#link in reblog so this doesn't get suppressed

[striffyisme]

for people in the UK, Islamic Relief have a quick and easy way for you to contact your MP and demand action be taken to stop the genocide in Gaza. you just enter your full name and address and it generates an email to your local MP for you, which can be edited if you want. the link is below, or you can go directly to the Islamic Relief UK website: https://islamicrelief(dot)good(dot)do

please don't be silent in the face of this horror

[somewhereincairparavel]

percy had an 'im a big three son' moment when he choked a goddess with her own saliva (controlling a fluid that was INSIDE her body) annabeth was terrified.

nico had an 'im a big three son' moment when he disembodied bryce lawrence (quite literally dissipating and shrinking his LIVING soul into a spirit) and threw him to the underworld, smashing his zombie warriors. reyna was terrified.

yet we were robbed of jason's 'im a big three son' moment where he sucks the air out of someone's lungs and makes them stop breathing, or damaging a person's nervous system with his lightning control, and literally cause internal bleeding, or a damaged/fried skull if he electrocuted hard enough (look up the effects of lightning damage on body y'all will get a whole list, tbh he doesn't even need lightning to do any of this, air control is more than enough since air takes charge of everything going inside the body, but this is just an added effect.) he could give people STROKES if he wanted to. he's the literal definition of burnt out kid who was suppressed from discovering the magnitude of his abilities, because one, his dad's ego wouldn't be able to handle it, two, because he, for some reason, can't be allowed to do anything other than get knocked out :/

also adding on, hardcore pjo fans know that after the ending page of boo, there's this fan story that rick chose to publish in the last few pages of the book where a fan reimagines the ending of hoo, in that work, annabeth collapses from an attack and percy sobs clutching her body. jason calmly asks him to step aside, and kneels before annabeth, jason regulates her breathing using his wind/lightning powers and brings annabeth back fully from her cardiac arrest, causing percy to be relieved. (I wanted to link the pics of the pages here so bad but I didn't have the hard copy of the book with me, and this isn't available anywhere online either, only in the original covers of boo uk and us version, so I edited this post and asked people to reblog this post w the pics if they have the hardcopy, and a kind blogger found the story I'm talking about and reblogged the pictures of the pages, you can check my reblogs of this post for the pictures of the almost all the pages after this scene) considering rick approved and even liked the fan's work well enough to publish it in the official boo book, I'd say rick was aware and never completely ruled out expanding jason's abilities and had them in mind, he simply didn't incorporate it into the books. (also W fan for giving jason the rep he deserves, I will always remember you, you saw the VISION before any of us did, the story was very well written, with great dialogue.)

[triforce-of-mischief]

Not Yet

Summary: Legend doesn't have to trigger his phobia again until he's ready. That's what Warriors tells him, at least.

Word count: 4,070

AO3

Warnings: needles, vomit

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The portal deposited the heroes on the outskirts of the Lanayru Wetlands, and Wild warned them that they might not reach true civilization during this trip. Both Zora’s Domain and Kakariko were a few days’ travel away, but the Wetland Stable was an hour or two down the road. It was better than nothing, so the group agreed to head there and get their bearings.

They had hardly reached the main road when Wind shouted excitedly, pointing to a figure approaching from the south. Legend squinted, making out a blond man riding a sturdy brown horse. The stranger slowed as he reached the heroes, calling out a greeting that Wild happily returned.

“Everyone, this is Spoone,” Wild said. “He’s a good friend of mine, and the best doctor in Hyrule.”

Legend tried to suppress a shiver. Spoone was just a man, and seemed to be a nice one at that. Legend couldn’t let Spoone’s occupation ruin his opinion of him before they even truly met. So what if he was a doctor? That was… fine.

“The only doctor in Hyrule,” Spoone corrected good-naturedly. “Not counting Doctors Calip and Robbie, whose medical skills are… lacking, anyhow.”

“I’m sure you’ll find an apprentice soon,” Wild said with a grin. “You’ll need all the help you can get to find a use for those scales, right?”

“Ah, yes! I almost forgot that you haven’t heard the news,” Spoone said, one hand absently resting on a pouch at his hip. “Through minimal trial and error, Director Purah and I were able to develop a formula that will change all of Hyrule for the better.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Four asked.

“I’m glad you asked, young man!” Spoone smiled down at Four, and Legend snickered as the teen stood a little straighter. “You see, it’s been my life’s goal to collect even a single scale from the great dragon Naydra. It’s said that her magic can cure any illness, and the thought of delivering that kind of widespread protection is almost too exciting to bear. I had nearly given up hope, but one day Link descended Mount Lanayru with more scales than my horse could carry. I brought them to Hateno, where Director Purah and I transformed them into this.”

The man retrieved a small box from the pouch and angled it so they could see. Rows of tiny vials were lined up inside, each filled with a cool blue liquid.

“Medicine?” Four guessed.

“Correct. A single dose of this stuff will prevent a hyrulian from falling to any of the diseases that spread across the land, or cure them if it’s otherwise too late.”

Warriors stared at the admittedly unimpressive number of vials. “And… this is enough to treat every person in Hyrule?”

“Yes, it is,” Spoone confirmed. “Rather than brew the scales as an elixir, we were able to implement a medical technique that has only recently been discovered since the Calamity. All I have to do is collect a fraction of a vial’s contents and inject it directly into the patient’s bloodstream via a hollow needle.”

Vaguely, Legend heard Warriors suck in a sharp breath. The captain’s words were muffled by Legend’s own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Of course. Of course.

This doctor had reinvented the very thing that was the cause of his phobia and all of its related trauma. Legend just couldn’t catch a break. He knew what would come next.

Warriors was still trying to speak to him, but Legend ignored him in favor of listening to Time.

Their leader was oblivious to Legend’s predicament, saying, “That sounds like it could be incredibly useful for a group like us. If we could travel without fear of our entire party falling ill…”

Spoone responded in the affirmative, offering to administer the medicine once they arrived at the stable. Time agreed, waving the heroes forward as Spoone led the way. Legend started to follow, walking on numb legs, and jolted when Warriors gently grabbed his shoulder.

Warriors waited a moment, holding Legend back until the others were out of earshot. “Not so fast, Lege. I saw how you reacted. If you’re not ready yet-”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m not ready,” Legend whispered. His voice would break if he spoke any louder. “This is for the good of the group. Imagine how much we could get done if none of us get sick, Wars- I can’t ruin that just because I’m a coward.”

“You’re not a coward,” Warriors reminded him. “You’re not mentally fit to go through this, so I’m not going to let you. That’s an order.”

Legend knew that this was a dangerous game, pitting his stubbornness against the captain’s protective streak. Still, he pressed on despite the part of him that begged to accept this mercy. “I’ll be a liability. I could be the one holding everyone back. Wouldn’t it be easier t-to-” His voice gave way, and he mentally cursed it for giving Warriors the proof he needed.

“We’re a team, Lege. When one of us isn’t at their strongest, we cover their weak spot. In this moment, that means sparing you from unnecessary stress. We still have a lot of work to do before you’ll be truly ready for this. Until then, and always, we have your back.”

Legend sighed, finally letting himself feel relieved that he wouldn’t have to go through this… yet. The relief was gone as soon as it came as he remembered that this was only a temporary solution.

“But it’s gonna happen eventually, it-”

“Listen to me, bud. Nothing’s happening today, ok? Right now, you don’t have to do anything.”

“Okay… promise?”

Warriors pulled him into a quick side hug. “Yeah. Promise.”

Legend shoved him away, grumbling about how they needed to catch up to the others. Warriors easily agreed, choosing not to comment on the flush blooming on the tips of Legend’s ears.

Four was walking slower than the rest, and Legend matched his pace as Warriors jogged to the front. The smith took a moment too long to notice Legend, obviously preoccupied with his thoughts.

“He said you don’t have to, right?” Four said, and Legend nodded. “Good.” He fell silent for a minute, and Legend realized that he was walking much closer than he normally did, almost letting their hands touch.

“And how’re you holding up?” Legend asked.

“I’ll be okay.”

Legend frowned, not liking Four’s subdued tone. “You sure?”

Four debated his next words, then sighed before admitting, “Red is crying.”

“What? If you’re not ready either, I’m sure you can-”

“No… I can do this today. We know how to calm him down.”

Legend chewed his lip, wondering again if he should just get it over with now. A wave of anxiety and nausea answered that question.

Four’s next step brought him even closer to Legend. Four grabbed Legend’s hand and Legend gave it a comforting squeeze. “We’ll be okay,” Four repeated.

Legend didn’t know who exactly Four was referring to, but he believed him.

They caught up to the rest of the group, and Four left to check on Sky. Warriors was talking with Spoone as Wild and Wind chattered nearby. Legend joined them, unaware that it was a bad idea to tune into the younger boys’ conversation.

“I was one of the subjects of Spoone and Purah’s experiments, so I know what it feels like,” Wild said. “It hurts, more than a bokoblin club but not as much as a lynel charge. It kinda feels cool, you know? Monsters usually leave surface scratches or wide wounds but with an injection, you can feel the needle going in your arm.”

“Cool! I can’t wait to get to the stable!” Wind chirped.

“Wild, Wind!” Warriors snapped. “That’s enough.”

A gentle voice came from beside Legend. “Breathe.”

“I am,” Legend gasped.

“Not enough.” This was Hyrule, nudging Legend’s shoulder. “Don’t pay attention to them, just take deep breaths. There’s nothing to panic about.”

“I’m not-” Legend stumbled, suddenly weak from a lack of oxygen. Din dang it, he was panicking, and that stupid phantom pain in his arm had returned in full force.

“That was uncalled for,” Hyrule muttered, holding Legend’s arm to keep him upright (and, unintentionally, driving the pain away). “How about some revenge after this is over?”

Legend noted that Hyrule was nervous too, though he was good at hiding it. He indulged the traveler’s need for distraction, helping him concoct a plan so epic that it would take multiple days to prepare. They were laughing by the time the stable came into view, having momentarily forgotten what was about to happen there.

Hyrule’s snickers trailed off as they gathered in front of the stable, falling silent as he and Legend watched Spoone dismount. The doctor handed his horse’s reins to Wild, who led it to the man at the front counter.

“It should only take me a few minutes to get everything set up,” Spoone announced. “Please come inside if you’re ready and willing.”

With that, Spoone entered the tent, leaving the heroes to mill around and send each other glances that said, Well? Go on!

Legend noticed that most of the others were starting to pair up, the more confident heroes taking the nervous ones under their wing. Wind had gravitated to Time, and Four to Sky. Legend nudged Hyrule forward, pointing him to Twilight. The rancher ruffled the teen’s hair before pulling him close, making him giggle. Warriors glanced at Wild before stepping closer to Legend.

“Stay outside the tent, all right?” Warriors said. “There’s a cooking pot over there, you can sit there until we’re done.”

Legend nodded and watched Warriors go to where Wild was waiting. The champion led the way into the tent, the rest of the heroes filing behind. Legend waited for the last pair to disappear behind the flap before walking over to the cooking pot.

A man was sitting near the pot, and gestured for Legend to join him. He wore a stable hand’s outfit and was meticulously polishing a torch for some reason. The man looked curiously at Legend’s sword and shield as the vet set them beside him.

“Nice baby sword, pal,” the man said. “I bet it can’t even keep a flame going. What’s its name?”

Legend couldn’t care less about indulging this weirdo, but it was a sufficient distraction from what he imagined was happening inside the stable. He sighed and lifted his sword, letting the blade catch the light just so. “She used to be known as the Master Sword, but now she’s the Tempered Sword.”

The man scoffed. “Well, it’s nothing compared to my weapon of choice! For I am Yolero, the hero of legend chosen to wield the Master Torch!”

“Hero of Legend? Yeah, right,” the veteran laughed. “I’d double check your history books if I were you.”

Their banter continued for a few minutes, but Legend’s mind started to wander. His ears pricked in the direction of the tent though he didn’t know what he was listening for.

Yolero noticed Legend’s lack of attention, changing the topic so fast that it took Legend a moment to adjust. “Say, why aren’t you in the tent with the rest of your gang? Don’t you care about protecting people and all that?”

Legend flinched, mentally cursing himself for doing so. “I’m… not ready today.”

Yolero huffed. “Why’s that?” “I’m just not. Not like it’s any of your business anyway.”

“Hmm.” Yolero leaned back, a calculating smirk on his face. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Legend gave him a silent glare.

“I mean, that would be pretty pathetic. A well-armed guy like you, too much of a coward to go in there and let a doctor stick a needle in your arm.”

Legend hissed, fingers gripping the wooden seat instead of clutching his suddenly aching arm.

Yolero’s eyes narrowed, knowing that he had Legend trapped. “Just as I thought. You’re scared and weak and willing to take your team, maybe all of Hyrule, down with you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Legend growled.

“Prove it then,” Yolero said, pointing at the stable.

“I have nothing to prove to you.”

“Suit yourself.” The look on Yolero’s face said that he knew that he had won.

Legend tried to ignore him, taking deep breaths and staring at the castle in the distance. His ears twitched again, expecting to hear something.

When he was young, he had sat in the examination room, white knuckling the table as he listened to sobs and screams from the other side of the thin walls. He stuck his fingers in his ears, pretending that he couldn’t see Uncle’s look.

No such sounds came from the tent. The youngest of them was nearly fourteen, plenty old enough to have some dignity. Legend was the only one who still acted like a child. A child and a coward who was taking the easy way out.

Warriors wasn’t going to be happy.

Before he could lose his nerve, Legend stood up.

Yolero had the nerve to act surprised. “Well, look at that. Maybe you’re not as much of a wimp as I thought.”

“Shut up,” Legend grumbled. “I’m doing this for me, not you.”

“Just go in there already!”

“I am!” Legend snapped, taking a step forward that was more shaky than he would like to admit. He could feel Yolero’s eyes on him as he walked over to the tent and reached for the curtain concealing the interior. There was no backing out now. He pushed the curtain aside, eyes darting to every corner of the stable.

Wild and Wind were sitting on the floor, laughing and poking each other’s arms. Warriors and Four watched them, the smith wrapped in the captain’s scarf. Legend was relieved to see Four’s small smile. Sky was seated at the table, head pressed to the wood while Time rubbed his back.

Then Legend looked to the back of the stable and saw Hyrule.

The traveler was leaning against Twilight, who held his hand in a firm grip. Hyrule’s eyes were closed, his lips pressed into a flat line. Spoone sat in front of him, at such an angle that Legend could see what he was doing.

There was a needle in Hyrule’s arm.

It only took a few seconds but Legend stood there, paralyzed, as he watched Spoone administer the vaccine. As the needle emerged from Hyrule’s arm, a surges of nausea told Legend that he had witnessed enough. He tore his eyes away, momentarily crossing gazes with Warriors. The captain’s expression of horror (and was that anger?) registered for a split second before Legend’s hands flew to his mouth and he stumbled out of the tent.

Legend barely made it to the woods behind the stable before he collapsed, the contents of his stomach lurching up his throat to spill on the ground. He retched and coughed, unable to hear footsteps running toward him. A sudden hand on his shoulder made him jump, but another hand was already pulling his hair away from his face.

“It’s ok, it’s just me- just get it all out, all right?” his helper soothed, and Legend identified Four’s voice. The pitch was higher than normal, too- closer to Red’s voice. Great.

Four held Legend’s hair back until the vet finally exhausted himself, then waited as Legend spat the rest of it out. “All done?” Four asked.

Legend shivered, feeling Four rest his hand on his back to rub small circles. He stared at the mess beginning to soak into the dirt and opened his mouth to speak, but a pathetic whine grated out instead. Hot, angry tears burned Legend’s eyes, from pain and embarrassment and gods knew what else.

“Don’t try to talk if you’re not ready,” Four tutted. “Can you stand? We should get you cleaned up by the river.”

His legs shook like a newborn foal, but Legend managed to stand. Four took his weight without complaint, supporting the older teen as he led him down the hill to the riverbank. A sullen silence hung over Legend as he washed his face. He could tell that Four was full of questions that Legend wasn’t in the mood to provide answers to.

The sound of boots tromping down the hill saved Legend from that conversation.

“Lege… I told you to stay outside the stable.”

Oh no. A scolding from Warriors was way worse.

A heavy sigh. “There’s a man by the cooking pot who’s laughing his head off. I don’t suppose he had anything to do with this?”

A rush of fury gave Legend enough strength to stand again, but Four pulled him right back down. “Let him handle it,” the smith whispered, a blue gleam in his eye.

Legend didn’t even want to hold any pity for Yolero. If anything, he wished that he could go with Warriors himself. There was no way that Four would let him in this state, though.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, even after Warriors had gone. The air surrounding them was… awkward, almost tense, with only the river’s steady flow to cut through it. Finally, both of them attempted to speak at the same time.

“Lege-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

They both winced, Legend tearing a fistful of grass from the mud and Four reaching up to tap his feather earring.

“Do you… need some alone time?” Four offered quietly.

“Yeah,” Legend whispered. He stared straight ahead, only his ear flicking back as Four stood and hesitantly returned to the stable. He watched the sun shimmer on the water as it flowed over and around rocks and fallen tree branches and the occasional fish. It was a mesmerizing sight, mirroring the erratic whirl of Legend’s own thoughts.

He had known that he wasn’t ready, he had known that he didn’t have to face his fear yet. All it had taken was a few barbed comments from a stranger and he had marched right into the stable and made an absolute fool of himself. What had he achieved? What had he even hoped to achieve? Absolutely nothing, that’s what.

His ears, trained on a lifetime of paranoia and hiding, detected the rustle of something approaching from behind. Tiny feet, definitely not Sky or Warriors. Legend doubted that Four could sound that small even at his sneakiest. So who…?

Something soft and furry nudged his wrist, and he yelped at the unexpected touch. The sensation vanished with a jingle of magic. A few sparkles floated past Legend, then another flurry of them appeared above his lap along with a glowing blue bunny. The vet yelped again but the bunny was undeterred. Calm yellow-orange eyes stared up at him, and he blinked.

“What… what are you doing?” Legend whispered, afraid to move in case he scared the bunny away.

One of the creature’s antennae (ears? antennae) twitched and it plopped down, resting its head on its paws.

This was clearly some kind of magical rabbit, and his deeply hidden instincts were rousing with a gentle feeling of kinship. The little one must have sensed his brooding and come to help him feel better.

“Are you here to cuddle?” Legend asked, tilting his head a little. “Have you come to smother my storm cloud? I won’t blame you if you don’t want to be near me… I do it on purpose, sometimes, project my bad mood so I can deal with it myself. At least Wars and Four know better than to be around me when I’m like this.”

The bunny huffed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know… it’s just easier for me, okay? For them, too… they shouldn’t have to be responsible for my messes.” Legend laughed bitterly, soft enough that he didn’t disturb the bunny on his lap. “And what a mess I’ve made this time. I’ve ruined the group’s chances of complete immunity, Wars is about to give some guy the scolding of his life…” He swallowed, grimacing at the sour taste. “And I left a literal mess for some poor stable hand to find. I deserve to stew in my own misery for a while, don’t you think?”

He felt a pressure on his leg, like the bunny had tried to thump its foot but forgotten that it was laying down.

“Don’t give me that… here, will it make you happy if I pet you?” Giving the bunny plenty of time to escape, Legend stroked its silky blue fur. Sure enough, he felt it begin to happily purr.

“This is ridiculous, you know that? I acted like an idiot and what do I get out of it? A rabbit to vent to and cuddles by the river.”

The bunny simply nuzzled Legend’s hand, and he sighed.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there, his thoughts gradually calming as he focused on the simple task of petting the bunny. The sun shone differently on the river, refracting pink and orange by the time a voice came from the top of the hill.

“Legend? Wild’s almost done cooking, are you ready to come back?”

Legend stayed silent, making a shooing motion with his hand. This, of course, had the opposite effect and the vet heard Four jog down the hill.

“C’mon, please? Wars wants to talk to you-” Four froze as he reached Legend’s side and the bunny came into view. He flapped his hands excitedly and squealed, “Eeeee- it’s so cute! Can I pet it?” His hand darted out and the bunny’s antennae flattened before it disappeared in a shower of blue sparkles.

“No-” Legend whined, reaching a hand out to empty air.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

The bunny materialized on Legend’s lap once more, staring at Four warily.

Legend sighed in relief, resuming the gentle strokes down its back. “You have to be slow and gentle. Let it learn to trust you before you touch it.”

“Sorry…” Four repeated as he crouched beside Legend. He offered his hand to the bunny, who sniffed it then bowed its head. Four smiled and gave it a gentle pet.

“Are you feeling any better?” Four asked softly.

Legend grunted, not looking up from the bunny.

The smith bumped his shoulder. “You know we’re not mad at you, right?”

Legend gave him a flat stare. “You don’t have to lie to me. I made a scene and a fool of myself… you shouldn’t have to put up with this.”

“That’s not true,” Four hummed. “Nobody blames you for panicking, and Wars made Yolero tell him what happened. He tried to bully you into doing something you weren’t ready to. We just want what’s best for you, and that means letting you take things at your own pace.”

“My pace is too slow. I should’ve been able to share the protection but because I’m not ready, we have a crack in our ranks. I’m just a burden-”

“You. Are not. A burden.” Four’s voice was low and serious, but he poked Legend with every word. “We look out for each other, okay? We need you to look after yourself too.”

The bunny grumbled agreement, and Legend groaned. “I’m not going to win this fight, am I.”

“Nope! You’re just going to have to accept the fact that you need to be patient with yourself, and we’re going to keep reminding you of that.” Four gave Legend one last poke. “But seriously, losing everything must have made you hungry.”

“It did,” Legend admitted. “Wild’s cooking sounds really good right now.”

“Come on then.” Four stood and offered his hand.

The blue bunny gave Legend a final nuzzle before bounding away, a trail of sparkles leading to thin air in the blink of an eye. Legend took Four’s hand and let the little smith lead him back to the stable, where Warriors wrapped him in his scarf (despite half-hearted protests from the grumbling teen) and assured him that Yolero had been sent packing to the Riverside Stable.

“Spoone said that he understands why you couldn’t join us today, and he can see you whenever you’re ready,” Warriors told him. “You don’t have to let fear guide your actions, all right? Please let us help you, bud.”

Legend bit his lip to prevent his scowl from turning into a smile. His brothers could be annoying, but it was nice to know that they wouldn’t give up.

[thisweekingundamwing]

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Take the Heat Off Me (Ch. 3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49836604/chapters/127849492

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Sally Po, additional minor characters

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Post-Canon, Not Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop Compliant, Preventers (Gundam Wing), Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fuck Or Die, Gay Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Heero Yuy, Omega Duo Maxwell, Top Heero Yuy, Bottom Duo Maxwell, Mating Bites, Mpreg, Miscommunication, Dubious consent if you squint, but they both want it so not really, Omegundam 2023, not beta read we die like mne, Panic Attacks

Duo is injected with a harmful drug on a mission that causes his suppressants to fail, sending him into the worst heat of his life. Heero is the only Alpha he trusts to take care of him, but how can Duo handle being that intimate with the unrequited love of his life?

Heero jumps at the opportunity to help Duo through the dangerous heat, but he knows it will only lead to a broken heart because Duo doesn't love him back.

When the heat leads to unexpected consequences, can these two get past their misunderstandings and finally find a happy ending?

In the Library https://archiveofourown.org/works/50624314

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - College/University, University Student Duo Maxwell, University Student Heero Yuy, POV Heero Yuy, Libraries, Alcohol, Established Relationship, Semi-Public Sex, Library Sex, Blow Jobs, Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Top Heero Yuy, Bottom Duo Maxwell, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Gratuitous Smut, really that's all there is, nothing else to see here

Duo interrupts Heero's studying with a plan to help blow off some steam.

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[blackmoonrose13]

Sorry for not being properly active and all that on here, I just...can't with social media, yes I have a blue sky under the same name, I am kinda more active there not really, I am just tired and wanting more me time I guess, and I swear the more social media I look at the more depressed I get. I know I could change and fix what I see, but shit keeps slipping through and I am tired, been working on a lot of art but like there is near zero interaction on this site when I post it, and it annoys me, and it's hard to advertise when I have sales at my stores here cause like on the dying bird link outside of the site it gets suppressed or something I just...I don't know winter depression and anger I guess.

I am also so fucking tired of this like and no reblog retweet reshare what ever bullshit, that doesn't get my art out there, I do this as a way to get money, and I can't get out there if no one is sharing you know what I mean, there is a reason those posts telling people to reblog art are so many. I am slowly getting tired of this mindset, fuck twitter and other places that make people not interact with creations anymore.

[hussyknee]

Yeah, all the actual bullying is happening to vulnerable people in leftist circles. Almost like advancing "it's okay to bully people over consuming problematic media" is always going to be weaponized by shitty people to police marginalized ones. Almost like "online harrassment is okay as long as it's about x problematic thing" is always going to have more repercussions for people most vulnerable to community policing.

People caring about the same issues you do are not people who care about them for the same reasons, or who are as good about punching upwards. Some of the first people to raise issues about online harrassment because of this discourse were black women and trans people themselves. Most of the people who can't speak up about actual bullying over this franchise, and are unheard when they do, are black, Jewish and trans.

This is why ethics are important. When you say "bullying is never acceptable" it protects all of us. When you say that "shaming people for consuming problematic media isnt bullying" you have no control over the scale of shaming, what problematic media, and obfuscates the fact that what counts as bullying and suppression is determined by the power dynamic between the individuals involved, not their ideology. A black person who makes bigoted remarks could lose their job, while a white one only loses their standing. A trans person who does something bigoted will be punished far more heavily than a cis person. Saying "the white person should also lose their job" and "the cis people should also be punished" does not make it so. They never will.

This is carceral logic, this is why we say punitive justice doesn't work. You're not creating a more equal and safer society, you're creating deeper disenfranchisement. All because you want people who do wrong to be punished, rather than focus on uplifting and protecting their victims. The two things are not the same. If you had all done donation drives to trans healthcare or asked people to perform trans allyship by promoting specific games by trans and indie developers, instead of pressuring them to not buy this one, Terfling and her magic school franchise would be a footnote by now. Instead you've just escalated a culture war that's framed trans rights purely as Western consumer activism for the rest of the world, encouraged "spite buying", and helped Rowling become the figurehead of anti cancel culture and the terf movement. LGBT rights are already seen as a privileged Western issue in the Eastern and Global South and a white privileged issue in Black and brown communities. Thanks for making it so much harder for us to be heard. You've sure shown them transphobes. ❤️

(If anyone wants to get into it with me, you are legally required to first reblog (1)donation link to the LGBT rescue organizations in Turkey and Syria, reblog (1) post talking about the inhumane sanctions against Syria that haven't been lifted even to help with the disaster, or donate to this link. Otherwise shut your Western white privileged ass up.)

good <3

[omnificent-orion]

An urgent and urgent appeal. Please do not stop reading. I am Safaa Asaad, a university student. I am 26 years old and married. I gave birth to my first child during the war. My life was full of love and optimism. I was distinguished in the field of law. I was diligent and had dreams and ambition. I intended to open my own law firm and defend the rights of others, diligence and perseverance. In restoring the rights to their owners, I got married while I was a student. I married the right man whom I had always been waiting for. We loved to always be together. He suffered before he married me. He worked hard to build the house and collect money to propose to me. His source of income was very good, and we got married and lived a good life. As time passed, the war came, and I had not completed the year. My marriage and our home were destroyed. My husband lost his job. My father, after seeing the destruction that befell our area, became unable to speak and became paralyzed from the outside. My husband, two months after entering the war, gave birth to my first child under difficult circumstances in a small tent full of insects and mosquitoes. I and my son could not live in a tent because of the insects, so we fled to escape. The border is under the shadow of the wall. We are suffering greatly, and now, after exhaustion and exhaustion, I decided to create a donation link to go out and save my family from Gaza. We were insulted and humiliated by the occupation army. The relative died and the relatives were killed. We were displaced. I cannot describe what happened to us. I ask you to save my family and get us out of Gaza with a donation. To us via the link, please donate, even if it is $10, it will make a difference to us. They can save us from death, and your donation will be a reason to save our lives, so my son can live the life I dreamed of, open a law firm, and open a project for my beloved husband. Please donate and support the💔💔😭😭 campaign.https://gofund.me/b25cb4bf

Please share even if you can't contribute.

I will reblog a post with a direct link and vetting information so that Tumblr doesn't suppress this post.

[lgcgaram]

━━━━━━━━ 𝖂hat's up ? first off, i'm excited to be here w/ you all and i can't wait to get to know your muses ! you can call me nio. i use h/h pronouns, i'm 19+, and i'm here to introduce you to a muse of mine that's fresh outta the oven. as he's so new to me, i'm learning more and more about him as i go, and i'm pumped that all of your muses will become apart of his journey. anyway, his name's chu garam. he's from honolulu, hi, but relocated to korea to train at lgc in the summer of 2021. he's that one punk-ass e-boy/emo kid you remember from middle/high school. y'know, the one who just graduated, paints his nails black, and sketches on the white-parts of his converse? he's also a double scorpio (sun/moon) mess: an overly passionate and emotional soul with rich sensitivity, and equipped with a wicked sense of humor, as well as a gruesome temper. his mom always tells him that he needs a haircut, but he doesn't care. he's not one for following the rules, per se, but he's learning to manage in the company. to learn more, take a peek under the cut. gimme a heart and i'll message you for plots as soon as possible ! 🤘🏼

alright, here's an obligatory link to his profile ! when i finally get around to writing more blurbs on him, i'll reblog this with additional links. i'm a flop, i know. 💀

I. IN THE EYES OF HIS PARENTS.

mom's an ob/gyn, dad's an oncologist. they're very respected in their fields and worked incredibly hard to be as successful as they are. their parents (garam's grandparents, both sides) were extremely hard on them, so they adopted a strong work ethic, but not a lot of emotional intelligence. so, when garam entered their lives, they had no fucking idea what to do. from the jump, he was highly sensitive and reactive. his moods were immense. he was expressive, and wild, and wasn't afraid to argue with them or tell them "no!" when he didn't want to do something. he challenged them in many, many ways, and his attitude carried on (in some form) for the rest of his life. they saw—and still see—a lot of themselves in him, shockingly enough, but the parts that they learned to suppress with all of their might. they're easier on him than their parents were on them, and while they feel a modicum of disappointment and resentment because of this, they're glad to see that he's independent and able to make his own choices.

II. IN THE EYES OF HIS PEERS.

garam was definitely seen as someone odd or quirky in school. the weather is beautiful in honolulu, but he never took advantage of the sun and the waves. not much, at least. in school, he preferred to hole himself up in the corner of a room and either read a book, or read/study people. on the surface, he was quiet; reticent; seemingly intelligent; calculating; mysterious. his teachers always told his parents that they wish he spoke up in class more, but they understood that that wasn't his personality. when he began to express himself more in adolescence, it definitely got him sideways glances. in a superficial sense, kids around him thought of him as the quintessential e-boy/emo-scene kid. his style was eccentric, his hair was messy on purpose, he listened to a lot of alternative styles of music, and he seemed unapologetic about it. he never cared if his self-expression or sexual orientation, etc. upset/bothered people, and to be honest, he still doesn't care. anyway, his friends from back home—the theatre kids tbh—all remember him as a charming, idiosyncratic, protective individual; a person with a fearlessness about him that they all still admire. sure, he gets in his feelings a lot and he can be explosive when he's angry, but that only tells them that he really cares and has immense passion zooming through his veins.

III. IN THE EYES OF HIMSELF.

garam occasionally wonders if he's a bad person, and he still hasn't come up with an answer. he knows that he likes chaos, and that he can be a lot to handle for some people—when he opens up to them, that is—and he knows that it's not fair that he wants to know everyone's deep dark secrets but would never tell them his own. he's also well-aware that his jealousy, possessiveness, and his bad attitude can sometimes get him into trouble, but he doesn't make many strides to alter those "negative" personality traits of his. in a nutshell, he identifies with them and accepts them; able to admit how he is and never apologizing for it. he's stubborn in that sense; fixed in his ways. because he's so introspective, he spends a lot of time psychoanalyzing himself, as well as others. he likes to think he's gotten incredible at reading people and their true motives; like a detective or private investigator with how he studies them. his eyes are intense and fierce, and when they land on someone, his gaze is piercing; somehow a collision both sensitive and sensual. he has a natural magnetism, and he knows it. he uses it to his advantage. however, despite all of the problematic parts of his soul, he's able to recognize that he's a loving person, even if he loves too hard. if you're someone he cares about, he will kill/die for you. though, he views life in a rather black and white way, so if he doesn't love you, he hates you, and similarly to how he goes all out with his loved ones, he'll have no problem doing the same in a detrimental light to those he hates. you slight him, he'll aim to ruin your life. he can hold a mean grudge and believes in getting even instead of forgiving and forgetting. this makes him a troublesome enemy. for the most part, he likes who he is, even if he can be bad. sure, like every human, he has his moments of insecurity and self-doubt—and those often cause him to lash out, unfortunately—but he's living and learning and doesn't want to be/expect to be perfect. all he can hope is that he can make good friends, meet interesting people, and maybe become a singer if he works hard enough at it and doesn't succumb to laziness.

IV. PLOTTING/OOC MESSAGE.

i'm someone who values really deep connections. i love layers, and figuring out what makes them work/not work together, and what makes them tick. those often are my priority when it comes to laying down a good foundation for my muse, and because of that, i prefer to brainstorm instead of explore preset options. if you have any wanted connections that you'd like taken, i have no problem looking through them, of course, but above all, i want us to come up with the best plot possible for our muses. i'm open to any and all ideas, and adore getting into the nitty gritty of everything. platonic relationships, bitter enemies, romances, ex-lovers, friends-turned-enemies, friends-with-benefits... i want it all, so sign me up and don't be afraid to mention anything you have in mind. if you're interested, let me know !

[fuckyeahisawthat]

See this is interesting because almost every moment you bring up, I have a wildly different interpretation of.

I don't think there is a "long line of moments" where Jayce and Viktor aren't on the same page. Yes, Viktor is disappointed that Jayce doesn't unveil their new inventions at Progress Day and yes, Heimerdinger's ten-year timeline is overly cautious, but he is right in this case that those prototypes weren't ready! They both had major design flaws! And it's not like Jayce is disregarding Viktor to please everyone else--Mel is also displeased with him not unveiling the new technology, for her own reasons.

I'm not sure which moment you're talking about with Jayce "not letting Viktor speak" in front of the Council but the two times they are in front of the Council together are (1) when they get summoned to explain how the gemstone got stolen, in which case I think Jayce is trying to accept sole responsibility for the lapse in security in order to protect Viktor, and (2) the speech advocating for Zaunite independence, in which case Jayce is the one speaking because he is a Councilor. (I am guessing that he had to argue for Viktor even being able to be there at an internal Council meeting and had to convince Viktor that it was worth it to come. And how is he gonna feel about that later?)

I said this in another reblog, but the disagreement over weapons lasts literally one episode. Mel first brings up the idea in 1.07 but they don't actually make the decision then. Jayce makes his big cool hammer in 1.08, and then the very first time he uses it in actual combat he kills a child and immediately rethinks the whole thing. By 1.09 he's trying to broker peace with Zaun and agreeing with Viktor that both the hammer and the Hexcore need to be destroyed. His turn back toward being on the same page with Viktor has already begun before the Council Chamber bombing.

Jayce has many good qualities but thinking human interactions through to their logical conclusions isn't one of them. He is new to politics, didn't want to be there in the first place, and tends to follow whoever said something that sounds reasonable and confident most recently. Mel, Marcus, Ambessa and even Vi manipulate him easily. In terms of how he views Zaun, I think he's a very realistically-written example of a good-hearted person who has some unexamined biases. He never views Viktor, individually, as lesser than him and in fact is constantly trying to position Viktor as his equal in the eyes of others. But he still harbors some prejudices against Those People from the undercity who are dangerous and unmanageable, and he's never really had to think through things like the systemic nature of violence because why would he?

But enough about Jayce. The main reason I wrote this post is that I don't think the Hexcore is controlling Viktor or suppressing his emotions in their breakup scene at all. I was trying to explain why this seemed to me like a perfectly logical place for Viktor to get to on his own, based on what we know about his character.

This is gonna be the subject of its own whole post, but my take is that if the Hexcore has a sentience or a consciousness, it is not something that operates on the level of human-like thoughts, planning and decision-making. The Hexcore may have urges in the same way that a plant has an "urge" to grow toward the sun or two magnets have an "urge" to stick together, but I don't think it is, like, scheming.

So I don't read any scene in the show through the framework of "the Hexcore is thinking this" or "the Hexcore's intention here is this." To be clear I think this is a matter of readings of the text, not there being a right answer. I know there is that one interview where Christian Linke says that Sky is a manifestation of the Hexcore manipulating Viktor and that thinking she represents his humanity is a "misdirect" but then there is also a livestream with Amanda Overton where she says the exact opposite, so even if you pay attention to word of god on this, the creators don't agree on their own interpretations of the text. Which for the record is a good sign of a complex piece of art that is open to multiple interpretations.

My own preferred reading of the text is that whatever gives Viktor the most agency in all this is the most interesting. I think Viktor making extreme choices because of an understandable and sympathetic set of circumstances is way more interesting and more thematically consistent with the rest of the show than the idea of him being controlled even partially by a sentient magic orb. So that's the basis by which I'll be analyzing the text, and what I was trying to demonstrate with this post is that Viktor's reactions are understandable and perfectly human given the circumstances he finds himself in.

Idk man I don't think Viktor's reaction of getting out of the hexgoo coma and immediately going "I want a divorce" is particularly weird or out of character. It's devastating but I didn't find it inexplicable.

We are very closely tied to Jayce's POV on the events of the beginning of the season. In the aftermath of the bombing we're reacting along with him in real time to realizing Viktor is either dead or extremely close to dead (I tend to think it's the first one but it works either way) and watching his frantic efforts to save him.

We know that Jayce is doing this out of love but Viktor doesn't have that information. I don't think it ever once entered Viktor's mind that someone could love him enough that they would be unable to let him die, even if it meant using the technology that they promised him they would destroy. And waking up from a magical goo coma to find out that that technology is not only not destroyed but has been irreversibly fused to your body is objectively a pretty horrifying situation! And if you rule out love as a possible motivation then it really does look like Jayce just...did some fucked up hexcore necromancy with his friend's dead body for...science?? Yeah I'd probably react poorly too.

Maybe it's just because I love the angst of "saved a loved one's life and they can only see it as a betrayal" but I don't think it would be surprising for Viktor to react with shock, hurt, or even anger. He didn't ask for this! We sympathize with Jayce's relief that Viktor is alive, but it was a fundamentally selfish action on his part. Viktor is trying to figure out if he is even still human; I'm not surprised that he wasn't warm to Jayce and didn't seem to notice the fact that he was injured. He's probably perceiving the world in an entirely new way and having an existential crisis about being turned into a magical cyborg without his consent. And his default defense mechanism is to withdraw and self-isolate. So of course he pushes Jayce away.

[metalscoops]

One Last Try

By remusdoesntdie (dont_callme_rach) on AO3, dont_callme_rach on wattpad, and dont-callme-rach on FFN.

James Potter/Hermione Granger. Explicit, slow burn, time travel fix-it, marauders era, pureblood!Hermione.

I've just finished writing this Harry Potter fanfiction I've been working since January 2021!! I've got 32 out of 64 chapters posted so far, so soon (once I've done my editing) updates will be very regular!

((Links will be in the reblog so this doesn't get suppressed))

[ckret2]

Eddie’s like but does he LIKE us like us and Symby’s like he’s got fangs take a chance

Written for @symbruary Day 15, free day. So I decided to write a part 2 to the Venom/Morbius thing I wrote a few days ago, where Morbius is like, secretly into Venom. It was only fair that I demonstrate that Venom is secretly into Morbius too.

Also in canon Eddie always gets crushes on girls and the symbiote either quickly emotionally tags along or slowly emotionally tags along, so I thought it'd be nice if the symbiote got the crush and Eddie is the one who slowly emotionally tags along.

Bouncing wildly back and forth between giving the symbiote a brain-voice and just mixing its thoughts and Eddie’s together all willy-nilly in the narration is fun.

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You like him, Eddie.

Eddie grumbled in acknowledgment.

Like him too.

Eddie grumbled louder.

They'd just finished having a midnight meal with Morbius, who'd invited them to visit Monster Metropolis—partially to give the symbiote another potential safe haven, but partially to socialize.

And as a consequence, Venom had spent the last hour sitting on the railing of a dark fire escape, pondering over the conversation, trying to figure out what kind of socialization Morbius was asking for.

They had concluded that they couldn't conclude what his exact intentions had been. It had all been rather ambiguous.

The symbiote was of the strong opinion that they should remove the ambiguity posthaste.

Should ask him out. The symbiote was basically vibrating with eagerness. On an emotional level. Not a physical one. A bunch of stretched out goo vibrating between Eddie's organs and atop his semi-dissolved skin would probably gently rattle apart the fire escape.

It was a lot more excited than Eddie would have expected over the thought of a date. "Dear... without checking my memories, what do you think a date that involves two humans would consist of?" He was somewhat concerned that it was picturing what their date nights were like.

The symbiote eagerly pushed over a pile of mental images. A relaxing moonlit walk through New York City's most crime-ridden streets, looking for wrongdoers to thwart. Splitting a romantic dinner for two—Morbius could have the blood and Venom could have the brains, so nobody would have to fight over the good bits. Pressing their mouths together and demonstrating the deadly-dangerous razor-sharpness of their fangs on each other's lips and tongues.

Venom's (admittedly already rather vacant) gaze went totally blank. "Okay. That's actually pretty nice."

And while they were going on the moonlit walk the symbiote could stretch over both of their hands and connect their thoughts. They could feel each other's feelings, wouldn't even have to speak. Very romantic.

"Hmm..."

They could ask if Morbius was interested in doing what Eddie called the Weird Stuff.

Venom almost fell off the railing.

It would be even weirder with a third person!

"Maybe save the Weird Stuff for the second date," Venom mumbled. The symbiote's interest was surprising to Eddie. Typically it more or less jumped on board with Eddie's attraction, even if wasn't always easy to untangle that way. But it liked Morbius itself?

Like him better than Beck or Anne.

Ouch. Well, the memories of both those relationships put a firm stop to Eddie's Weird Stuff thoughts.

Sorry.

Why was the symbiote so interested in Morbius? Not that it shouldn't be—and not that Eddie wasn't, too—but it was unusual for Eddie to be the one following the symbiote's lead. It was typically slower than Eddie to show attraction outside of that-would-make-a-nice-host attraction. (The symbiote was mildly alarmed to discover Eddie recognized when it was doing that. Eddie pointed out that it was hard not to notice when the symbiote was making eyes at someone with a cozy-looking rib cage when it was using Eddie's eyes.) So why was it so interested in Morbius?

Because Venom looked normal to Morbius. Because Morbius understood what it was like to have a hunger he needed to control in order to fit into society and that made other humans fear him. Because Morbius looked at the symbiote—the symbiote, independent from its host, independent from anyone else—as a monster, but to Morbius "monstrosity" didn't mean it needed to be contained and controlled, but sheltered and protected.

"Of course," Venom said quietly. Of course. Not that Eddie hadn't noticed and appreciated those things, but... he hadn't quite realized how rare they were. And they were rare. Weren't they?

Plus his fangs were hot.

A grin stretched across Venom's face. "His teeth aren't quite as impressive as ours," they said, "but they are cute."

Cute. Not a thought Eddie would have expected out of himself, once upon a time. To think, the first time he'd gotten married he'd thought he was straight. It wasn't until the second time he got married that he realized how... how small and arbitrary and meaningless the narrow boundaries he'd once lived in were when it came to love. It had taken falling in love with someone with no shape and no gender before he had gradually been able to look past the shapes and genders humans came in.

He still sometimes wondered whether his other had helped him realize something—something latent, or something suppressed perhaps—within his own psyche; or if its influence had changed him somehow, rewritten something in his mind to view other humans more like the way the symbiote viewed them, the same way it minutely changed his body chemistry.

Didn't rewrite your mind! The symbiote paused. Probably. Not on purpose. Never tried to.

If it had, wanting to kiss a vampire wasn't the strangest urge the symbiote had accidentally given him.

Some small part of Eddie still saw those separate categories of humans that were arbitrary to the symbiote; women still caught his attention more frequently than men. Maybe that was another reason why, this one time, his own interest had developed more slowly than the symbiote's.

But it had developed?

"Yes," Venom said. "We both like him."

So ask him out!

"We don't know if he likes us."

We'll find out when we ask him!

"But if he doesn't—"

"Buddy," said a man leaning out a window onto the fire escape, "you've been talking yourself in circles over this guy for an hour. Either go ask him out or go brood somewhere else so I can sleep, will ya?"

Venom started, getting off the railing to stand on the fire escape properly. "Uh. Sure."

"This neighborhood, I swear..." The man slammed his window shut.

Venom shot a web line across the street and swung away. Okay. They'd ask him. At some point. Once they thought up an appropriate approach.

But first, they'd see how this visit to Monster Metropolis went.

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Crossposted to AO3, link in my description. (If you're on mobile, you've gotta go down to the ask/submit/etc links and scroll sideways to reach it.) If you enjoyed the fic, I'd appreciate a reblog or comment!

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 10-16 September 2023

Here’s the roundup for September 10th - 16th, 2023!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

~Mod Hel (Sorry it's a few days late. V_V)

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@noirangetrois

Bottoms Up https://archiveofourown.org/works/50103889

Gen, Chang Wufei & Duo Maxwell & Heero Yuy

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Alcohol, Birthday Fluff, Peer Pressure, Wufei is so done, Duo and Heero are little shits, Cocktail Friday

Wufei isn't that into alcohol, thank you very much, but with a little persuasion from Duo and Heero, he apparently can be convinced.

Take the Heat Off Me (Ch. 2) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49836604/chapters/126708382

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Sally Po, additional minor characters

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Post-Canon, Not Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop Compliant, Preventers (Gundam Wing), Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fuck Or Die, Gay Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Heero Yuy, Omega Duo Maxwell, Top Heero Yuy, Bottom Duo Maxwell, Mating Bites, Mpreg, Miscommunication, Dubious consent if you squint, but they both want it so not really, Omegundam 2023, not beta read we die like mne

Duo is injected with a harmful drug on a mission that causes his suppressants to fail, sending him into the worst heat of his life. Heero is the only Alpha he trusts to take care of him, but how can Duo handle being that intimate with the unrequited love of his life?

Heero jumps at the opportunity to help Duo through the dangerous heat, but he knows it will only lead to a broken heart because Duo doesn't love him back.

When the heat leads to unexpected consequences, can these two get past their misunderstandings and finally find a happy ending?

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@graydama

https://graydama.tumblr.com/post/728506330379370497/so-its-been-a-while-a-really-long-while

Relena/Heero, fanart

@sweet-rabbit

https://sweet-rabbit.tumblr.com/post/728296625118838784/first-prev-next-double-art-post-day-this-was

Trowa/Quatre, Heero, nsfw-ish, fanart, comic

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/728657369634111488/sally-do-you-have-any-friends-that-are-gay-sad

Sally & Heero

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, September 22nd! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/728619497437708288/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday

In need of prompts! (I have no Halloweenie ones left y’all.)

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/725306210148073472/this-week-in-gundam-events

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2023

Sign-ups Open! https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/727260534405283840/hey-gundam-wingers

GW Hallows: Coming Sooooon

[ambrosiafaery]

Fellow vtuber whose been on both Tumblr and Twitter for a while (tho I don't talk about Ambrosia and my characters here as much as I used to with my art,,,) with a few more general tips

- the no commenting thing like op said isn't set in stone, definitely feel free to comment on reblogs. Typical Tumblr culture is to comment in tags as a more passive way to comment, or often times use the reply button on posts if you don't want it on your blog directly. People love talking here, but hate going viral usually.

- ops of posts can and will read your tags so still be nice

- I can't remember if this still exists but I think there were some exploits and/or extensions to delete ops text on a post. Don't do this to artists or on image descriptions it's super rude

- unlike Twitter it's VERY normal to be like 80% reblogs and 20% you talking here. Don't be afraid to share things others made. It's called a blog and not a profile for a reason

- while there are extensions for Tumblr, the in built tag blocking nowadays works on both mobile and desktop and is actually decent like previously mentioned. Block tags liberally if there's stuff that bothers you or you don't want to accidentally pull up in public - if a post is hidden you'll have the option to reveal it and it will show which blocked tags were on it

- Tumblr is at it's core a fandom site. A lot of people think of their blogs as curating things they like. Don't expect the same things that work else where to work here for reblogs, and even sometimes likes. People often use likes as simply bookmarks

- that also means the character limit being higher is actually great tho, write essays I Will read them if I see them. Twitter threads are godawful when you're used to just seeing in a functional format like here

- the algorithm doesn't work here quite like it does elsewhere. Most engagement is over time as reblogs spread through the community. Likes functionally do very little to increase engagement unlike other social media. Posts that break containment will get notes for a long time

- don't be a dick about people only liking posts though, it's pretty rude. Like I said, Tumblr is a place people typically curate things to a blog and that often means having very specific themes for posts. Sideblogs are really useful for that - in my case I've got my main (this blog), my side blog for mobile games, and my aesthetic/inspiration/resource blog. Sometimes someone's liking from one blog and reblogging to another too

- it is well known that empty blogs with a default icon are typically bots (and you should block them) but apparently a bunch of TikTok migrates didn't get them memo so here: if you're new please make a bio and set an icon to literally anything and maybe just reblog at least one random thing. People Will block you for it

-HOWEVER there's also been an outbreak of people making accounts, filling ablog with random things for about a week, and then making a scam donation post for a sick animal or family member. If someone dms you to reblog their dono post, PLEASE be aware of how often it can be a scam. There are legitimate people looking for help on here, but there's also a lot of bad eggs still

- they mentioned don't censor your tags for tag blocking but also know you won't get banned for saying fuck on main (or other words). I don't think you even get suppressed for swearing, it's just links that sometimes do.

- respect the wizard blogs they held this place together when a ton of people left

Tips For Vtubers

Howdy there, I’m Liv and I’m a vtuber much like you, but I’ve been here the whole time so I’m here to compile stuff for you to help make your transition less scary.

To start, here’s is a post with a lot of tips for general tumblr use and here’s one for giving your blog a custom theme.

Beyond that here’s other things that aren’t mentioned but are gonna be relevant for you:

If you’re coming back to tumblr know that you can’t follow from your sideblog, if you want to follow back it will be from your main, as will your likes, replies, asks. Decide what to do with this information now before you settle into a blog.

Fully explore the settings, there's a ton of stuff hiding in there. AND do it on PC at least once, some stuff is not in the app.

Blogs have individual block lists, no idk why either. So if you want someone banned from everything you need to do that manually.

 Also enable tumblr Labs! It’s got reblog graphs which are rad (my beloved orbs) And alternate dashboards, the Blog Subscriptions one is my fave because it means all you have to do is turn on notifications to get all your fave guys in one dashboard.

Contrary to popular belief there is still a porn and adult content community here, if you want to get anywhere near them you have to have age in bio or they’ll smite you.

Tiktok embeds don't play nice with tumblr for some reason, if you also do tiktok then just reupload your videos and link your account there underneath.

The link post type will show up for your followers but there’s a chance it won’t show up in any tags, so don’t do going live posts like that.

BUT you can straight up embed your stream into your posts! As long as you're using the New Post Editor you should see this menu:

Click the video camera, link to your twitch and bam. There it is. You can also do this with the video post type! If you're ever worried about your post format getting bonked just go through the tags and see what posts that DO make it are doing. Together we can overcome spaghetti code.

General "tumblr culture" is to not comment on posts but its not one thats set in stone, your fellow small vtuber account is probably dying for interaction so comment on posts! scream in the tags! send funny asks! Getting interaction right now is going to be a big comfort during a weird time.

Oh yeah we have ask boxes built in, no marshmallow needed.

ALSO we have pinned posts just like twitter, but as long as you want! Put your ref & socials & art tag (yes you can keep your fanart tags) & your minors DNI & a picture of your cat if you want.

OH I do suggest picking out tags for your personal content if you plan to also do reblogging, makes it easy for newcomers to find what you're doing.

#vtuber and #indie vtuber are full of fanart for the big guys. If you wanna find each other use #vtuber uprising

Okay this post is getting so long but final tip: check out custom pages. They're on the custom theme menu and they're basically mini webpages on your blog that can have their own coding. You can do Literally Whatever. Lore! Credit page! Ref sheets! I once put a choose your own adventure where you navigated by clicking specific parts of a picture on tumblr pages. I Mean Anything.

That's all for now, please add other tips if you want. And please reblog! Not just this post but other peoples too! This will all be way less of a drag if we can find each other. 💖