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summoned pt1

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: After what could probably be the worst birthday of your life, a mysterious shadowy figure appears in your bedroom while you were sleeping.

Pairing: Incubus!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: language; A+ parenting that would impress Odin; inaccurate summoning rituals; Loki feeling you up in your sleep [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Loki's a sex demon, not a god in this one

Worst. Birthday. Ever.

You walked through your apartment grumbling those exact words as you finally toed off your cinching pumps and padded your feet over to the kitchen counter, placing the little cupcake you'd gotten for yourself as a pitiful excuse of a 'celebration' for today. A joke, really, considering what a colossal shit show the day had turned out to be.

First the printer had jammed, keeping you waiting in queue for over three hours just to complete the solitary task that was in your workload for today that kept you from ending your day earlier and hopefully finding a way to actually celebrate despite your entire family being too busy to even call for a simple "Happy Birthday, Y/N" greeting over FaceTime. Something about them all going out to celebrate your sister getting cast as an understudy to a secondary character in her school play.

And then to add salt to the wound, not even HR could bother to have invited you to the free lunch they arranged for this month's celebrants. They told you that it must have slipped their minds when they were orienting you.

"It didn't even cross your minds to double check when your total number of celebrants for the year didn't match your total number of employees?" you asked them, trying to keep your composure because, after all, you still needed this job to pay your goddamn bills.

"Honestly, Miss Y/L/N, we just thought that the system glitched. It was just off by one. We didn't think anything of it."

A glitch. That was what you were to this company. Hell, to your family as well. Barely even a blip on the radar. Just something they remember actually existed when everything else managed to go wrong in their lives.

Now here you were, sitting in your little one bedroom apartment in New York, alone and lonely on your 29th birthday, wondering how you could have lived your life so invisibly that nobody even noticed you'd somehow slipped so far between the cracks that you were collecting dust in a corner of the room that nobody could see, let alone reach. How could you have gone your entire life and you didn't even have someone to call when you wanted company?

How could you have been so alone that nobody would even think of you if they wanted company?

You decided there was no harm in making a wish for yourself as you searched for a lighter for the tiny candle to cap off the dismal start to the final year of your 20s. You took out a piece of paper and scribbled your wish, tears prickling in the back of your eyes as you penned the words.

Someone that makes me feel less alone.

You lit up the candle and held the paper to the flame, a tear escaping your eye as you whispered the words, "This is all I want." You watched as the tiny sheet became engulfed in flames, disappearing into ash floating around the air so quickly that your fingers didn't even have enough time to feel the fire licking across your skin.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N," you sighed, blowing out the candle. "Another banner year," you whispered sarcastically into the dark silence.

You went about the rest of your night in the shroud of darkness, making the split second decision to change into a black silk negligee that you'd been reserving to wear for when you finally had someone to spend the night with rather than just spend a fleeting half hour with before you ended up leaving their apartment because you just couldn't feel a connection.

Perhaps the time had come to accept that you weren't meant to have that type of connection. With anyone.

With that depressing thought taking over, you laid down in bed and allowed sleep to take you, letting your thoughts drift into nothingness as you focused on the dark and the quiet that surrounded you. The same dark and quiet that always surrounded you.

What you heard next might as well have shot ice straight through your veins. "Well…hello. Aren't you a pretty thing."

It's just a nightmare, you told yourself. Just squint your eyes really hard and you'll wake up.

You tried to squeeze your eyes as hard as you could, but you could still feel that you weren't quite alone, the faint touch of a hand ghosting over your body on top of your comforter, the husked voice humming in a sound that vaguely resembled satisfaction. "How fortunate of me to have been called to such an exquisite creature." You stilled as you felt a warm breath by your cheek, followed by the feel of a tongue tracing along the shell of your ear. "We're going to have such fun together."

When you felt the hand slide under your comforter, warm fingertips beginning to trace along the column of your neck, was when you finally found it in you to move. Perhaps if you couldn't squint your way awake, then you'd just have to jolt your body into waking by any means necessary.

The only thing was…you were awake. And in the darkness you could see the silhouette of a man with long hair hovering over you. You let out a scream so loud you were sure the roving guard in your building was about to break down your door for fear that you were getting slaughtered in your bedroom.

The shrill sound was enough to have the figure seem visibly taken aback that it gave you just enough leeway to push him off of you and propel yourself out of bed. "You have ten seconds to tell me who you are before I…I…" You fumbled around in your bedside drawer, not once taking your eyes off of the intruder's distractingly sculpted silhouette, and grasped the letter opener you kept inside. "Before I slash at you with this. Ten!"

"I have no need to explain myself. You summoned me."

"Keep telling yourself that, buddy. Nine!"

"Do you truly not recall summoning me, you beguiling little creature?"

"Creature??" you shrilled. "Alright that's it, you just knocked five seconds out. Four!"

"Alright wait, wait! If you truly do not recall then perhaps we can discuss this? Preferably without meager weapons," he said, holding his hands up in a show of surrender. You proceeded to shout Three, making him let out a sibilant exhale. "If you won't listen to reason, then perhaps I must make you listen."

In the next moment, the figure disappeared, thin wisps of smoke being the only indicator that there was even anything that once occupied the space he stood in.

You started to let out another shrill scream into your now empty bedroom, only for the sound to die in a muffled squeak as the intruder re-materialized right beside you, clamping a large hand over your mouth…and nearly half your face.

"Shhh little mortal, please. I'm not here to harm you." You could feel yourself relaxing into his almost tender hold on you as he whispered the words into your ear, your reaction leaving you both shocked and appalled at yourself. "I swear, I am simply here because I was summoned. To perform a purpose. If what you say is true and you truly do not recall, then perhaps we could find out together why I've been brought here?"

Well shit, when he puts it that way, I must be a complete nimrod to keep screaming, huh? you hissed sarcastically at yourself. Considering that his hand was still covering your mouth, you simply nodded your response slowly, allowing him to take the letter opener from you with his free hand.

"If I release you, do you promise not to scream?" You let out a long exhale through your nose, slowly nodding your answer again, relief beginning to flood your system as he pulled his hand away from you and you began to walk to turn on the lights in your bedroom.

"Look I don't know who you are or what you are or what the fuck you're doing in my home, but I can promise you, on my life, I didn't summon you," you started, already emotionally exhausted from the disappointment of the day combined with this bizarre encounter from…wherever this intruder came from, with his tricks and smoke and mirrors. When you flipped the switch and your bedroom became awash with a warm white glow, you finally got a good look at your unexpected visitor.

But now I definitely wish I did, you thought to yourself. He was…for lack of a better, more fitting word, beautiful. A face that seemed as if it was sculpted and perfected by the greatest artists history had ever known, and that same scrupulous attention to detail had been given to the rest of him, too.

You never did understand back then what the women in your office meant when they described a man as someone that looked "built for sex". But now…looking at the man who stood mere feet away from you? Now you understood them perfectly.

"How about we start with why you believe I summoned you to begin with? And maybe names?" You struggled to maintain eye contact with him as he tilted his head at you, angling his body in a way that suggested he was about to approach you again. "I'm Y/N. And you are…?" You extended your hand to shake, a gesture that honestly seemed so ridiculous considering what had just happened moments ago, and where you two were.

"I am Loki. Of the Incubi," he replied, taking your hand in his. However, instead of shaking it like you'd expected, he raised it to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, the action taking you by surprise right alongside the information he'd just revealed to you with those few words.

"Incubi? Sex demons?" you huffed out incredulously as you began to break into a fit of laughter, pulling your hand away from him. "Now I'm definitely sure you got your wires crossed somewhere. See, Loki, there's no fucking way that I summoned a sex demon. We can start with…I don't even know how."

Your laughter faded into a little squeak as you felt his fingers lightly grasping your chin, tilting your head so that he could take a good look at you. You began to squirm under his gaze as the moments ticked by. "I believe you," he breathed out, the disappointment visible on his face. "A shame. How I would have enjoyed being pleasure-bound to one as breathtaking as you."

His words rung with such an unapologetic honesty that it had you fighting back the heat rising in your cheeks…and swirling in your lower stomach. The way he moved his hand to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your bottom lip, only worsened your already building desire for the man. No, not a man…demon. As if reminding yourself that he wasn't what he seemed was going to quell that fire; if anything, it might even make it worse, especially considering what kind of demon you were dealing with.

"Perhaps you unknowingly summoned me, then," he murmured, his face hovering so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your lips as he spoke. "Was there anything that you did tonight that was out of your regular routine? Perhaps that could lead us to…well, where we are now."

You moved out of his hold with an audible sigh. "Alright…well, I came home from work. It was my birthday, so I made a wish on the candle of my cupcake." You started walking out to the living room/dining area of your  apartment, half-heartedly waving toward the space as if to say 'this is where that happened'.

"Quite curious…" he trailed off, walking to the kitchen counter and running two fingers across the surface, placing wholly inappropriate thoughts in your mind about what kind of devastation those sinfully, egregiously long digits could possibly wreak on your body. "And how did you make this…wish?"

You started walking around your living room, trying to retrace your steps since you came home from work earlier, up until you also reached the kitchen counter, trying not to focus too much on the feel of his hand now resting on your lower back, fingers loosely curved around your waist as if he was ready to pull you towards him at a moment's notice.

"I wrote it…on a piece of paper," you muttered, placing your hands on the countertop, willing your memory from a few short hours ago to return to you. "I said 'This is all I want', and then I burned it on the flame before I blew the candle out."

It barely registered to you that he'd moved so that he was standing directly behind you as you were recalling the events before you went to sleep, his hands now resting on either side of your waist, holding you loosely against him. "Hmm…there it is, then. Your wish that you set aflame, that is what summoned me." You fought against your instinctive urge to lean in to his touch and shudder at the way he was whispering in your ear, lips hovering so close that you could feel them ghosting over your skin as he spoke. "Tell me, darling, what did you wish for?"

A shuddering breath escaped you as you felt him move, tracing his nose down the column of your neck, ghosting his lips along the curve between your neck and shoulder, all the while whispering against your skin his soft-spoken command to tell you what you'd wished for that resulted in him being summoned to your home.

"I wished for someone that would make me feel less alone," you sighed your admission, your words barely audible as you fought against your urge to tear up again.

You felt Loki tense against you, maneuvering you so that you would turn and face him, a mix of confusion and concern rife on his devastatingly beautiful features. "I must admit, I'd never been summoned by a wish so…vestal." He reached up and proceeded to push locks of your hair away from your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. "Usually when I am summoned the wish is more…carnal in nature."

"Because sex demon…" you muttered, smirks tugging at the corners of your mouths.

"Indeed," he answered you, a low chuckle escaping him as he tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Your accidental summoning of me does not change the fact that I am now bound to you, darling mortal. I cannot leave you be until I've fulfilled your needs." A shiver ran through you at his words, worsening when he leaned down, hovering his face mere inches away from yours as his hand traveled down the length of your arm wrapping his fingers around your own hand. "Come with me then."

You chose not to move as he began to lead you through your apartment, standing still and causing him to look back at you when he was met with resistance at your joined hands. "Come with you where, exactly?"

"Back to your bedroom, of course."

"I thought I made it clear that--"

"We're not to go there so that I may bed you, darling," he cut you off with a knowing smirk. "Unless, of course, that would satisfy your needs. In which case I would be more than happy to oblige."

You felt your walls clenching around nothing at his suggestion, tempted beyond reason to take him up on his offer even though you knew that while there was no doubt that sex with someone literally made for it would be mind-blowing, the last thing you needed was another meaningless romp in bed. "Then why exactly are you bringing me back to my bedroom?"

"Your wish," he began, relaxing his hold on you and walking back to stand mere inches from you. "It was for companionship, was it not?" You nodded mutely, a squeak escaping you as you felt his hand at your side, his thumb gently stroking along your ribcage. "From what I've observed with your kind, to sleep alone when one yearns for companionship may be one of the most cripplingly lonely feelings you can experience. I was simply intending to hold you."

His words left you staring at him blankly, struggling to process his words. "Honestly I just thought you were gonna skulk around in the corner while I lived my life because that would be like zero effort for you, and it would still make me feel 'less alone'," you tried to joke, biting your tongue when you saw that he'd only responded by furrowing his brows at you.

"You are far too beautiful to be this guarded," he murmured, leaning closer to you that you could feel his warm breath at the bridge of your nose. "You deserve to have someone to hold you. You shouldn't have had to feel this lonely to begin with." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I apologize. It seems that I was all that the fates could give you."

The gesture took you off guard, the tears that you'd been fighting back since you got home from work finally escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. You wrapped your fingers around his hand, squeezing lightly in a silent gesture that you were letting him lead you back to your bedroom. You couldn't form the words anymore.

When he had you settled in your bed once again, only this time gently cradled in his arms, a large hand stroking up and down your back as he began to lull you to sleep. "Sleep, beautiful little mortal. You need not be alone any longer," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Not if I can help it."

"I really don't understand why you would be upset over this, Y/N. You should be thankful for the sentiment behind it, not the timing. What's important is that we remembered eventually, isn't it?"

You rolled your eyes at your mother's condescending tone over the phone. You'd spent the entire drive back to your apartment from work listening to her justify herself for at least remembering to greet you happy birthday.

Only thing was that it had been an entire six months later. And now she was trying to guilt you into warmly accepting her half-hearted greeting of 'oh I completely forgot, Happy Birthday, sweetie', as if it held any merit now. "Honestly Audrey, how can you even forget your own daughter's birthday for six months? I mean if I were in your shoes I'd remember the anniversary of the days that an entire baby threatened to rip my vagina in half."

"Language, young lady! And how dare you call me by my own name, I am your mother! And you know that we were caught up in celebrating your sister's accomplishment with her school play. Becoming an understudy is a big deal you know."

"I haven't been a young lady for ages, and you haven't been my mother for just as long," you snapped back at her. "And even she was able to text me six fucking months ago apologizing on your behalf and greeting me herself. And how the fuck should I know how big of a deal it is to become an understudy I was too busy becoming the lead when I was still going to school. Last I checked you weren't even in the audience when that happened."

"You really should stop this nasty habit of making everything about you, dear."

You let out a frustrated scream in the hall, the sound prompting your apartment door to open, the sight of Loki stepping out the door clad in his version of "casual clothing" calming you significantly. 'What's wrong?' he mouthed at you, nodding in clear understanding when your only response to him was 'Mother'.

"Do you even fucking hear yourself?? You call me with a half-assed apology for forgetting your daughter's birthday sixmonths ago, and you expect me to just accept it with open arms going 'Of course Mommy I'm so happy you remembered it's the thought that counts'? And now that I'm calling you out on your A+ parenting at least where Stella's concerned since you just love coddling her and celebrating everything with her down to her fucking participation certificates, you're gonna have the balls to tell me that I should stop making this about me??"

The feel of Loki's hands on your shoulders, thumbs resting snugly between your shoulder blades, pressing and rubbing soothing circles in an attempt to mediate your temper, had you taking a deep breath before you went on.

"Audrey I don't want to hear from you ever again. Facts are…you haven't checked in on me since before I moved out of the house. You've pretty much mailed me everything that I left behind there so that you could tear down the wall and give Stella a fucking princess suite, so there isn't even a single trace of me in any square inch of that place she can freely call home.

"You haven't been a mother to me since Stella was born, let alone a mom, so you know what? We might as well cut ties now before I start saying shit that's really gonna hurt your precious fragile ego. Goodbye. Don't ever contact me again. I'm blocking your number, and if you even dare fucking show up on my doorstep I'll call the fucking cops on you. Have the life you deserve."

You felt the phone get taken out of your hand before he turned you around to pull you into a warm embrace. "Are you alright?"

"That felt really fucking good," you mumbled into his chest, starting to let out a hearty laugh as you wrapped your arms around him to return the hug. You lifted your head to look up at him, a smile stretching across your face as your eyes met his. "Hi."

"Hello, precious girl." A small traitorous giggle escaped you as he pressed a kiss between your brows. "Welcome home."

Your heart was doing somersaults at his words, your mind struggling to process them as he easily lifted you off  your feet and walked you both into your apartment. Home. The word rolled so effortlessly off his tongue it placed the cruelest image in your head.

One where maybe Loki could stay in your life forever. One where maybe in the last six months of him providing you companionship, you weren't alone in your stupidity in falling in love with the sex demon.

That maybe said demon fell in love with you, too. And the blissful domestic atmosphere that surrounded you whenever you walked into your apartment wasn't just an illusion.

"I have a question," you spoke into the dark quiet of your bedroom when he held you that night, lulling you to sleep. You looked up from your head's position resting snugly on his shoulder, your breath audibly hitching as you saw how menacingly beautiful he looked when his features were illuminated by the moonlight and nothing else.

"Ask away, darling." You could feel your eyes growing heavy as he proceeded to stroke your hair, earning you a low chuckle from him.

"You don't sleep…"

"That is true, I don't."

"So what do you do while I'm asleep?" You brought out another chuckle from him as you fought back a yawn after asking your question.

"Count the hours until the sun rises and your infernal alarm begins to blare in our ears and pulls you out of your peaceful slumber. In those hours, I read something from your shelves occasionally. But mostly I would watch over you, wonder what it is you're dreaming about that brings out such raw reactions upon your face."

"Fuck you must be bored out your mind, I'm sorry," you murmured, feeling yourself sink deeper and deeper into sleep.

Your brows furrowed together at the feel of his  fingers lightly grasping your chin. "Look at me, Sweetheart." Your eyes met his through your heavy-lidded gaze, a lazy smile tugging at the sides of your mouth as you looked into his darkened gaze. "That couldn't be farther from the truth. You could never bore me."

A violent fluttering erupted in your stomach as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a mix between a sigh and a satisfied hum escaping him as he kissed you.

"Never," he insisted before pressing one final kiss to your lips. "Now go to sleep, darling."

"Mmph…thank you, Loki."

"What ever for?"

"For making me feel less alone."

Those last words you uttered before sleep finally took you echoed in Loki's ears like ominous drums that signaled a death march. Each time the words came back, the sound would grow louder, beginning to thump against his chest as if his heart was rushing to give out.

He'd forgotten that it could even do that.

For so long it had taken on this slow, almost snaillike pace that he could have sworn it stopped beating eons ago. It was only that first night, as he held you in his arms, that he could begin to feel the echoes of a pulse once more.

Now those echoes were more than prominent, each thump inside of him signaling that now that you said those words, his time with you was about to come to a screeching halt.

He dreaded how it would  happen. Would he simply be summoned to another's bed, simply to resume the process of meaningless trysts with sleeping women that craved nothing more than to be fucked into a stupor that more often than not led to permanent and unfavorable side effects on their part?

Would he be called back to Lilith's domain? To face an admonishment for taking so long on this particular assignment when he could have ended your plight so much more quickly and efficiently?

Would he even be able to say goodbye to you? Could he even bear it to see the look on your face if he did?

"Take it back," he pleaded softly at your sleeping form, desperation lacing every word. "Please. I don't want to leave you, Y/N. Take it back." He held you tighter against him, pressing kiss after kiss to your skin as he kept on begging you take the words back. "I can't bear to leave you, sweet girl. I love you too much for that."

A/N: Okay so I took quite a few liberties with the request but I hope you like it, Anon! There's going to be a part 2 to this because I want to give them a happy (and smutty) ending.

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Loki taglist: @calumance @severuslovebot @moonlightreader649 @i-stand-with-loki @nixymarvelkins @cheekyscamp @lokisgoodgirl @purplegrrl27 @thedistractedagglomeration

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『Kalafina Anniverysary LIVE 2025』 On-site Merchandise Sale + Limited Gacha Items

The Kalafina live goods as well as a number of limited gacha items will be on sale at the venue pior to the concert. Until tomorrow, you can also still order the live goods on the website, to pick them up at the venue during a time-slot of your choosing.

Venue Advanced Sale Time: January 15, 2025 14:30~17:00

Live Goods Advanced Sale: ※Customers who do not have tickets can also purchase goods during advanced sale hours. ※During regular sale hours (17:00~18:30) only ticket holders may purchase goods. ※In addition to cash payments, credit card payments are also accepted but there is a limited number of card machines so during peak times, there may be a lenghty waiting period. If possible, please pay with cash. ※Sales times may vary depending on circumstances on the day. ※Please be aware that the number of products is limited so they may be sold out quickly.

Venue Limited Gacha Items

Gacha machines will be available at the venue, offering a variety of limited items. For those who don't know, gachapons are capsule vending machines. You insert coins (¥500 in this case), turn the knob and then a capsule with a random item is released. Basically, it's a form of gambling since you don't know what you will be getting and are most likely forced to play again to receive the item(s) you want.

There are four different item categories

Acrylic keyholders (5 types)

Pin badges (3 types)

Glasses cleaning cloth (2 types)

Secret items (usually a signed photo or something)

※Per queue, one person may only get up to 10 capsules ※Only cash accepted

Okay, who do I have to sell my soul to in order to get those two acrylic keyholders with their photo???!! Hopefully they have enough machines available so waiting times are not too long.

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📣ANNOUNCEMENT📣 THE BIG 2024 PROJECT

At long last, I'm announcing what I've been working on🥁

Starting February 6th and continuing every other Tuesday through at least mid-December, this blog will be highlighting the work of various illustrators of A Tale of Two Cities over the many decades since its initial publishing!💫

As it stands right now, the archive will span from the very beginning in 1859 all the way through about 1992 (with a heavy density at the turn of the century) and will contain just under 500 individual illustrations by 20 individual illustrators — in styles ranging all the way from pen to painting and abstraction to realism✍️

All of these numbers will continue to grow, however, because this is an ongoing project! In fact I expect the queue to continue through a good portion of 2025 as I keep finding and archiving more and more — there's just so much out there! For this reason I am not posting these in a sorted order — I looked at what I have right now and ordered them to feel random and balanced, with some themed for certain months😎

Also! A large percentage of these (about half of the artists and well over half of the total illustrations) are coming from sources difficult or impossible to find on the Internet and are instead coming from my own scanning work: When I would discover in my research editions that I knew to have work by new illustrators whose pages weren't available for online viewing, I would seek out and buy those editions for super cheap online and scan them on my own printer's scanner — so for a lot of the old illustration work that this blog will be posting, it will possibly be the first time some of these have ever been uploaded for public view on the Internet!🤩

As far as keeping the archive organized on this blog, the organizational tag for these posts will be " #illustrators ", and I will also tag each post with the highlighted artist's name and with the decade in which each set of illustrations was initially published (as far as my research tells me)🏷️

On the off-weeks, this blog will be posting its usual miscellany, with a sprinkling of behind-the-scenes and extras for this specific project. But starting next week and continuing every other Tuesday* through about the entire year, expect a new post highlighting the work of a given A Tale of Two Cities illustrator — and be prepared because sometimes the number of illustrations on a single post will be in the tens/dozens since Tumblr increased the max image count for a single post to 30! *with the exception of April, which is going to have a special schedule for reasons you'll see when the queue gets there👀

I'm just so excited to at long last get to share this incredible archive here! I sincerely hope you enjoy this fascinating and often breathtaking look at these tiny, beautiful pieces of art history!🌟

[thessalian]

Thess vs A Non-Existent Saturday

Welp. It wasn't quite as bad as I thought, but nearly.

Silver linings:

No one came in to dictate today

It wasn't quite the ~600 I was worried about

However, it was nearly 500 cases in the queue. Which is bad. Looks like nobody could type but enough people could dictate to cause problems. So! There's my Saturday gone as I attempt damage control. I've already worked four hours and there's still somewhere approaching 400 cases in the queue, so more hours are going to have to be done. So much for Saturday.

However, I have decided that since this is on my time, I am going to be smart about this. So I did my four hours and got something like 100 cases done. I'm going to take a break for a bit - quick trip to the shops, cook and eat dinner, maybe have a bath as it might refresh me some - and then try to get us down to at least 350. Another couple of hours, tops. And I'm going to stick to the shorter ones, as well, with good fucking reason. Firstly because I want to get the numbers down. Second because those tend to be the ones that go to the microscope view first (I already had at least one that already had the microscopy results typed by the time I got to typing the cut-up). And third because if Goblin's not giving up her Saturday to try to do damage control on this mess and I am? She can deal with the twenty minute Monstrosity from the Breast Guy. Fuck. That.

So this is my break, and I'll start up again and get some shit done, and it will be mega overtime and it will look good on my paycheque ... but I still wish I didn't have to. But honestly, my main concern is that if I don't at least do some damage control, I might be asked to reschedule my two days off next week. After the month I've had, I fucking need those days off.

Right. Less type, more break.

[insertsaddict]

So, I’ve seen the Mario movie! And it might not have been perfect, but it was fun. And now...I have an idea for an AU. Sort of a mix between the Super Mario Bros Movie and @krizaland’s story “Enter the Zimvoid”.

Don’t know if I’ll actually write anything for it (probably not), but I like the ideas I had enough to share. Queue the rambling!

The setting: the Zimvoid! The reader (or self-insert, or any OC) found themselves trapped there one day, and met a group of rebel Zims. The Zims like them, and listen to their opinions, so they decided pretty much unanimously that they would be their leader (taking the role of Peach). The rebellion is doing pretty well for itself, and they’ve managed to make their own little “kingdom” to live in while they all figure out how to get back home.

The Zim we all know and love also winds up in the Zimvoid, as usual. But there are two things that make his case interesting. First: he came with a Dib (and Gir) following him. But while in-between worlds, they were separated. Second: Zim landed in the Rebel Kingdom. He wasn’t captured by any of Number One’s goons, so he is currently the only Zim in the kingdom without a collar. (He’s taking the role of Mario).

2k (Toad) leads him to the leader of the Zims, hoping to impress them with this find. They and Zim start to hit it off, although they are worried about Number One’s plans for their makeshift kingdom...

Number One/Zib plays the role of Bowser...and yes, they want to marry Reader/OC/Self-insert. Zim Two plays the role of Kamek, and Dib and Gir have both been captured by Zib, collectively taking Luigi’s role (sort of). Gir is going to be used as leverage against the uncollared Zim who showed up and Zib is totally jealous of, while he plans on making Dib his best man and letting him help destroy Irken Armada across the multiverse.

The Kong Kingdom is replaced by the Arena, and the Rebellion are trying to convince to join them before Number One can unleash the powerful Virus he developed. Zim 500 is in charge, and Zim 100 is their champion.

...and that’s all I’ve got, for now. Probably not going to make a full fic, but it feels good to write everything down.

[harrison-abbott]

Tiny City

He didn’t have to go. It was still possible to stay. On the train ride to the airport he watched the stations zoom by. They were going far quicker than he wanted – and yet, he still had time: he could get off if he wished, and turn back the other way. Even though he had no return ticket. He could call her and tell her he was coming back.

That’s what she wanted him to do. Did she? “Please stay,” was one of the last things she had said. On a phone call, in her little bell-ring voice.

But he found himself within two stops of the airport and a few minutes later he was there and then he was heading up the escalator into the throng of people. He looked up at the DEPARTURES sign. And his plane was leaving shortly so he would have to go through security too. Instinctively he went off in that direction. He’d been to this airport many times. Mostly with her. And it was odd not having her with him and this made things even worse.

There were so many faces in the crowd. But there were hardly any people that looked like she had. Did … with her gold hair and green eyes. How many people have you met with green eyes?

He got to the security area. And there were long queues. He had to wait. And the folks in the queues were all chirpy and smiley because they were going on holiday. He seemed like the only unhappy man in a room full of 500 people. And all the while as he waited, there was that voice ‘Just turn around and get the train back into the city. You still have time. You don’t have to get on the aeroplane. It’s not mandatory. If she wants you to return then you still can.’

But then he was at the front of the line and a security chap called him to go to that number. Then he was taking off his stuff and emptying the electronics from his bag. Then he was going through the scanner. And it didn’t go off: which was a surprise because it usually did. Then he was packing his bag the other side and heading off into the next part of the airport where there were bars; and he found a bar and bought a beer even though it was super expensive.

He thought the beer might help. There were forty minutes until his plane’s gate would be called. He drank at the beer and tried to think of anything other than her but it was fairly impossible. So he downed the beer and bought another one and he asked for a shot of whisky as well. Despite having vowed never to drink spirits again after bad memories years ago.

As he sat at the table his phone sprang with a message, and he thought ‘That must be her!’ and he greedily looked at it … but it was only his brother sending him some goofy news about soccer.

You can still leave he drilled himself there will be a way to get out of here. Where is the exit? I can ask one of the staff. I can just ask the bartender? I don’t have to do this. It wasn’t even an expensive flight. You are the only one pushing yourself to go, and so, why are you doing it if you have doubts?

And he supposed there was too much doubt the other way, with the opposite inclination, so that that side seemed to be winning, and this was why he was here. And then the alcohol seemed to help because it made him vicious even though there was a splash of misery in there as well.

I don’t need that woman. All of those horrible things she said to me. I still love her … but maybe not in the same way? I’m not thinking rationally. And it’s better that we leave this country and never set foot here again. I’m not a native; don’t belong here.

Five minutes before he ordered one more shot. And necked it too quickly and he almost threw up. And he had to keep himself from vomiting right there in the bar.

The gate announcement saved him and he got up and was heading there at full speed. And he got to the gate earlier than most. He was second in line.

And then the airline staff appeared in their neat uniforms and makeup and it was suddenly all going so fast and he could feel the weight of the city behind him pulling him. And outside through the giant glass windows he could see the dense blue sky. And he knew that when he got back to his home country, the sky wouldn’t have that same verve. It would be white, or grey, and cold.

All he had to do was reverse and leave the queue and the airport. He had a whole range of sentences he wanted to say to her: he could call her on the train?

“Next, please!” the airline lady was calling him.

He showed her his booking and his passport and then he was going down a tunnel. Then out into the vast blustery plain between the planes. And there was his aircraft, gleaming in the sun. He went up the stairs and got on it. And the people milled about in their shuffling way and they annoyed him because he wanted this all to be over with. It was almost like when he went to sleep sometimes hoping that he might not be alive when the morning came: only wanted things to be quit and finished. But then the aircraft rumbled underneath and it was turning left onto the runway, and the ladies were showing them how to put their masks on if they crashed into the sea … as if there was any possible way to survive if that indeed happened.

And then the plane was zooming along the runway and it lifted up into the sky with a long lurch and he was going up into the clouds.

He always bought a window seat in a plane because he loved looking out at the clouds.

The plane rose and rose and the city that he had spent so much time in got tinier and tinier and he knew that she was down there somewhere. He was finally doing it. Leaving her here and he was headed another place altogether. And a great wrenching came inside his torso and he had to shut the window with a splat, and close his eyes. He couldn’t even cry. Because the pain was so hard that it almost didn’t hurt. It wasn’t sore; it went beyond that. He kept his eyes shut and tried not to think about anything.

That was fairly impossible too.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Info for Faith In The Future World Tour MINNEAPOLIS, MN - JUN 16 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

4:00 PM – Parking Opens 

5:30 PM - Doors Open

7:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

The Armory will not allow overnight queueing, but every location in the venue has a great view, so you don’t need to line up extra early. Queueing lines will be formed 2 hours prior to doors.

More from the venue here.

Note: the venue has not been clear about their policy, other than stating fans can line up no earlier than 9am. Keep in mind, this is Louis' policy for GA and queuing for all of FITFWT:

We do not allow camping or overnight parking of any kind.

Guests with General Admission tickets can begin lining up no earlier than 9am on 6/16.

Sequentially numbered wristbands will be given out on a first-come first served basis.

Guests must have a valid ticket for the show to receive a wristband, and All guests must be present to receive wristbands.

Any guest camping overnight or arriving before 9 am will not be given wristbands and be sent to the back of the line.

Guests are encouraged to return at 3pm to queue for General Admission

Security will honor wristbands from 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM. After 4:00 PM, guests will join the line on a first come, first served basis

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the GA line.

Guests are not permitted to hold places in line.

Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

If you have seats there’s no need to line up!

Subject to change. Check the venue’s socials for updates!

⚠️ HYDRATION REMINDER ⚠️

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

High temperatures expected: wear sunscreen & hydrate!

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important policies:

Parking: The Armory now offers parking IN the venue! Enter off 5th Ave S - Walk right upstairs and directly into the show! Reserve parking in advance here ($40). Parking and public transit info here.

ADA info here and here

Coat check is located in the main lobby and on a first come first serve basis for a maximum of 1,000 coats per event when in season.

Cameras: NO Camera Cases, Cameras without proper media credentials. Disposable cameras are okay in most cases, unless the tour has noted otherwise

NO outside food or beverages

NO smoking

NO alcohol

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO Coolers, umbrellas, strollers

NO Glass, Metal, or Hard Plastic Containers

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Fireworks

NO Laptops

NO Lawn chairs

NO Selfie sticks

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO Liquids of any kind 

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

VIEW VENUE MAP 

VIEW SEAT MAP

*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security

For more details click here 

Bag Policy:

A small purse or bag under 12''x6''x12'' is permitted

Not bringing in a bag will expedite entry for yourself and other patrons.

No camelbacks allowed.

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Posters larger than a standard 8.5" x 11" are not allowed (this is the size of a standard sheet of paper)

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 612-315-3965. You can also access their website. Email: info@armorymn.com Check their twitter here and IG here for updates. Address: Armory, 500 South 6th St., Minneapolis, MN 55415

[jinyuwintravels]

📍 Buscalan Village, Tinglayan, Kalinga

🗓️ May 14, 2022

❓ I first learned about Whang-Od when I was still in college, maybe around 2007-08. I have always been fascinated but I have no plans to get a tattoo yet. From what I've heard, it's not very hygienic to get a "batok" tattoo. They said Whang-od uses the same "thorn" for everyone in line and only changes when it breaks. Aside from this, the road from the Buscalan drop-off to Whang-od's village is very difficult to traverse because of the steepness of the cliffs and the area being underdeveloped.

Fast forward to 2022, also because of the pandemic, I'm thinking about a lot of things that might never happen, and one of them is getting a tattoo from Whang-od. At that time, she was said to be 105 years old although this is debated.

I already have one tattoo, a machine tattoo, and for me it's time for a new tattoo (queue Urbandub). So I joined a tour to "Buscalan", which took around 14 hours from Manila. We arrived early morning, around 4am but they said we couldn't go to the village yet because it was dangerous to hike at dawn. So we waited for the sunrise before going up, actually, we went down and then went up.

Just to share, I just came from my work shift and haven't slept yet. I didn't get to sleep in the car either. I also didn't have breakfast before climbing. So when we were going up, the hike was supposed to be relatively easy, maybe 30 minutes. When we got close to the village, maybe 100 steps, I got a little dizzy haha. So I sat down for a while and rested. I was accompanied by a guide and the other climbers also helped. Someone gave me candy, someone picked any leaf from the side and rubbed it on my head.

Anyway, moving on. Per our tour guides, the area is now better developed, having a new path that is much easier to go through. There are portions of the walkways that are cemented, metal railings here and there, and a nice little bridge way. We arrived at the transient around 7am and Whang-od hadn't started tattooing yet. She would start at around 8am. They sell thorns at the transient which is used for the batok tattoo and it is individually required, which is good. So no more sharing thorns, and it also serves as a souvenir. It costs 100 each. While waiting to get a tattoo from Whang-od, you can get a tattoo from other artists and they will even come to your transient.

I chose a crab tattoo which symbolizes a "traveler". The artist ran the tattoo 3 times so yes, it is 3 times as painful too. But it did not prepare me for the pain Whang-od's tattoo would bring. She hits hard haha.

When Whang-od started around 8am, we took a peek at her. We also took pictures to see the vibe of the place. She would start with the previous day's "leftovers". So since it was Saturday, she prioritized those that were not finished on Friday. When we peeked at Whang-od, we also saw that there were white boards where the number of vans, names of the guides and how many pax were listed.

There were 24 cars on Friday, and 36 on Saturday. So let's say there are 10 pax in a car, that's a total of 360. At least 360 people want to get tattoos. So good luck to the "day trippers" because if you get to the village late, they will not be able to accommodate you.

It was around lunchtime when we got in line for Whang-od and the tattoo was quick. She only makes 3 dots design but with the number of people in line, you can see and feel that she is tired.

When it was my turn, I chose the 3 dots to be placed on the side of my wrist. For me, the machine tattoo hurts more than the "batok". But compared to the crab tattoo pain, Whang-od's whip hurts more. We all noticed that even though the thorn is still stuck in your flesh, she will hit you again. That's what hurts, but the whole tattoo session only took 2 minutes.

Whang-od's 3 dots only costs 150. 500 on the crab. The tour fee is 3,300 including the van and transient, as well as food, yes, food as in breakfast lunch dinner on Saturday, and breakfast on Sunday. I just bought a T-shirt for 350. I would have liked to buy coffee (delicious promise), and keychains or magnets but I don't have any cash left (no data signal so no gcash).

⁉️ After a tattoo from Whang-od, you can do whatever you want. So we went to the rice fields or terraces, walked around the village, and took pictures.

We drank on Saturday night, and then after Sunday's breakfast, we left Buscalan. There is a little side trip to Benguet and Baguio. The term "core memory" is trending and this is one of my entries. Life in Buscalan is very simple. It's also good that sometimes you are disconnected from the internet and social media and away from your daily routines because while it may be tiring for the body, it is very fulfilling for the soul.

[vanmccannsfridge]

hii, i’m the anon who asked u about ur views at the shows <3 just saw ur answer sorry it took so long i dont really use this app lol

tysmm, it was reallyy helpful! i am going to heaton btw, literally didnt mention the most important thing lol 😭 I actually wanted to get tickes to cardiff but they were all expensive :( for me, at least.

so like 3/4 hours before doors? and sorry if this is too much but i see sometimes on twt people getting numbers on the queue, but i assume this didnt happen right? it was just running and seeing who got there first ? 😅 seems kinda crazy bc the only time i actually got barrier for a concert the security were right next to us telling us not to run or we would be put in the back LOL so i never had this experience.

tysm again! hope u have the best time at the shows :) Ur going to all right? 🫶🏻

hiya anon, hope you’re doing well !! sorry for the late reply 😭 but no problem at all ❤️

i think heaton you’ve got the best chance at barrier !!! massive stage and massive barrier, the two front standings are split so you’ll definitely get a good view, even with barrier in the middle ! and yeah the stadiums are FAR more expensive, i think that’s why tickets aren’t selling too good 😬

yeah i’d say 3/4 hours to be safe, and there were no numbers at any of the shows this year, no line leaders of any of that shit 😂 it was the chillest groups ever like if you left the queue to get something to eat or go to the toilet everyone was fine with you going back to your space & all that. met some lovely people queuing and did/ doing shows with them again !!

that security telling you to run thing happened at cardiff castle n1 and it was chaos, i will just say getting into catfish shows is a free for all… i’ve seen people fighting and getting pushed/ tripped it’s awful 😭 but dw heaton park is SO big unlike cardiff or edinburgh so everyone will be spaced out !!

hope you have the best time too !! you’ll definitely have to come back and update me after the gig !! and yes i’m hoping to do all of them 🙏 just waiting for vip london tickets on resale because they’re ’sold out’ (i think they’re holding some icl)

i’m going all out for these shows, buying the new iphone pro max to get the BEST vids of van and talking my camera to get the best pictures i can, aiming on 400-500 a show 😭 if they do announce more dates i’ll definitely be doing them too 🤞

[saving-word-crawls]

Black Friday Musical Crawl

By: IslaGrace

Welcome to the Black Friday Musical Crawl! If you haven’t seen my The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals crawl yet, and want to do that one before the sequel/prequel/alternate dimension, you can do so here! 6

(saving-word-crawls note: It's the last post!)

You should end up with around 7000 words by the end of this crawl. Hope you enjoy it! Also, let me know if I should make a couple more Starkid/Tin Can Bros crawls! I’m thinking of writing ones for Twisted and Spies are Forever!

PROLOGUE Welcome to Starkid’s spookiest musical! It’s so dark that it warrants its own prologue which, though short, is very creepy. Write for five minutes (the number of ticks of the clock there are before the music kicks in) to get you warmed up for the straight bops that are coming your way.

TICKLE-ME WIGGLY JINGLE Ahoy there, boys and girls! You know that you need a Tickle-Me Wiggly! He’s a wiggly wig and a snuggle poo! He wuvs you! He’s laundry safe! And he’s a steal for only $49.95! Sprint to the nearest 500 whilst you desperately try to save up for a Tickle-Me Wiggly doll! Wiggle your way through life!

WHAT TIM WANTS Tom will do anything for Tim. After all, he’s his son. Does your protagonist have a child in their life that they need to protect? How about a best friend, a sibling, or other loved one? What’s their name? Count up the number of letters in their name and write for that amount of minutes!

CALIFORM.I.A We get it, Ethan. You’re a good speller! Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, or any of the rubbish that Ethan cares about. Attempt a fifty headed hydra as you hype yourself up for your escape to California!

WHAT DO YOU SAY? Is that Becky Barnes? And Tom Houston? Get ready for an intense gossip with the citizens of Hatchetfield and write three hundred words. If you, like Tom and Becky, can’t think of what to say and you’re experiencing a bout of writer’s block, try to incorporate a scene with a gossip chain like the one in the queue for ToyZone.

OUR DOORS ARE OPEN Welcome to ToyZone! We know that you want a Tickle-Me Wiggly, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to pay up first. Sprint for fifteen minutes as Frank sings about all the money he’s about to get. These words are weighing his pants down!

FEAST OR FAMINE The bidding war for a Tickle-Me Wiggly has suddenly gotten very brutal. Sprint for twice the length of the song (6 minutes) to find out if you got one! If you wrote less than 250 words, chaos reigns! You don’t manage to get your hands on a Wiggly! Write another 250 as you sob uncontrollably. If you wrote more than 250 words, take what you want, return what you get! Well done, you got a Wiggly! Write 100 words as you celebrate and plan what you’re going to do with your new fwendy wend.

MONSTERS AND MEN General McNamara is back! Thank God, he is exactly what this world needs to defeat the dark force that Howie Goodman has come to know as Wiggly. Write until the next mention of your story’s main villain (or villainous situation!)

DECK THE HALLS (OF NORTHVILLE HIGH SCHOOL) Okay, this is kind of a good movie… Take a ten minute break and grab a snack as you watch Santa Claus is Going to High School at the movie theatre!

TAKE ME BACK Take me back in time… to when I knew what was going on in this draft. Write two hundred words as Becky and Tom figure out their feelings for each other.

ADORE ME You will destroy everything, and then you will destroy everything. Keep writing! Go for a ten minute word war as you try your best to resist against Linda Munroe and her cult, sorry, exciting new religion.

DO YOU WANT TO PLAY? Write 150 words as you try to hide from Becky and Tom… Seriously? I thought we liked these guys two songs ago?

MADE IN AMERICA This is a FULL bop. I genuinely can’t expect you to write through this song. Have a dance break

BLACK FRIDAY You’ve been caught by Sherman and he’s about to kill you. Write for fifteen minutes as you contemplate your life and what (or who) you’re going to leave behind.

MONSTERS AND MEN (REPRISE) Reach into the black and white! You must manifest these words into your reality! Take part in a three digit challenge as you escape from Sherman!

IF I FAIL YOU This doll is kinda ugly! Attempt a 1k30min as you finally come out from Wiggly’s spell. If you succeed, congratulations! Grab a drink (check for goo first!) and celebrate! If you fail, get ready for a punishment that won’t match the crime. Keep writing until you hit the nearest thousand.

WIGGLE Get ready to defeat Linda and Wiggly and their group of worshipping shoppers. Participate in a ten minute word war and try to ignore the uncomfortable moans!

WHAT IF TOMORROW COMES? Do you all see what I see? It’s you, closer to finishing your novel! Congratulations, but it’s not over yet. Quick! Sprint to 500 words before that… bang happens.

[foreverxdaydreaming]

usually the only numbers I really look at here are my queue and drafts, but out of random curiosity, happened to glance over at the following.. and then got curious about my sideblogs bc i fr just never look at it (especially with how infrequently im on here/just rb stuff)

several of the sideblogs have over 100, even over 500, and i feel bad for having abandoned so many writings/fandoms, but at the same time.. it kinda felt like a lil footprint left in each of those different paths.. idk it was just kind of an "oh wait rly? ppl seemed to enjoy some of this stuff..? mine? ..that's so sweet wtf? 🥺"

anyway sorry for all my abandoned nct blogs, my hardly active genshin, love live, anime, etc etc. the pokemon one i poke with a stick here and there, shitpost on main, and well, my otome one might as well be my main now haha

[lukowrites]

WARNING, BAD AND UNINSPIRED WRITING (to make up for yesterday, sorry my work's rough today, been in a mood, expect it to pick up again tomorrow) – 20 min free write: Super fun happy slide

My name is Terrance Weathers, and I am the creator of the super fun happy slide. From a young age I have always been obsessed with slides, the feeling of weightlessness, the wind in my hair, the feeling of inertia as I hurtle down the slippery dip gaily. I worked in accounting, like my father, saving pennies and cutting tax-costs for my employer, always dreaming of a more innocent, happy time. I was much too old for slides, and the thought of using one had long been forgotten.

I sought happiness in the nuclear family life, I met a woman, had a few children, and when they were old enough, I bought them their own slide in the backyard. One morning, I was having my milk-coffee with marmalade on toast as I tend to do, and I looked out the window to watch my children playing about in the yard, swinging on the swings, see-sawing on the see-saw, and sliding down the slide. They sure did love the slide. The thought re-entered my mind, the blissful feeling of the slide took hold of my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. After many sleepless nights stressed from work, I decided enough was enough. I went out into the yard, and went down the slide myself. Alas, I was much too tall and grown up to enjoy the little slide. I decided to search for a bigger one.

The water park in my town was famous for its twisty, slippery water slide. Adults very rarely used it, but I decided to give it a go. Shaking off the embarrassment and nervousness of being the only adult in queue for the slide, ignoring the giggles on the face of the teenage employee as he waved me on to sit down in the bubbling frothy water atop the slide, I entered the blue tunnel and sailed down. The feeling of hurtling down that tunnel at speed, propelled by my adult weight and the water rushing through was sublime, I felt so amazing I cried out “WHEEEE” as I went down, ending in a mighty splash at the bottom. I did it again and again, but eventually, the feeling subsided. Not content with just this one break in my doldrums, I needed more, but how? I tossed and turned in bed for multiple nights, my craving for slides had only grown, like an addict, my sensitivity had waned, and I needed a greater fix.

One morning I entered the lounge room and saw my children playing Mario 64 on their video game machine. Mario, the little man, was speeding down an icy slide, spiraling down, an abyss below him. This gave me the idea. That day, I rushed out to the hardware store and spent all our savings on an order for all the materials necessary to construct my dream slide. For many years I toiled, drawing up plans, conducting experiments, but it all seemed hopeless. One day, a local news outlet came upon my efforts, and did a story that went viral across the globe. They made films about me and the slide, benefactors helped out with cash and workers, and I spent every penny I made on the slide, until finally, my dream was complete.

500 meters high, accessible by the attached elevator. Spiraling down, an average person would reach speeds of up to 100 km/h. But I didn’t stop there. For the more seasoned sliders, I had a lever that retrieved the side-barriers much like in a bowling alley, for added tension and fun. As well, saw-blades swung on pendulums crossed through the slide at intermittent junctions. Parts of the slide would raise, allowing for jumps through rings o’ fire that would ignite. The slider would have to adjust their speed by controlling their body.

Nobody has ever died using the super fun happy slide, and I love it, and so does everyone else in the world, it is the number 1 attraction worldwide and I couldn’t be prouder. Come on down and see it today.

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[autumn-in-phandom]

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[nataliescatorccio]

hi i'm a new creator in the fandom and maybe you don't relate to this but how do you deal with your gifs not doing well? i just wanna stop creating when it happens and idk how to look at it in a healthy way

i think this is something all content creators relate to, and i’d say they’re lying if they don’t. we may gif because we love it, but it’s also nice to feel appreciated and can feel extremely disheartening if you’re just shouting into a void. when sets don’t do as well as other creators/even your past sets it’s hard not to think there’s something wrong with what you’ve made. it’s natural as a human being to compare and as a result, often be overly harsh on yourself. even though i’ve been giffing for years i still have days where i get upset about notes, and this is particularly true recently as people aren’t reblogging as much anymore. but here are a few small things i’ve tried to help me look at it positively:

firstly, check out this post. it’s one of the most helpful things i’ve ever read and gives some great tips on how to get over the note blues

remind yourself that getting notes takes time. i’ve tended to notice recently that you have to play the ‘slow game’ with notes on tumblr. unless the set your posting is a trending topic at the time, it won’t gain traction quickly. a lot of users don’t check tags daily, or they queue posts they see and this is particularly true of ‘larger’ blogs. i’ve noted sets where 24 hours after i’ve posted them they’re only at 100 notes, but three days later they’re at 500, and this builds over time. it’s hard to not get that instant gratification for your work but this is not a reflection on you, it’s just how tumblr is

visualise the amount of notes you have in terms of people. 50 notes doesn’t seem like a lot, right? but if 50 people were around you applauding your work, it would seem a lot better, wouldn’t it? the nature of the internet is it dehumanises people and makes you focus on a number, but the truth is even one note reflects a real life person behind the screen who said ‘hey, i like that’

this is a really useful tip that i learnt in academia, but one of my friends recently said they apply to their sets and it’s actually so smart: keep a document, or a folder, with all the nice comments you get about your work. you get a positive tag? a kind anon? screenshot that and save it. use this resource when you’re feeling disheartened about your work to remind yourself that there are people who appreciate what you do and admire your work

if it’s still getting you down, take a break until you feel in a more positive headspace. as a gifmaker on tumblr.com where there is literally zero income, you don’t owe anyone anything. what’s important here is you enjoy creating, so take the time you need until you feel that desire to open photoshop again

i hope you can try some of these things, and i hope a combination of these tips and just knowing you’re not alone can help you out. chin up anon, i’m sure your work is beautiful and remember you are a wonderful soul for providing free creative content to the world 💖