#just mute/block the tag if you're so bothered

[lemon-astra]

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[yerimbrit]

lovergirl : m. danielle

synopsis: even after she left you, you still came crawling back.

# : pairing ! danielle marsh x gn!reader

# : tags ! angst with a happy?? ending, this is set in like 2026, i'm... sorry(?), part 2 here

# : wordcount ! 3.6k

# : warnings ! none i think just swearing

do you know why you're at the airport?

you're 21. she's probably 21 around this time too, since her birthday was last month. you wonder where she is now, if she's doing well. but knowing her, she's probably thriving, unlike you, stuck behind deadlines and finals.

you see her everywhere. not just on billboards, advertisements, and songs, but also in the little things around your neighborhood. the small candy shop around the corner, where your parents took you and her when you behaved. the local family-owned diner, where you and her stopped by on the weekends. the playground that connected to the park in the heart of the city, where you and her played on the swings after curfew.

instead of elation that hit you when you saw these things, though, it was bittersweet nostalgia. 

...she didn't even say bye before she left.

it's not like you could blame her, though. she knew that you would convince her to stay, to not leave you alone because she was your everything. that you would take her hands in yours and look at her like she puts the stars in the sky, whispering sweet nothings into her ears like the world was going to end after midnight.

she wasn't there for graduation. or at least, you didn't see her there—she was promoting her first comeback album, or so you've heard. you'd muted nearly everything that had to do with her. it was cruel, you know that, because she hasn't even done anything wrong. but it was for the sake of your heart. you never did get to confess to her properly.

sheltering your heart was the least you could do, in the process of recovering from your heartbreak. but if you knew if you saw her again, that shell would be broken instantly.

so no, you don't know why you're at the airport, on the way to seoul to go to some fansign that you heard about just two weeks ago. 

the air of the crowded gate is suffocating, a reminder of how you felt whenever a video of her showed up on your for you page before you blocked the fan account and muted all the tags.

you breathe in, hearing a familiar-sounding laugh behind you, and you whip around only to see two random strangers talking to each other. 

'not good,' you grit your teeth. if you saw her right now you would've broke down. 

cacophonies of conversation between the crowd rang in your ears, and you groan, covering them. you couldn't wait to get on the plane so you could put on the noise-canceling headphones that you'd bought specifically for this 14 hour flight.

thankfully, your wishes were granted, and you were allowed entry onto the plane. it was a cheap economy seat—you were still a student, after all. your parents offered to pay when you told them you were going to korea, but by then you'd already bought the ticket. 

two hours in and it hits you that you're an idiot. a big idiot. you know nothing about the group she's in. buying multiple albums to go to a fansign for a group known worldwide, without even knowing the names of the members? 

you pull up their page on kprofiles and start reading, assimilating yourself with the world of... kpop. yeah. you've never bothered with kpop, even though she was an idol. it's not like you hated it, you just didn't bother getting into it. plenty of your friends were avid listeners, pouring details after details about their favorite groups to you, and that was fine. you didn't mind.

'kim minji,' you read to yourself. 22, the oldest... representative animal is a bear... yeah, you can see it. the next was hanni, the vietnamese-australian member of the group. two aussies? what a coincidence.

you read on, studying each member thoroughly before moving to the next. you make a note to watch videos on youtube about them when you get to the hotel. you read about haerin and hyein, the youngest members, then scroll back up to the member you skipped.

'danielle marsh.' 

you knew what she looked like already because of how popular the group was, but…

'she still looks the same after all these years.'

the same smile, the same eyes. you wonder if anyone else has ever seen the way her eyes twinkle under the moonlight after dark.

'hobbies: drawing, listening to music, swimming... guess she's the same girl after all.'

your seatmate nudges your shoulder, and you almost jump. "hey, are you interested in newjeans?"

he looks at you excitedly. he seemed about the same age, maybe a bit younger than you. figured there'd be at least one of their fans here. why'd you have to get seated next to one of them?

"um," you hum, "something like that."

you don't bother to tell him about your past with one of the members, or the fact that you bought albums for a chance to see them without any knowledge of who they were, because it was none of his business. god knows what would happen if you told him the truth.

he starts blabbering about how he was a fan since debut, and you tune him out, closing your eyes and putting on your headphones. it's not like he noticed, anyway. maybe you can catch up on some sleep you missed while studying.

you dream of her during your impromptu nap, waking up with tears in your eyes. the guy next to you stopped talking too, fortunately. at that rate, you thought he would've continued after the flight. 

you check the time on your phone. surprisingly, a few hours have passed, and the flight is almost over. you must've passed out completely once you shut your eyes. the flight attendant comes by to remind you to unplug your phone from the power outlet, and you patiently wait for your plane to land.

one look outside and you could see fluffy white clouds perfectly set in the air, like a painting or piece of art you could find on social media. you swear you see a rabbit shaped cloud. or maybe you've been staring too hard.

("look, y/n! doesn't that one look like a bunny?

"nah, it's definitely a cat. where are you getting bunny?"

"where are you getting cat? it's most definitely a bunny!"

"okay, okay, fine. you're right, it does look like a bunny, dani."

"see? told ya!")

'fuck,' you shake your head. you try to think about something else. the seat in front of you. the loud sound of the airplane taxiing on the runway. the aircraft marshaller directing said plane.

breathe in. one, two, three, four, five. breathe out. one, two, three, four, five.

you and your seatmate get up to exit the plane, and he flashes a polite smile at you. you offer a tight-lipped one back. the aisleway is cramped, as it always is when you fly economy, and you bump into some people. there's a gross spark of electricity every time you brush shoulders with someone, and you shiver, suddenly reminded of the need to shower when you check in to your room.

the first thing you notice when you step into the airport from the ramp is that there are many products with an idol's face plastered on the front. twice on a candy bag, bts on a bag of chips, le sserafim on a sports drink... the list goes on. it's like they worshipped these people.

...whatever makes them happy.

a crowd comes stampeding towards your direction, causing your survival instincts to kick in. you take refuge in a nearby gift shop to avoid them. the airport was already loud, but the noise increased once the crowd came bursting through.

"minji-ssi, look here!"

"hanni! i love you!"

"please do a heart pose with haerin, danielle!"

"hyein-ssi, over here please!"

your hand twitches. it's not like they were going to see you, but you inconspicuously make your swift escape anyway. there's a bittersweet twist in your stomach at the mention of her name.

instinctively, you whip your head around just in time to make eye contact with her. her mouth is agape and her eyes are widened, and she looks as if she were going to say something, but you turn back around and start power walking to the nearest exit.

does she still remember you? maybe she does, considering the expression she made when you two met eyes. and you can't help but to think, 'does she miss me?'

does she think of you the way you think about her, 24/7, 365 days a year? does she remember the memories you made together, all those years ago? and does she treat them like precious jewels in a well-kept box, or like a constant reminder of what could've been, like you do?

but you also can't help but to think about how beautiful she looked. she's matured, something that you could only sense outside of the pictures provided by the internet. and she holds herself in a poised manner with an air of elegance, but also with a sense of cheeriness and innocence well-placed.

it has been 6 years since you have seen danielle in person.

6 years since you have lost the light of your life.

and you would do anything to change that fact, but, alas, it would never come.

you think you've memorized all the members by now, binging videos of them for three days straight. of course, you went out and explored, since you were in a foreign country, but even when you were out you were still trying to learn everything you could about the group that she's in.

the night before the meeting, you don't sleep well. you wake up on your back, sweating, because you've just had a nightmare. a nightmare where you reunite with her, but she said that she never liked you, and walked away. with every step you took, the distance between you two only increased.

wiping your sweat, you take a few gulps of water from the bottle on the nightstand, taking deep breaths to try and calm your heart. it's around 7 am, looking at the digital clock on the table. the meeting starts at 12, and you have to get there by 11 before it gets too busy for you to even get in.

you walk over to the bathroom with a sense of dread, intending to take a refreshing shower to clear your head.

(it did not help. your mind remains clouded with thoughts of her. impending doom awaits you in four and a half hours.)

not knowing what else to do since you woke up too early, you get dressed and go for a walk. there's a nice, humble café two blocks down the street from your hotel, and you get a warm welcome when you walk through the doors of the establishment. the bells chime in a familiar tune, lifting your spirits ever so slightly.

of all the places you've been to since landing in korea, more than half of them have played at least one newjeans song as background music. and, lucky for you, this one is not. although it is a bit jarring to hear smooth jazz rather than the energetic voices of the girls you've been seeing everywhere.

the café is mostly quiet, aside from the clacking of the dishes and the soft chatter of the few customers also spending their morning here. you mark it as somewhere to visit again, if you ever come back to korea.

with every sip of coffee, there's an added chill to combat the blazing heat that the sun is emitting outside. the sun reminded you of her, who shines just like the sun that breathes us life. the moodmaker between the two of you, who cheered you on even on days where it felt hopeless.

but the iced beverage also filled you with energy, giving you confidence to make it through the big obstacle of the day. (and also the entire reason you even came all this way) you could face her. it's been 6 years. and, well, if it doesn't go well, then at least you'll have an excuse to never come back.

with newfound courage, you exit the café with long strides and return to your hotel room, preparing for the journey ahead. a charger, cash, and a water bottle are all secured in your small crossbody bag.

it's 10:15.

your uber comes in around 10 minutes, and you decide to wait outside in the front to save time.

the drive from the hotel to the venue is about 30 minutes. during that time, you listen to the playlist full of newjeans songs that you made on the day you landed, and take a brief power nap. 'hurt' is the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep.

you don't feel like you belong here. there's dozens, maybe around a hundred fans talking amongst themselves. from your limited korean, you could tell they were talking about their excitement for the fansign that's about to start in 15 minutes. you really wish you could share the feeling, even though you tried to get into them for three days straight.

a fan approaches you, tapping your shoulder, and you jolt. what is with people and sneaking up on you?

"hey!" oh, they're speaking in english. that makes this easier for you.

"hey," you echo, waving to them. upon closer look, you could see that their tote bag is decked out in merch, from keychains to stickers and a... hanni photocard? you think it's hanni. it's hard to tell when they change their hair colors every comeback.

they notice you staring, and smile at you. then they reach into their bag and pull out a clear goodie-bag containing some stickers and a lomo card.

"would you like one? i ran out of the others, sadly, but i do have hanni and danielle," they say, pulling out another bag which you presume has the other member mentioned.

the iridescent glow of the transparent bag shimmers in your eyes, and you blink. "oh," you start, "i think i'll have hanni."

the goods are handed to you, and you exchange friendly goodbyes. you wistfully look at the card inside the bag, mixed feelings swirling in your gut. it's for the better.

you have a couple more interactions with other fans, some giving you freebies like the first one, and some enthusiastically chatting to you about the group. your initial feelings of discomfort, are, admittedly, still there, but there's an added layer of pleasantness on top now.

weaving through the crowd to get to your assigned seat, you clutch the strap of your new tote bag containing all the things fellow(?) fans have given you.

the tote was another one of the things given, and you think the design is pretty neat, with a nicely placed logo and slogan in a chic style. you might actually use it after today, too.

the announcer calls for the fansign to commence, and five girls file in from a side entrance, their managers and bodyguards following alongside. immediately, the venue erupts in cheers from the audience, shouting affectionate phrases to the members, similar to what happened at the airport.

influenced by the majority, you cheer as well, although it was cut short when you realized that internally you were so out of place.

the group begins with some simple conversation starters, such as 'how are you' and 'have you eaten?' with as much energy as when they came in. you don't exactly know what's happening, so you sit and wait patiently for the event to start. everything seems so daunting.

finally, after around 5 minutes of greetings, the actual signing is starting. you're seated in the middle, which works out in your favor; not one of the first ones to come up and have to face her, but also not one of the last ones and lose your courage. you watched the interactions, the delusion-inducing actions that each of the girls provided, and the poses that they did together. the people around you were either taking videos, pictures, or excitedly talking to their friends beside them.

as the amount of rows in front of you remaining to go up and talk to the girls dwindles down, your heart sped up, thudding against your chest. an even bigger sense of dread instills in you, legs unmoving when the row directly in front of you comes back to sit down. you get nudged by the person next to you to move, and you shakily bring yourself to apologize and get a move on.

what would her reaction be? would she be shocked? happy? maybe mad, because if she actually wanted for you to be involved in her life all this time she would've said goodbye to you, or kept in touch. maybe you should just leave. you got yourself in this whole predicament, anyway. no one even told you to do it.

your palms are sweaty as you make your way down the velvet stairs, and you wipe your hands on your pants in nervousness and fear. eventually, the line slows down once your row reaches the table that the girls are sitting at, and you take it as a chance to try to relax.

breathe in.

five things you can see. seats, the person in front of you, the ground you are standing on, the album that you're holding to get signed (in your extensive research, people usually brought theirs to be signed on), and the table that seems so close yet so far from you. okay.

breathe out.

four things you can touch. the album, your shirt and jacket, and the bracelet on your wrist.

in...

three things you can hear. the increasingly obnoxious whirring sound of the air conditioning, the buzz of the audience, and...

fuck.

"hey, how are you?" a somewhat familiar voice asks. you say somewhat because you've only heard her voice in videos. you find yourself now kneeling in front of minji, the oldest member of the group. she's a lot prettier up close, all of them are, but it's a bit jarring to suddenly see her with your own eyes.

you clear your throat, blinking rapidly to try to focus yourself on the girl. "i'm, i'm gooth-"

...you bit your tongue. you try to laugh it off, awkward giggles slipping from your lips, and thankfully she joins you in laughing.

"that's good," she smiles, and it puts you at ease. no wonder people idolize these girls. she signs the front of the album, asks about your life, and you tell her about your school and how you're a newer fan. she waves at you with another gummy smile once your two minutes are up.

the next is haerin, who is the more reserved and quiet member of the group. there's a pair of cat ears sitting on her head, probably a gift from one of the previous fans, and she blinks at you owlishly, almost like she knew you, before a small smile settles on her face.

it is slightly unsettling, but the more you converse with her the more that feeling dissolves. she really is reserved, and the two of you exchange witty remarks with knowing grins. she signs your album just before the two minute mark.

hyein is super friendly, very high energy. you feel like she'd be a great person to be around on any given day. your conversation with her is mostly centered around food, and how she wants to visit australia again once you mentioned where you're from. she signs the album in the middle of your discussion about the best korean foods to try during your stay.

your time with hyein ends with a staring contest. (she won) and you give her a handshake after, joking about how you would win the next time. you think the sparkles in her eyes are very endearing.

hanni signs your album as soon as you set it down on the table. she's a very likable person in general; you think you could've been friends with her if she went to the same school as you. you also share the same music taste, spending your time together talking about the latest sza album and comparing hand sizes (yours were bigger, unsurprisingly)

but nothing could prepare you for the girl at the end of the table. her laugh rings in your ear from diagonally across from you, and you get a splitting headache. you mask it well enough for hanni not to notice, though, and you're able to finish the interaction smoothly.

how could anyone ever hate danielle? definitely not you. as much as you had reasons to hate her, you just couldn't bring yourself to do so much as dislike or be angry towards her. instead, you just drowned yourself in your sorrow and confusion.

she's perfect. the exact opposite of you, and yet she stayed with you until she didn't. those memories that you have together, they're so engraved in your mind, and you don't even know if she feels the same.

you slide over to the next slot, keeping your head down as you placed your album back onto the table.

heartbeat thudding in your chest. cold sweat running down your cheek. teeth biting your lip. is this the end for you? because it sure does feel like it.

when you finally do look up, and make eye contact with danielle, it feels like time has slowed even though it's really only been five seconds. her expression is mirroring yours: widened eyes, lips slightly parted. you gulp.

tears well in the corner of her eyes, and fuck everything, because you made her cry.

she blinks them away, and clears her throat, taking a second to regain her composure, and timidly calls out to you.

"y/n?"

a/n : 🤗 not the best at writing angst i hope this is ok !

[hippiegoth97]

Random Steve Thought #1

I don't write Steve very often, but here we go! (also my first time writing daddy kink, so be nice!)

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smut, established relationship, fem!reader, no use of y/n, pet names, cock warming, daddy kink, teasing, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, rough sex

Some tags: @rafeyscurtainbangs @loserboysandlithium @bimbogorewhore @queenimmadolla @keikoraven

@rattkween86 @morning-rituals @slowandsteddie @stalactitekilla @keeksandgigz

@strangererotica @thisusernameisunavailable01 @leelei1980

"Stop squirming, honey. You gotta be patient." Steve says in kind warning, his hands resting on your hips. You've been seated in his lap for the last hour, his stiff cock buried deep inside you. You'd been bothering him earlier while he was trying to work, teasing him and trying to tempt him into throwing his deadlines to the wayside for the sake of pleasing you. Unfortunately, it has backfired more than you could ever have imagined.

Steve made you strip, unbuckling his belt as you did so. He pulled his dick once you took your clothes off, giving it a couple of needy strokes. And then, he made you slowly sink down onto him, eating up the helpless whimper that escaped you as his thick cock split you open. Now here you sit, straddling the thighs of his khakis, waiting for him to let you start bouncing while he types away on his computer.

"Please, baby. I need it. Need you." You whine, your pussy constricting around him for the fiftieth time in this everlasting torture. It's taken everything in you to behave, any little shift Steve makes in his office chair makes you go just the tiniest bit more insane.

"Not yet, I'm not quite finished." Steve replies, too 'in the zone' to really pay much mind to your walls squeezing the hell out of him. It was tempting the first few times to give in and let you ride him to your heart's content, but now it's just a small, pleasurable action that motivates him to get his work done.

"Steve, you're killing me." You whine again, louder and more petulant this time. You decide to play a little dirty, leaning your head forward to start kissing his neck, whisper dirty things in his ear. If he wasn't so focused on his boring spreadsheets, you wouldn't dare to try this. Not if you didn't want to end up with your ass spanked raw, and get edged for far longer than this torment has gone on for. "Can't you feel how wet I am for you?" You ask against the firm skin of his throat, pressing a searing kiss on one of his freckles.

"I can." He answers simply, shifting a little in his seat at you teasing him. If he wasn't so close to finishing this damn thing, he'd be bending you over the desk to dole out your punishment. He allows you to keep going, letting out a muted groan when your teeth worry his flesh into a small bruise.

"Doesn't daddy wanna fuck this perfect little pussy? Hm?" You purr against the shell of his ear, taking his lobe between your teeth. He shivers at your words, making your smile spread. "C'mon, baby. Let me make you feel good. I'll do all the work, and you can get your little project done." You seductively suggest, backing up to meet his eyes. His glasses are perched on his nose, the numbers and columns of the spreadsheet reflected within the rectangular lenses.

Steve looks at you briefly, nodding his head. "Fine. Just don't block the screen." He gives you permission, and you nearly explode with happiness at getting what you desperately want.

"Wouldn't dream of it." You say with a giggle, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his shoulder to keep it out of the way. You slowly lift yourself up, gasping at the first motion you've been able to make since you first sank down on Steve's fat cock. You let yourself land on him hard, your ass cheeks clapping together from the force. "Fuck." You moan as his tip hits your g-spot perfectly. You repeat this a few more times, your noises growing louder and more needy with each rough bounce.

"Enjoying yourself, honey?" Steve asks, pressing a kiss to your own neck as he reaches the last few rows he has to fill out.

"Mhm, feels so good, daddy. Love how big you are, how you fill me up." You almost mumble the words, already cock-drunk from sitting in his lap for so, so long. You start to bounce more steadily now, rolling your hips to hit all the right angles inside your cunt. Your orgasm grows quickly deep within your belly, a roaring fire building higher and higher with each passing second. Your nails dig into Steve's back as you ride him, your pace gradually picking up a few strokes at a time.

"That's it, baby. Ride daddy's cock, fuck yourself on me as much as you want." Steve says through a moan, starting to feel the consequences of keeping himself sheathed inside you for so long. He's on the final line, nearly done with his work which feels utterly pointless now. Now, when he has you writhing in his lap like a bitch in heat, hopelessly trying to get yourself off. His fingers type furiously on the keyboard, the ceaseless clacking mingling with the slapping of skin and your beautiful noises.

"I'm getting close, Steve. Need you to help, make me cum, wanna make a big mess for you." Words of pleasure continue to spill from you, your climax nearing closer as you pick up speed yet again. Your muscles work overtime, riding Steve's dick with all your might. You can feel his balls tightening just behind you, he's right alongside you on the journey to bliss.

"You got it, baby." Steve says as he completes his work for the night. He doesn't even bother to close the program, or push away from his desk. The second his task is done, his hands meet your waist with a firm, yet loving grip. He leads you in your bounces, while also thrusting up into your soaked pussy. Your moans and whines only get louder, needier. And they are music to his fucking ears. "Look at me, honey. Watch daddy while he fucks you." He commands breathlessly, sweating through his shirt as his high approaches.

You lift your head to obey him, finding his bespectacled eyes boring into you with intense desire. "So close, so so close. Make me cum, need it so bad. Please, daddy, please, please..." You babble at him mindlessly, your brain completely shut off and only driven by the need to explode with ecstasy. You're almost in tears, clinging to his broad shoulders for dear life while you pound yourselves into one another.

"Keep going, baby. Such a good girl, you can do it. Make us both cum, help daddy make us cum." Steve murmurs back to you, just as drunk on your drenched pussy. The two of you don't stop, holding each other as close as you can, thrusting and bouncing like the world is going to end in the next thirty seconds.

Then, you feel it. The tell-tale signs of your orgasm. Your limbs start to go fuzzy, and the pleasure is almost too much to bear. Your insides begin to flutter, and an inhuman cry is just waiting to escape your lips. "Steve. Don't stop...Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum..." You gasp as you're right on the edge, ready to burst into flames. "Oh, FUCK!" You cry out as the waves of bliss finally wash over you, crashing down hard as your thighs tremble.

"That's it, baby. Good girl." Steve grunts as your walls snap around him so tight, bringing him down right alongside you. "Shit." He hisses as thick white ropes spill from his cock, coating your insides with the sticky cum you crave. A long, low groan leaves him as he rides out both of your highs, thrusting into your pussy harsher and quicker until the pleasure dissolves. His head falls back, a sigh of satisfaction leaving his lips. You collapse forward into him, breathing hard against his shirt. "That's my girl." Steve coos, stroking your damp hair as the bright light of the computer shines down on your glistening body, all fucked-out and pretty, stinking of sex and sweat. Just the way he likes it.

[rey-jake-therapist]

Respectfully asking for anti-Haladriels to stay the fuck out of our tags please. Wether it's to promote your Sauron or Galadriel x OC/Elrond/whoever fic or just for the sake of sharing your negative opinion on the ship, just, please, don't use our tags to do that.

Shitting on the ship using the tags usually used by shippers isn't going to go the way you think. Nobody's going to stop shipping Galadriel and Sauron because you, a stranger on Tumblr, will whine that Sauron "can't love" or that "it's abusive !" in our tags.

As far as I'm concerned, it'll only get you an instant block, and I'll keep shipping them. I can't speak on others' behalf, but I personnally don't give a fu*k about your opinion. I'm a grown ass woman who knows exactly what she signed up for lol

I'm bothered when I find your negative opinion of my ship clogging the Haladriel tags though, because that's not what I search the tags for.

You're tired of seeing Haladriel posts all the time? Honestly, I GET IT : I rarely ship myself, and I often found very annoyed at the fans of a fiction I like because they reduce everything to one ship... So yeah, I completely understand that it can be annoying. But here's a solution I found :

MUTING !

It's very easy to do, you'll probably see a certain number of grey boxes appearing on your dashboard because, well, there are many Haladriel related posts. But believe me, it's better than feeling that you've got some sort of "mission" to tell shippers that they're wrong and delusional to ship Galadriel and Sauron. It's not going to work, alright? Just put it in your head, once and for all. It's not going to work. Nobody's going to stop because you'll have clogged our tags with your anti rhetoric.

You want to feel free to moan about Haladriel... do it your heart's content, but please don't use our tags to do that ! It's just... basic fandom etiquette.

P.S: Of course the same courtesy should be asked from Haladriel shippers... Don't use others ships' tags to shit on said ship. Idk, it's the bare minimum of courtesy to let people enjoy fiction the way they want to do it.

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/765221485179731968/writing-about-my-favorite-characters-as?source=share

I'm really sorry to hear you're going through this, anon. I'm even sadder that it's not an uncommon story.

As another trans writer (trans woman, in my case) that's stumbled into other people eviscerating her works for "fetishizing" and being "het in f/f's clothing" I really sympathize with you, dude. The way I look at it is that you cannot try alter who you are for these people. They will always find a way to dislike you because you are their ideological enemy. They dislike seeing trans men in what they see as their ship tags, not yours, so they will always find something they view as a flaw and flog you for it until you either conform or leave.

I've had a similar experience to yours, though not a literal thread dedicated to me. Ouch. I write f/f and sometimes that features non-op/pre-op trans characters because I am personally non-op after many years on E, and I'm always astounded by how it obviously upsets people that otherwise claim to be progressive. I also tag things extensively and I even include some terminology clarifications at the beginning of smut fics so that everyone knows what they're getting into. It doesn't matter to them. It'll never matter to them what you or I do, so why bother trying to coddle them?

There are readers that like my works, but after walking into a fandom Discord's NSFW fic channel, I saw how many people assume that my fics are written by a cis person or the fabled Dirty Fetishizer. It's one thing to intellectually know this happens and another to see your own work - something that you as a trans person created to talk about some part of yourself - ripped apart as this nasty tripe that no "real" trans person would write or read.

To make matters worse, I saw all that after I went through a rather nasty spate of transphobic anons when the fandom was very young. It was so tiring. I was exhausted. Seeing virulent hate in the real world and then having it thrown in my face for writing characters in a way that people disagreed with was just too much for me.

My way of dealing with this was disengaging from my own fandom, turning off anons on tumblr, and blocking anyone I even felt slightly annoyed by just in case it boiled over into something else. It sucks, but it's how I continue to have fun with writing for my ships. I basically never go into my ship tags on Tumblr now, I curate whose fics I read carefully, and I only hang out in one Discord server that's very small. I still read and comment on others' works when I have the mental bandwidth for it, but I avoid most other writers, especially those I don't know just in case they're part of that -phobe segment, and keep the most vocally unpleasant authors permanently muted for my own sake.

Frankly, it is what it is, as thought terminating as that phrase can be, and I gave up trying with these people/this fandom. You could keep trying to interact with the greater fandom, but you should block the assholes that disregarded your lived experience for your own mental health.

It's an isolating process for sure, but that's why I supplemented it with seeking out other fandom friends, most of whom are trans. Maybe we disagree with headcanons, and in a lot of cases we're polar opposites, but we all stick together because otherwise we're all thrown into isolation. That, and I always try to focus on the folks that do like what I write.

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[knific]

hi im john! or zero. i'm a LEESBO and i draw stuff : also im multifandom and i switch interests almost monthly. if you follow me for one thing you might not get that.

i'm fifteen and from the southeast of asia. i can speak different languages but i only prefer being spoken to in english lol!

also we MIGHT be mutuals. this isn't my main blog and that was actually a mistake because i didn't know how to use tumblr by the time. if you see you're being followed by some user called epicflowpow then I guess we're mutuals :') that's my main blog that im inactive on! lol! it's hard to explain

byf:

i have bad memory don't expect me to remember anything personal like ur birthday,

i make sex jokes sometimes ok if ur not comfortable lmk and ill stop,

i post what i want, i might post blood, gore, etc. anything i post may be triggering, if you don't like it block me! the only form of censoring you'll get is the tags so get ready to mute a few (ex: cw blood, cw knife, cw suicide)

my social skills suck.. you can try to talk to me but i get very nervous when talking privately and i might say things i don't mean

i am sometimes rude but it's just for fun lol i don't actually mean it,

i don't reaalyyy use tonetags but ill use them when my wording starts to sound a little serious

uhhh i make homophobic jokes because it's FUNNY. im actually a person of the bacon community though so yeah.

i like to cuss my faves out. i will say very very mean stuff about them and I won't state whether it's positive or negative. if you don't like that then you should probably not read the tags sometimes

i ironically use emojis like 😂🥺🥹😜 etc

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dni: i don't have a dni because people are gonna interacr with me anyways. ill block whoever makes me feel uncomfortable and who not (pr/shipp*rs are not exceptions lol ALL will be blocked)

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also i do requests! here are like. rules for my requests n stuff:

i think im most likely to do EVERY request you guys give me, so go crazy! i just won't do it quickly. because im not an art machine

i do any reqs, but i will less likely do/will put for last the oc requests lol :)

okay when I said any reqs i lied: just don't request me taco x pickle loll it's for the sake of some of my mutuals :) i can still draw them hanging out but it won't be tagged as ship or implied ship

i also do any fandom but again i will less likely do fandoms im not in lol

uhh. if im uncomfortable with a ship in particular ill just ignore your req don't bother sending it again or im gonna give you a beating

complicated styled characters are ok but if you wanna give me a first good impression don't send them or you're literally breaking my fingers physically

also comics scare me if you request those too you're also breaking my fingers (it's not prohibited though you can send them but ill cry)

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tags

0 art: for my art

0 ask: for asks

0 req: art requests!

0 s req: things people draw for me :)

0 reblogs: for reblogs (best muted)

0 txt: me talking

0 talk: me talking w other ppl

0 fave: favourites/saving for later

0 other: other

[not-poignant]

Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing? with the understanding that no advice is universal of course

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

So I have a ton of stuff in the Pia on Writing tag that goes into a lot of detail but (with the caveat to ignore anything that doesn't work for you):

Learn to love your mistakes, because you must make a lot of them to get good at writing, so if you hold back because you're worried about your writing being bad, your shooting yourself in the foot. Your writing HAS to be bad for it to get better. Or: You need manure/shit (bad writing) to grow a really good garden (good writing). You want a good garden? Start shoveling the shit in, lol.

Clever marketing won't solve not putting the hours in to hone your craft.

In fanfiction, make sure it's fun. That doesn't mean it can't be hard sometimes, that you can't dread editing sometimes or drafting, that you can't have sadder times, but make sure that the overall net is always positive. Otherwise, take a break.

In professional writing, learn how to stop waiting for inspiration to strike, and learn to turn up on that dance floor on your own. Inspiration is a fickle dance partner, it often won't turn up unless you develop the discipline to turn up first.

Sometimes the writing you absolutely slog through that feels stilted and bad is some of your best writing. Just because it feels clunky when you're writing, doesn't mean it reads clunky. Just because it feels smooth when you're writing, doesn't mean it reads smooth. Your emotional state at the time of writing does not determine the quality of writing. Feeling good while you're writing =/= good writing. Likewise feeling bad while writing =/= bad writing.

You do not need a daily habit to be good at writing. Develop one if you want one, but personally I don't have one and I'm super happy that way. Take your weekends, have your leisure time, goddamn it, don't be a terrible boss to yourself.

Writing can be both lonely and exhausting - make some non-douchey writer friends (or artist or creative friends), and make sure you take breaks. Because writing is so cerebral, you'd be surprised how much physical activity can help with recovery, like stretching, gentle walks, workouts, etc.

Eat brain food. Snacking during writing is actually normal. I have nuts on hand for protein boosts, but I'll also eat chocolate or snack on quick energy boosts.

Stay hydrated.

Ignore any writing advice that goes 'you must do this in order to be a writer' or 'you have to do this one thing to be successful.' They're wrong. There is no one-true-path in writing with the exception that you do have to write in order to like...be a writer, imho.

You are going to want to compare yourself to others, but be very aware of who you're comparing yourself to. If you're new, why are you comparing yourself to someone with 10-20 years of experience? If you're disabled and fatigued, why are you comparing yourself to able-bodied writers? Stop competing with people outside of your metaphorical weight class, they're not your competition. I'm not going to tell you not to compare yourself to others, but be very careful of how you compare yourself to others. I've had new writers be like 'I could never do your wordcounts (so I'm not as good of a writer)' and like, no friend, neither could I 10 years ago. This is literally a decade of hard work and practice. Some skills really just come with time. (Also most writers are more successful after writing less words than me so y'know lol).

If you get shitty comments/critiques, remind yourself that if you wouldn't take personal advice from a complete stranger like this (and you wouldn't), then their shitty comments/critiques aren't worth your time either.

On AO3, the delete, block, moderate comments function and mute buttons are all free. USE THEM. Don't bother giving haters airtime on your fics. Elsewhere on the internet, as much as you can, try and ignore review sites. Like seriously.

Learn your writing style. Practice planning, plantsing and pantsing! Practice writing one thing or more than one thing at a time. Practice different genres. You might be surprised at what fits you as a person! Think of it like being a musician, you're not trying to be a band that already exists, you're trying to be your band and you're trying to find your sound.

You're probably very good at noticing your weaknesses, get good at noticing your strengths, and use those to shore up the places where you're still building skills.

Do writing prompts. I cannot stress this enough, but learn how to write settings. Describe the dialogue of a friend. Write a character dossier on a television character. Practice worldbuilding, practice character building.

Fill the well. Read broadly across many genres. Watch many different types of media. Listen to many audiobooks. The best way to not sound derivative of a particular order is to saturate yourself with inspiration from hundreds of different places.

That's probably enough! dklsjfdas

~

From this meme!

[rafayel-fishie-moving]

— this is a GIMMICK BLOG, everything here is FICTIONAL. do not take it so seriously. i have no affiliations with infold, papergames or any other franchise pertaining to the company or its developers. this blog is used for entertainment purposes only and nothing more. 

listen, i'm more than happy to feed your guys' delusions, but this is a two-way street and boundaries are to be set, followed and honored, just as i would honor yours. so please read this post carefully, i'll know if you bothered to or not.

the OP of this blog is an adult. minors should not interact or follow, if i find out that you are following this blog and are underage, i will not hesitate to block you — this goes for ageless blogs as well. if i have to struggle trying to find an age indicator on your blog, i will simply block. engaging in anything NSFW underage is NOT something to laugh about. please do not be that person.

before i move forward, make sure to check out all the other lovely love and deepspace character blogs. their admins are absolutely darling and portray these characters beautifully! ↓

Caleb 🛩️ -> @caleb-pilot

Zayne ☃️ -> @zayne-snowman

Xavier 💫 -> @xavier-starlight

🤍 Thomas 🖌️ -> @thomasicism

Jeremiah 💐 -> @jeremiahofphilo

Tara 🔮 -> @taraandtarot

Greyson 🩺 -> @drgreysonmd

MC ❤️‍🔥 -> @aethercodeevol

Ⱥʂէɾą 🚫 -> @sasstras-gaze

Jenna 🛡️ -> @unicorns-captain

taken emoji anons: 🌷, 💜, 🪽, 🌱, 🔍, 🦄, 💍, 🥀, 🐉, 👾, 💤, 🦚, 🪼, 🖍️, 🐡, 🦈, ❄️, ⏳

— there are 3 rafayel 'personas' you can choose from to interact with. when you send an ask, please be sure to indicate which one you want to interact with, otherwise i'll just assume you want to talk to his renown artist persona.

each rafayel will be color coded when speaking like so:  ⛓️ abysswalker!rafayel 🌊 god of the tides!rafayel 🎨 artist!rafayel additional note: rafayel can be a little shit and blunt, please keep this in mind especially if you are highly sensitive or easily offended. (mans offended me one too many times in-game🤚 but we still out here.)

— NSFW/suggestive asks are fine to send, but please leave some indicator otherwise i won't know what you're trying to go for and i do love to deliver to the best of my ability but i can't if i'm confused.

to ensure your safety, please feel free to block/mute the following tags: cw: suggestive | cw: explicit

— i will refer to the askers with she/her pronouns, but please do not hesitate to let me know if you do have preferred pronouns. i'm more than happy to change the response to honor them.

— feedbacks will always be welcomed; it helps me with improvement and further developing this blog. just don't be an asshole when you're trying to approach me about it, because i won't take it too kindly.

— 99.9999999% of the posts on here will be from rafayel's POV, and not mine. my indicators will be as followed: after [ or 🫧 and/or tagged with '🫧 rafayel's taking a break'.

— this blog will never be my first priority over my IRL priorities, so please be mindful of this. i also have a full-time job averaging 40+ hours a week and my replies truly depend on rafayel's mood sometimes. but, i'll get to them, all i ask in return is patience and understanding. (please mirror this for my beloved admins running the other character blogs, too.)

i am aware that asks can be eaten and it's fine to nudge me asking if i received it or not, i'm more than happy to confirm; however, please refrain from being too persistent especially if i confirmed that i did receive it already.

blog established 2024/04/08 * this post will be updated from time to time.

[ichinoue]

How did you avoid becoming just like the toxic IRs or Bleach shippers in retaliation? I've been attacked for liking a ship and your blog helped me a lot to be secure in my tastes and to realize the haters were unfair, but I don't want to become toxic right back. Do you have any advice for that, for people who got hurt in a ship war to not become cruel themselves?

Oh man, I think it helps that I didn't join the fandom until I was an adult. Like, if I had been a vulnerable kid or teenager getting harassed by the grown ass internet bullies of the IR fandom, that would have been hard to keep a tough skin lmao. They were relentless, and a lot of them didn't even care if the people they were going after were underage at the time.

But my advice to anyone who feels like they're caught up in toxic shipwars or fandom stuff would be to curate your own spaces online, and to weed out the things or people who bring any kind of negativity! The block button is great, especially if someone is sending hate directly to you. Don't engage, just block. And depending on which site you're using, you can usually block or mute certain words or topics if you notice that the algorithm keeps putting stuff that you don't want to see on your feed or dash or whatever it may be.

The shipwars are nowhere near as bad as they used to be now that it's been years since Bleach ended, and I mainly just stick to my dashboard on here for any kind of fandom stuff now, so I don't really see any of the negative stuff that goes on anymore?? But back in the day whenever I saw people coming into the ichihime tag and posting hateful things, I'd block the account on sight so all their posts would disappear. My block list was a mile long by the time we got to the final arc lol.

I've also made it like, an unwritten rule for myself to never venture into any forums or reddit threads or youtube comment sections where there are likely to be shipping debates, because I just know it's inevitable that I'm going to see some stuff that will annoy me, so I avoid it lol. And I never seek out people or comment sections to debate about ships. Some people are into that, but I'm just not.

Another thing is, I don't do any kind of "hate searching." You know the thing where you like, purposely go to a blog or a page you don't like just to see what the opposition is saying? Like you *know* it's going to bother you but you can't help but look?? I did that sometimes back in the day, but I don't anymore, and it's given me so much peace of mind lmao. I just feel like, out of sight, out of mind is the way to go. I don't see it, I don't know it's happening, so it has no effect on me. It's like the "no thoughts, head empty" meme and it's glorious lol.

[bite-scars]

18+, MINORS DNI

Ageless blogs will be blocked

Dark kink and fiction blog. Seriously, if any specific kinks or dynamics bother you, this is likely not a safe or pleasant place to browse. Look after yourself ♡

This post will update periodically, please keep an eye out for Limit changes and etc

About Me

I follow/like from @corvid-cerebrum, check it out for a more well-rounded experience i guess lol

My name's not a secret or anything but I'd prefer you use petnames or nicknames (Birdie and doll are the first that come to mind, Kid counts as a petname with the right energy lol. Nothing is explicitly ruled out as of yet but a helpful "no" list will be made eventually)

I have self-harm scars. I'm not clean from it, i don't see myself quitting, it is partially a kink thing. Things may appear in photos. Any blood will be appropriately tagged. I in no way want to encourage it for anyone else, it's a terrible coping mechanism and can be extremely dangerous. If it makes you uncomfortable please block. I find them attractive on myself and am content with this. I don't intend to hide myself on my own blog or feel shame for feeling attractive, it would go against the entire purpose of having this blog in the first place. Posts mentioning it explicitly will be tagged with "tw sh" for those with that muted/blocked. Please respect this warning and proceed according to your best interests.

5'1 short king mama ey

Nonbinary/genderfluid transmasc, certified prettyboy, working on getting T and top surgery

They/them primarily but really wanting to test out he/him and it/its more

Just a little creature. A housecat. A pretty bird. An unknown entity to study and unravel and pick apart piece by piece to see what makes it tick.

AuDHD

Bi/pan, aro+ace-spec

Switch, dom-leaning in theory, sub-leaning in practice (for now)

Married ♡

Poly but not currently interested in/in a place for building new connections

Just here to figure out what I'm into, explore gender a bit, and embrace the art of posting explicitly horny cringe (art, writing, fan content, thirst posting, anything I still get embarrassed over people seeing).

The goal is to eventually use this like my main but with 0 shame, so it might end up pretty eclectic.

Boundaries

Not comfortable with direct flirting or dms in general (unless asking me to remove a tag from your post or something like that)

Asks to talk about kinks, posts I've made, or anything else really are ok but not guaranteed to be answered due to low social battery ^^; I do love interacting when I'm able, I'm addicted to attention ;p

I'm not Super into the whole mutuals thing as of yet (on account of the afformentioned social battery) but that may change as I get more comfortable here :)

I mostly only tag for clarity/categorization

(ie if you have any big Nopes please tread carefully)

• ♧ - Fictional Characters Only. I like the concept/kink but primarily to explore through characters and not myself

• ♤ - I'm picturing myself on the dominant side of the concept

• ◇ - I'm picturing myself on the submissive side of the concept

• ♡ - both is good

• Need - would like to try something similar irl given the right opportunity

• Spare Parts - pictures of me :3

• Not a kink - just yapping bc I feel safer posting over here than on main ig lol

• Art, Writing, Fic, Word Vomit, Concept - Things I've made myself, all pretty self explanatory. The difference between Writing and Fic is just ocs vs existing characters, Word Vomit is effectively brainstorming out loud anything i don't have the energy to structure into a better format, Concept is effectively the middle ground between Writing and Word Vomit.

• the wolverine brainrot strikes again - also self explanatory-- If you're trying to avoid spoilers like the plague or have beef with this guy/people drooling over him feel free to block this one lol

○ I might also tag for specific ocs/ existing characters, depending. If you're not ok with blorbo-tagging on your posts just shoot me a dm and I'll untag that bit and do my best to avoid doing so in the future, no problem at all :)

More may be added in the future but this is a good starting point i think

Body-related language/terms I vibe with:

Ok: chest, dick, tdick, cock, hole, boyhole (could refer to front or back). Pussy and cunt are on thin ice for the time being

No thank you: clit, breasts, tits, most other words typically used for boobs, you know how it is

Kinks/Limits List

Subject to change and fill up more as I figure things out

Favorite

Finally some good fucking food, foaming at the mouth about it, shows up in more fantasies than not, etc etc

Biting

Marking

Cnc

Knifeplay

Into

Cheers I'll drink to that bro

Praise

Bondage

Exhibitionism (i like feeling like art on display in particular 🌸)

Size kink

Teratophilia

Corruption

Rarely into, but not Never

Very picky about it, or very dependent on my mood

Petplay

Hypnosis

Roachification

Exploring

I have feelings about it but I'm not sure what kind yet

Fauxcest

Ageplay

Hard Pass

Mostly no shade, just not for me

Detrans

Scat

Any kind of food/weight control

It should go without saying that anything genuinely (as in, not solely fantasy/negotiated/roleplay/etc) nonconsensual or harmful (RACK excluded ofc, mentioning for clarity) is not acceptable here, DNI

I also just block anyone that makes me uncomfortable or is an outright dick✌️ protecting my peace.

[maagi3]

Fandoms and Characters

Because it's so relevant in the purview of my current fandom obsession, I wanted to put my thoughts out on fandoms and the characters that people latch onto.

When someone latches onto a character, there's usually a reason for it. Whether it's their physical appearance, their personality, their aesthetic, their voice, their story -- there are so many ways someone might attach to a character. And the creatives of the fandom will, of course, create.

What I don't get, and something that continues to baffle me especially with characters I like, is how someone can claim to be a fan of a character (or characters) and yet strip every single identifying feature of said character in their creative work. What part of the character do you like if you're going to entirely change their personality and their interactions with other characters? Especially in the written word, what is the point of writing a story if the character no longer resembles their namesake?

It becomes even worse in the shipping part of fandoms. People are, of course, allowed to ship the characters they want to ship. I can happily block or mute the tags associate (which, of course, requires the creative to tag things properly). But that doesn't stop me from questioning how someone can like a ship when they completely change both characters and erase every identifying feature they have from the source material. I suppose the superficial idea of two people that someone likes physically and doesn't care about any other trait could explain it, but it just feels like you should be writing OCs at that point. When the character is tagged as coming from a source material yet doesn't look, act, or sound like said character, why bother tagging them at all? And it isn't necessarily a case of characterization preferences -- many characters have clearly defining features that, when removed, make them seem very unlike the character they're tagged as being.

It's particularly relevant now with my current obsession/ship. Anyone that looks at my blog or my AO3 would, of course, know what I'm talking about, but for the sake of keeping this more general I won't post them here. I simply cannot read almost any fic written about my current obsession because the characterization of these characters is so thoroughly botched that if I see them in the tags, I just assume that they aren't the characters that I'm looking for. And I won't sit here and say that my writing keeps them in character any better than others, but I do actively try. I want them to sound like they're supposed to sound, be who they're supposed to be, not some idealized version of them from a source separate from the canon. Even for AUs, I want the characters to still be recognizable. And regardless of opinion, I like to think that I'm successful.

I don't really have anything else to say, it's just something I wanted to get written out somewhere. It can be cathartic to blog about it somewhere that isn't just private, that is open for others to read, even if I'm not really looking for a debate or responses from anyone. At the end of the day, the only person I can control is myself and the content I create. Which I will happily continue to do.

[steviewashere]

Let's have a quick little conversation, Stranger Things fandom. This is a conversation for everybody, including those who create the amazing things we pass around our table of stories like bowls of mashed potatoes.

A lot of you guys are fucking mean. And I'm not talking regular mean. I'm talking a rotting, moldy, dilapidating, squelching sort of mean. I should know, I've given way too many speeches about this kind of shit. So, you're gonna listen good.

The new trend I'm seeing is bullying the bodacious babes within our community, and I won't fucking stand for it. I've had my fair share of bullying, both as the victim and as a bystander, and it's exhausting to have it spread into such a tight-knit space like this.

Let me reintroduce you to some wonderful technology on here, you hateful pieces of shit (no, I'm not talking about the people who are actually nice, but please continue to read this). (And, I'm not gonna be nice to people who are blowing up babe's Tumblr inboxes and anon messages and Twitter replies and AO3 comments. Or people sending death threats and threats of sexual violence. Because you don't deserve kindness. Not anymore.)

There's a "close tab" button located conveniently below your address bar. There's also a little bar on the side of your screen that lets you scroll all willy-nilly away from things you don't like. AND there's a "block" button! Oh, let's not forget the "mute tag" button! (Explosion sound effects here.) Isn't that crazy?! You can block anybody you want. You can scroll away. You can close out of a fic you're reading or a fanart you're viewing.

Isn't that wonderful? Because then, you don't ever have to see it again.

Fandom is a space for everybody, no matter what someone enjoys. Even if it's dead dove fics or unconventional kinks or relationship dynamics that may come off as "abusive" or "toxic".

If topics that are considered unsightly to you really bother the fuck outta your soul, then just ignore 'em. Ignore them. Leave them alone. Art, no matter the form, has always been made to make a statement; art is meant to be uncomfortable sometimes; art comforts those who may have gone through the same or similar experience.

Not everything is for you. That's what's so wonderful about tag filtering and muting tags and blocking users and content. That's what's so wonderful about the internet. You can get away from things that would otherwise be triggering for you.

You don't have to read everything. Or view everything. Or like everything.

Somebody else will like that piece of art, guaranteed.

And to artists, whether you're a writer or a painter or a scrapbooker or whatever you do that pleases your senses, continue to create. Continue to create because you do enjoy it, even if sometimes it seems that nobody does. Take breaks as needed. Walk away if you have to. That's alright. Taking care of yourself is so important and nobody is allowed to tell you otherwise. But at the end of the day, you are the poet and the artist and the muser. You are the creator.

The first person you should create for, because all fan work is self-indulgent on some level, is yourself. Always create for you. Create because it's something primal. Because it's an instinct.

Not everything is beautiful. But art can be beautiful. You make it beautiful. Your minds are beautiful. Everybody is gorgeous.

Fandom is like a museum, babes. Sometimes, the creator is going to be walking the same room as you, viewing their paintings sidelong. Keep your voices down, move on if you don't like the painting they made, and find something you do like. You're allowed to do that.

But by the gods, be thoughtful, be kind, and remember that the creator is always standing behind you in the art hall. And they're sharing their craft with you. And they don't have to. And sometimes they don't want to. But they do it anyway. Because it's important to create and tell their story and reflect on what is otherwise something shitty.

Telling stories is part of human nature. We've been doing it for centuries. It's in our blood. Don't be the reason somebody's blood turns cold or their pens fall dried or their mouths clink shut. Art is an objectively subjective form of culture, it changes from where you're going to where you've been and it's always changing and not every aspect is for you.

You do it for you, though. At the end of the day, your art should matter because it's an appendage of you. You're wonderful, you're beautiful, you're talented, and you're worthy of what you do. Because you're doing it. At the end of the day, you're doing it. That's something that matters.

But what matters most?

You do. You're the heart of everything you do. You're part of the thousands of arteries in the community we've built, you are the vessel carrying life in this community. And damnit, what a good job you do. You matter. At the end of the day, you will always matter.

Always. You will always matter.

[olderthannetfic]

The OOC conversation and the (at times) anger towards fics that are perceived as OOC is fascinating, if a little worrying. Very often the people writing those fics genuinely don't think they're writing OOC, and are trying to write the characters well. They just see them differently, and if a fic is particularly OOC it's (at least in my experience) often by someone newer to writing. Writing in character is a skill that takes time to learn, and even so, not everyone sees characters the same way. And I don't think we should! That would make fandom a rather boring place.

My wife and I are both in fandom, though we rarely cross into the same ones. When we have, we see characters wildly differently, and if we both write the same trope, we're going to have different characterisation. Neither of us are wrong, we're just different. I don't tend to read her fics when we do crossover, and she doesn't read mine, as we find the writing a bit OOC. But we both enjoy writing them, and are both writing the characters how we individually see them. Neither of us are wrong in how we choose to write.

And yes, some fics are genuinely horrifically OOC for one reason or another, and the author doesn't tag how I think they should in some instances. But at the end of the day, who cares? Block or mute the author, backspace out of a fic if you start it, and go about your day.

And before anyone comes at me with pitchforks, I know the vast majority of people understand this, and likewise know people (like me) sending in anons are simply frustrated. However, reading some of the asks/responses, and having spent a lot of time in fandom, there very much are people who are bothered by this to the point where it affects their fandom experience. And, to those people, why does it matter how someone else sees a character? Sure there's the control thing, the "if you don't like it like I do you're a bad person", etc, but I suppose I always thought of that as more of an anti mindset overall, and I don't tend to think of people here, or people in the circles I stay in, as anti-leaning. I'd like to think most people get that fandom = escapism, but having seen some discussions with hardcore proshippings in a recent server.... I'm not so sure. it seems to be beyond annoyance for some people, to the point where the level of vitriol and hatred towards OOC fics approaches the way anti's talk about "bad ships", and that's giving me some pause. Because at the end of the day.... who cares? Even when it's 90% of the fandom and is annoying, why is people writing for escapism and for their personal enjoyment worthy of (using an example from a server) "spamming their comments until they warn it's OOC or delete" as these fics "ruin fandom for everyone." Bestie, it' just people trying to have fun.

TLDR, to the people who are genuinely angry and negatively affected by fics they see as OOC, why does it actually affect you beyond annoyance/minor frustration (I was in a fandom overrun my coffeeshop AU's written by teens, I get the annoyance, seriously, I wrote pretty much all the things I wanted to read) when someone else writes in a way you see OOC? Why does it actually matter that much?

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[lucky-clover-gazette]

some blog housekeeping!

just a reminder that i'm trying to tag all four swords posts with "fs," and there's a lot of them, so if you're not interested please consider muting that tag. i'm not sure if there are any other very popular topics that would be abbreviated as fs, but apologize if that's the case.

related more specifically to four swords:

i think it'd be hard at this point to divorce my blog from vidow as a ship, given that it's the main reason i'm interested in the media in the first place. i don't mean to sound standoffish when i say this, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you need to take responsibility for yourself and simply block me. no hard feelings at all, and no conversation necessary. i love interacting with people in the fandom, whether or not they share my shipping preferences, but accept that some people have sensitivities to the ship or the way it's discussed. if that's the case with you, you don't need to personally explain why, especially if that explanation involves judgment or shaming of me or anyone else. i'm just not your kind of person and it's just not your kind of ship, and that's okay!

moving forward, i will continue to tag some of my vidow content under the ship name when i specifically want it seen outside my normal followers/mutuals/whatever. but i won't be tagging the ship every single time i reblog or post something to do with it. please use that information to make the best choice for you.

i'm probably taking this way too seriously, especially since the majority of you guys know what i'm about at this point. thank you for being so welcoming over the past two months—fandom is just one part of my life, but it is something that i treasure, and this fandom in particular has been super creatively healing. since encountering the manga i've been fully allowing myself to bask in the hyperfixation, cringe-free, which is partially why it bothers me when the ethics of my interest are questioned. still, not an excuse to lash out. i'm an adult and i should act like one.

after this explanatory post, i intend to post what i enjoy, how i enjoy it, with the tagging i find appropriate. either you're cool with that or you're not, but this should be more than enough information to help you decide for yourself.

[quillsmora]

hi! if you’re bothered by finding peter/nebula fics in the starmora tag, you can filter out peter/nebula using the “exclude tags”. also there’s an option to mute authors on ao3 so their works don’t show up for you at all! if you’re so bothered this would be a great option for you :) i mean this in a genuinely helpful way

i can't tell if this is supposed to be condescending or not so i'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and and believe you are being genuinely helpful the way i was with that original post you're referring to.

yes, i know this, and yes, i do take advantage of the exclude tags feature (as i believe everyone should!). still, i don't see how tagging a fic with a relationship that isn't featured in the story is helpful to people looking for works either with or without that pairing, especially when "Past Gamora/Peter Quill" is a canonized additional tag on ao3 already. that's all i was saying in that post. it wasn't meant to target any specific author or work, it's just something that's been happening for a while now with non starmora fics in the gamora/peter tag, mainly with quill/thor fics.

and you don't have to listen to me! you can just block/mute/ignore and move on and keep tagging fics the way you want because the only opinion that should matter in your life is yours.

[rafayel-fishie-moving]

— this is a GIMMICK BLOG, everything here is FICTIONAL. do not take it so seriously. i have no affiliations with infold, papergames or any other franchise pertaining to the company or its developers. this blog is used for entertainment purposes only and nothing more. 

listen, i'm more than happy to feed your guys's delusions, but this is a two-way street and boundaries are to be set, followed and honored, just as i would honor yours. so please read this post carefully, i'll know if you bothered to or not.

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— there are 3 rafayel 'personas' you can choose from to interact with. when you send an ask, please be sure to indicate which one you want to interact with, otherwise i'll just assume you want to talk to his renown artist persona.

each rafayel will be color coded when speaking like so:  ⛓️ abysswalker!rafayel 🌊 god of the tides!rafayel 🎨 artist!rafayel additional note: rafayel can be a little shit and blunt, please keep this in mind especially if you are highly sensitive or easily offended. (mans offended me one too many times in-game🤚 but we still out here.)

— NSFW/suggestive asks are fine to send, but please leave some indicator otherwise i won't know what you're trying to go for and i do love to deliver to the best of my ability but i can't if i'm confused.

to ensure your safety, please feel free to block/mute the following tags: cw: suggestive | cw: explicit | cw: cnc

— i will refer to the askers with she/her pronouns, but please do not hesitate to let me know if you do have preferred pronouns. i'm more than happy to change the response to honor them.

— feedbacks will always be welcomed; it helps me with improvement and further developing this blog. just don't be an asshole when you're trying to approach me about it, because i won't take it too kindly.

— 99.9999999% of the posts on here will be from rafayel's POV, and not mine. my indicators will be as followed: after [ or 🫧 and/or tagged with '🫧 rafayel's taking a break'.

— this blog will never be my first priority over my IRL priorities, so please be mindful of this. i also have a full-time job averaging 40+ hours a week and my replies truly depend on rafayel's mood sometimes. but, i'll get to them, all i ask in return is patience and understanding. (please mirror this for my beloved admins running the other character blogs, too.)

i am aware that asks can be eaten and it's fine to nudge me asking if i received it or not, i'm more than happy to confirm; however, please refrain from being too persistent especially if i confirmed that i did receive it already.

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