with  fear,  writhing  in  despair,  longing  for  someone  to  tell  it  that  things  would  get  better,  that  hope  was  worth  it  ?  ❝   It's  only  the  truth,  Odysseus,  king  of  Ithaca.  ❞  There  was  another  giggling  escaping  his  lips.  ❝   I  am  not  the  one  to  blame  for  the  trials  you  will  still  have  to  live,  and  it's  unfortunate  that  your  refusal  of  my  hospitality  pushes  me  to  want  to  see  true  nature  composed  by  your  heart.  Aren't  you  tired  ?  Aren't  you  tired  of  lying  to  yourself  ?  Aren't  you  tired  of  keeping  all  these  emotions  inside  you  that  must  remain  sealed  ?  ❞  I  would  break  your  locks,  one  by  one.  I  would  observe  this  bruised  heart  in  every  corner.  I  would  admire  every  dented  corner  of  your  soul.

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[shikai-the-storyteller]

I know Quackity said "Don't stress if you can't watch every single POV and if you don't know all the lore" and all that, but it genuinely frustrates me so much that I cannot, realistically, know every single detail of the QSMP storyline. Even trying to just focus on the "main" story isn't possible since so many people are doing things tied to it, and so many unexpected things happen.

I don't really have a point to make with this post, I'm just venting my frustrations. I like knowing complete stories and knowing I can't do that with QSMP frustrates me so much.

[conspiracydawg]

idk. I understand why people get very up in arms about harry potter (even though I do think that the pendulum has swung too far toward "these books are pure evil"), but it does bother me when folks say "don't pirate it it's just as bad." I could vaguely understand that if it were about, like, not blogging about it, because I can see that that might be "providing engagement" (I loosely disagree with this not only because tumblr is largely unmonetizable but because the average tumblr doesn't have many followers and is unlikely to make a dent in the prevailing anti-harry potter mindset), but it seems to me that this is becoming less "don't financially support jkr because she uses those funds to campaign against trans people," which is an extremely valid and important approach, and more "don't consume jkr content because it is capable of corrupting you and turning you into a jkr minion," which I oppose on principle

[seapasture]

i am going to sit down and draw the gentlest scene one can possibly imagine, or the pure visual manifestation of unabashed fury. there will be no in-between (unless)

[thotcontagion]

working on him AGAIN (vertex group and weight paint issues)

i feel like i might be able to work on toggles pretty soon, so i'm anxious to work on that aspect

[night-dragon937]

gods listening to music of artists that i've gone and seen in concert/at raves and just like. reliving the euphoria of the moment when i was there at the live performance like. obviously sitting at my desk with my headphones is not the same as being at a rave or concert but i can kind of capture some of the memory and those good feels are just smth else

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

Looks at the pre-constant wigfrid tea,,, also looks at how things might go if they ever do go out of the constant,,,,

adelaide (her hc real name for those who are new here) went through an entire metamorphosis from her time in the real world, to first entering the constant, to when she actually became wigfrid as we know her today. however, just because they're 'different people' doesn't mean that you can't see flickers of one in the other, or vice versa.

where there are some people (her audience, mainly) who adelaide would bend to the whims of almost immediately, beyond that she had a surprisingly strong spine. it took a lot of effort and will to claw her way to the position she had, and she did all of that on her own. it stands to reason you'd learn to stand your ground on most things (again, audience) after long enough of that.

however, um. the thing abt adelaide is that. she hates herself. and wigfrid loves herself. which makes it pretty difficult to share a lot of qualities with adelaide, when remembering adelaide too deeply makes you loose your damn mind. it's why wigfrid needs to keep the persona up. really, it's far thinner than most of the survivors would expect it to be… beyond having a better survival instinct and speaking without the accent, wigfrid reverting back to her old self wouldn't really change her by an astronomical amount.

If she were forced to go back to the real world… forced to be adelaide again. i think all of it would feel like a fever dream. i don't think she would really know how to be adelaide anymore- how to be anyone other than the persona she spent so long crafting. she's spent far too long conforming to a script to go off-book now. i think it would turn her into a paranoid recluse honestly

[demoness-one]

if i dont create a subarute at some point while owning bluebaru i stg. i need a shop soo bad. just look at this shit.... people are out here making their own baby truck i want one :'(