#this is something someone is doing for us for FREE and this will make them look bad

[pseudophan]

PHANNIE COOKBOOK SIGN-UPS!!

Do you have a really good recipe you think Dan and Phil would enjoy? Consider submitting it to this collaborative phannie cookbook that will be given to DnP at a meet & greet! It will also be available to everyone to download as a PDF.

Family recipes or your favourite dish from your country/culture is a bonus, but it doesn’t have to be that personal. All I ask is that you don’t go rip something random off the Internet right now just to be in the book, I want food you genuinely enjoy!

I’ve decided the most efficient way of doing this is to let you submit up to 3 different options, that way if there are any repeats (and I’m certain there will be) I won’t have to message everyone it concerns to ask if you have any alternatives. Besides, that way I can choose which version gets in based on your other options rather than which one “sounds better” to me, cause I think that would be a little unfair. I also have no idea how many people will actually participate in this yet, which is currently the biggest hurdle in terms of planning. If only a few sign up there is a chance we’ll end up using multiple recipes by some, and if somehow we get too many I’ll have to pick and choose. I do really want to include as many people as possible, but until I actually see the recipes it’s hard to tell what will end up happening.

The main focus of this will be actual food, but we obviously need to include a few desserts, so feel free to submit those as well just be aware the chances of those getting picked might be lower. The same goes for soups, I assume a lot of people have soup recipes and we might include a couple, but for obvious reasons it's a low priority.

Some key things to keep in mind:

Phil is a bit picky and has some dietary restrictions! He shouldn’t have dairy or chocolate and he doesn’t like cheese or mushrooms, among other things. That doesn’t mean you have to avoid these things entirely, but maybe your grandma’s mac and cheese recipe isn’t the best choice

While neither of them is vegan they do eat a lot of vegan food, so we definitely need some vegan dishes. I also think it would be really great if you suggested vegetarian and/or vegan substitutions you know work well with your recipe! That isn’t a must for every dish, but it’s a nice addition where possible

Tragically, Dan and Phil are British, meaning they won’t necessarily have access to all the same ingredients as you. Luckily they are also rich and live in a major city with a lot of options so they aren’t limited to what they can find at their local Tesco, but since the aim of this book is to encourage them to cook we probably shouldn’t be sending them on a scavenger hunt either. I don’t think this will be a huge issue, but if your recipe calls for something you think might be very niche or local to you it might be worth googling it or asking around

The final book will be using UK measurements, but if your recipe doesn’t then don’t even worry about it for now. We’ll get to that later. You also don’t have to worry about typing out the whole step-by-step in detail in the sign-up form, I just need a list of the ingredients and roughly how to prepare it to gauge whether it’s a good fit.

I promise I’m almost done yapping but lastly, about some of the questions on the form - you don’t need to know exactly how long the dish takes to prepare, that will depend on the person or people making it anyway, but we do need a rough estimate. The difficulty level is obviously quite subjective, but I just want to hear how you personally would rank it, and if there is a specific part of the process you think someone who doesn’t cook a lot might struggle with. As for the last question about photos, I’m asking both if you have the time and opportunity to make the food and if you are able to take a good photo of it. Obviously it doesn’t have to be anything professional, a phone camera is fine, it just needs to be well lit and decent quality.

Okay, I think that’s everything-

Here's the sign-up form

The deadline is in a week, at midnight Thursday to Friday CET :)

(I also made a blog for this @phookbook for information and updates! A lot of it will probably still be on this blog, but I'll try to post/reblog the most important things on there for those who want to keep up with everything but who may not want to deal with all the chaos of pseudophan)

[majoringinsarcasm]

The way fanfiction has become “Content I can complain about when there’s not enough of what I want to personally see” rather than “this person is so passionate and unhinged about this setting or these characters or their own original characters that they spent days or weeks or months or years or many sleepless nights writing from their brains to make this story happen and then posted it for free in the hopes others would connect with them about it” is really strange and upsetting and annoying.

If you don’t have the energy to write that’s okay! Many writers don’t some days or they fall into writing slumps. But the fanfic you read and think highly of did not happen out of nowhere. Nobody writes anything perfectly the first time. It takes time and effort and practice to get better at any craft and fanfic is no exception

But to say using AI to write fanfic because “not everyone has the time or energy” says more about how you view it than anything else. Fanworks of any kind are labors of passion and love above all else even if your goal is to share it in the hopes of getting attention. You have to write it first. Effort DOES matter.

Also unless you’re commissioning someone fanfic IS FUCKING FREE SO CAPITALISM HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. Write shit badly on your own. Learn story structure. He’ll make a bullet point list of scenes you want and dialogue you’re thinking about. The idea that AI fanfic aka the thing you do when you LIKE SOMETHING ENOUGH YO PUT EFFORT INTO is totally fine is wild. Why would I spend time and energy reading something you couldn’t bother to put time and energy into making. You didn’t care enough to try and fail until you got better so why should I care enough to look at it.

Fandom is not capitalism. Fanworks are not content to passively consume and wait for others to make For You. It’s sharing with the community and hoping you connect with people. It’s WANTING to make something. It’s learning how to make something. Why are we staying away from that so easily

Why would you want a computer to do your hobby? Is it the instant gratification of having it right there ready for you? I wish a lot of the fics I write could just be done so I can enjoy reading them. But I soldier on anyway because the alternative is that I just don’t write fanfic anymore. I do it for fun and because I enjoy it even with the road bumps in the way. I would rather struggle to find my own voice rather than showcasing a voice that will never be mine no matter how many Good Prompts I give it

just saw a fanfic on ao3 have a dedication for chatgpt... that section is meant for your horny perverted mutual who proofread your work, you violated sacred law and you will be torn apart and laid bare btw

[majinbangus]

ladsblvkahdbsgakcu guard dog ghost is so goooodddd

im so glad you think so <3 pls excuse the horny 》 18+ more here

There's a certain crispiness in the night air that hints it'll rain later tonight or tomorrow. You can always tell. It's a different type of chill that settles in your bones. Something that holds a little more bite. You'd pay more attention to it if you weren't being bit by something far more distracting right now.

"S-Simon—"

It was Soap's idea because of course it was. He was the one who told you Ghost needed to practice his tracking skills so he wouldn't lose them in the event that your dog actually needed to track something—or someone, he pointedly looked at you—down.

"C'mon, bon." Soap had slung an arm around your shoulders. "Help your dog do his training exercises."

"Okay, fine."

Turns out training meant them taking you out in the middle of the woods when it was nearly midnight and giving you an hour head start to run and hide before hunting you down. Soap stayed back with Ghost to act as his handler. He even put a leash on Ghost before starting the exercise.

"It'll be fun!" Soap said when he explained the rules.

If you somehow weren't found within a half hour—doubtful—Ghost would get a 'punishment' for failing the exercise and would receive more training; however, if he succeeded the exercise—expected—he'd get to use you as a chew toy on the forest floor until Soap pulled him back by his leash.

Unsurprisingly, you were found—within ten minutes, no less—and that's how you ended up here: underneath Ghost and covered in bite marks as he mercilessly thrust into you from behind.

"He's a good boy, isn't he, sweetheart?" Soap asks, groaning as he idly pumps his cock, leash held loosely in his free hand. "Found you so quick, didn't he?"

"Y-yeah," You choke out, clawing at the wet soil, cunt aching from the battering it's receiving. "Good," you gasp, blinking away a few stray tears, "Good boy."

At your praise, Ghost lets out a little amused huff and reaches around you to indulgently tweak your nipple. You shriek at the sudden sting, but he easily subdues your light thrashing by using his weight against you. He nips at your earlobe with a low growl, "Thanks for helping out, pet. Couldn't have done this without you."

"We'll do this again," Soap says, lightly pulling on Ghost's leash to make him snarl and thrust vindictively into you. "Y'know. For the training."

Sure, that's the whole point of this. The training.

[thetxtdevil]

TXT as Sonny Angels 🪽

What would you do with your little angel?

content: nsfw/mdni, dollification, soft dom.fem.reader, subby txt, kinda body worshipping

Yeonjun 🐤

"Do you like when I dress you up?" You say as you wrap the yellow chick hat over Yeonjun's freshly dyed black hair. His eyes were smiling watching you tie the ends of the hat under his chin.

"There's nothing much you dressed me in." His hands grab your hips pushing them towards his naked hips. You shake your head and Yeonjun loosens his grip. He is supposed to be your sweet angel staying still and patient, not someone to show his neediness.

You pat his delicate shoulders adorned with a pale yellow baby tee matching his hat. Your finger lightly graze over his arms to his exposed stomach. All Yeonjun could do was whimper and stand their like a good angel he is. You hum watching his little dick get erected from the lingering touches. Smiling up at his strict face, noticing the slightest bite on his plush lip.

Yeonjun's stiff posture weakens when he feels your hand wrap around his dick stroking him slowly. You study every small reaction that he tries to hide. "You do so well for me, don't you angel?" The puppy like whine that seeps through Jjun's lips has you clenching around nothing. But since he was being such a good boy you instead give the boy more attention going down on your knees, hands splayed on his naked lower half.

Soobin 🐇

"What do you want to be today? A cute wolf? A strawberry?" You ask as you search throughout the closet filled with the many different themed hats.

"Bunny!"

"Aw angel you know I don't like that hat because the ears don't stay up." Soobin's heart-shaped lips turn into a pout making you cave in and find the pink bunny ears. His face instantly brightens watching you walk towards him granting his wishes. You raise the hat snugging on top of his head, you hands drift down cupping his face. With a small peck of his lips, you bring your attention back to the ears. You tilt your head in thought trying to figure out how to keep them upright. Soobin's face blushes getting turned on by your face in deep thought. "Lay down angel."

The tall man does what he is told, comfortably laying flat on the bed. You scoot back to his face, kissing those heart lips every time you fondle with the long bunny ears. Soobin watches your face light up when you see the bunny hat look as you wanted. Standing tall like the cute bunny Soobin is. Your eyes drift over his body noticing something else standing tall. Upright and pink like his bunny ears you give Soobin another peck on his lips before bouncing on his dick.

Beomgyu 🐻

The man under you whines which pulls you out of your focused state, "What is it baby boy?"

"My hair is fine just fuck me already."

Beomgyu was the one to suggest to have him play doll and be used by you. However, it seems that he forgot how much a perfectionist you were when it came to dressing him up. Standing in front of him you fit a bear hat on his head, his bangs got in the way of his eyes. You kept pushing them back into the hat only to have a strand find itself out. "Maybe I need to get closer."

You bend your knees placing them on the sides of his hips, now straddling the man. He sat there, breath quickening when he felt little friction against his hard cock. "Jus' let me..." you sigh taking his hat off completely starting over. Combing your fingers through his blond hair has Beomgyu's eyes rolling in the back of his head. You notice his pleasure by the little action making you smile leaning your head down to kiss his bobbing adams apple.

You start to roll your hips giving friction he wants until you stop. The whine from the man was pathetic, but you had to free yourself from your clothes and finish putting his hat on. His puppy eyes on you paired with pouty lips waiting until you were done. You line his angry red tip to your entrance focusing on the faint transition of pout to smile on Beomgyu's lips.

Taehyun 🐱

"Uhh yeah I'm not doing that." No matter how much you ask and beg for your boyfriend to become a life sized Sonny Angel, he just doesn't seem to get your vision. He doesn't want to submit to the idea of being fully naked with just a silly animal hat on. "Fine, how about I dress you up."

Taehyun sighs, his big eyes drifting somewhere else other than you. He never says "no" so you run to the closet and pick and outfit. "I expect you to be undressed when I come back." You call out and to much of your surprise he's there naked, just barely dropped his pants. A smirk displays your face, checking out his hot muscular body. Unfolding the clothes you bend down having Taehyun slip his feet into the shorts you picked out. Then you slip a crop top over the man's head before putting a hat on his head with pointed ears.

The short's waistband was loose hanging dangerously low. Taehyun instinctively grabs it but you quickly stopping him from pulling them up. Stepping back admiring the outfit, Taehyun's lips curl noticing your eyes glued on his exposed abs. Your hands raise up to his shoulders leading him to lay down on the bed.

Undressing yourself making you the naked form instead of him, you straddle his waist. Taehyun gasps feeling your wet pussy against his rigid skin. His hands find themselves attached to your hips only for you to pull them away. Just because he didn't want to be a fully exposed doll doesn't mean he's not your doll for you to control.

Huening Kai

"y/n I-i don't know..." Kai says with his hands covering himself. He stands there with nothing on other than a penguin hat.

"Aww come on Kai you look so good." You coo, running your hands down his arms, "let me see all of you."

A blush creeps up on Kai's face. You would have stopped back when you started dating, but you knew that Kai has this new found confidence that you wanted him to relish in. He repositions his hands away from his groin standing proud for you. Stepping back to admire his muscular build, you lick your lips in hunger. "There you go show off that body, angel."

A small giggle comes from the tall man making your eyes lift up to his face. Your soft smile warms his insides and he waits for you to come to him. Cupping his face, fingers lacing through the chin strap of the hat, you pull Kai into a deep kiss. A kiss turning into a heated make-out session and your hands explore the body you're obsessed with.

"Now do you want to show me what your body can do?" The boy's eyes brighten, pleading you to let him have you. Lifting your leg, your bare pussy under your skirt was barely visible for your doll. A deep groan rumbles up from his chest when he feels his free dick slipping into your cunt.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 👼

taglist: @naoristerling, @inkigayocamman, @incogrio

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

It's a good thing that the animatronic did leave them alone however, "Like you said, we can't let our guard down. I still think Angrius is still looking for us. Who knows what he will do to us if he catches us. I know he's not doing this out of free will..though.."

Akane pauses, "You're right. They're not doing this because they want to. Something is making them act like this. I feel like they are being controlled by someone." She commented.

"Do you know?"

"No." Akane answered. Yuria blinks at Akane's tone to which the employee sighs, "I mean...they haven't been hacked from what I know but we got rumors swirled around in the workplace that the animatronics are being haunted by the missing children." "Are they?" Akane laughs, "I mean it's a way to scare people but..." Akane frowns, "That would be one sick joke if it is. Why? Do you guys know anything?" Akane asked curiously.

"Sort of. Also what is up the backroom safehouse? Why we can't go inside?" She asked Akane.

"So where were you when this happened?" Yuria asked curiously. Akane blinks, "Well…I was hiding, to be honest. I heard the commotion from the stage and the chaos was spreading like wildfire. People were trying to get out and I was helping a few people get out before looking for Kazuma and Meko. The animatronics were going rouge like they were going crazy. So I got lost and decided to hide down here when it's safe."

"It sounds like you were in the middle of it before going to try finding the other two. I Hope their alright." Nobara said that Ashley sighed to nod.

"Yeah, same here. Though, given the situation it was wild. Seeing the parents freaking out, kids crying, it was just a giant mess. Even with that stupid glitch going on..that made things worse." she keeps walking but stops looking to see two hallways. She looks to the wall seeing a dirty sign as she reaches to wipe it off.

It shows two signs:

Left: Backroom safehouse (Do not enter)

Right: Elevator

"...." Looking at the two, she goes to turn to the right leading the way. "Though, right now, we should be able to get back to the top from here. I know your friends are worried about you guys." she said.

"With all this happening yeah...though at least Angriuius left us alone." Hana sighed.

"That might be true but you should never lower your guard. Even if you think the other hunting you is off your backs, you shouldn't lower that guard. They will come back twice as hard to find their target. Just a hint of advice." she said seeing Hana understanding.

"Anyway, lets keep going. If we get to the elevator we should be out of this area soon." she said walking past some doors but most of them were pretty dark with some having lights flickering.

[xnova239x]

Thoughts on the final few Emmrich romance scenes below. T’is quite long, sorry.

Now, I am not one that likes the idea of going to bed angry or upset with your partner. But, in terms of this game, and the events within it, particularly at this section? I understand why.

This game is themed on Regret.

If you take Emmrich with you during the run to Ghilan’nain, he makes an attempt to apologise for the argument. But both he and Rook know that this is not exactly a good time to have that conversation. She promises to speak with him back at the Lighthouse. He accepts that choice.

I don’t know about how your games played out. But, my game did something beautiful and had no romantic combat dialogue trigger after the argument and up until this apology attempt. Which would be understandable for a couple who has just had a pretty big disagreement. They’re angry with one another and hurting.

It was only after Ghilan’nain had trapped him and my Rook released him, that it triggered again. After the “Emmrich! You’re okay!” “Thanks to you, dearest!”

(Listen to the utter relief in Rook’s voice here, btw)

And then Solas springs his trap card.

And Rook is lost in the Fade.

If I remember correctly in my hazy aftermath of those final missions, it’s implied that Rook was lost for several days. Enough time for the team to create the fake lyrium dagger. I don’t know about you… but I see Emmrich hyper-focusing on this work to try and stop himself from losing his absolute shit in fear.

He agreed to join this group in hopes of seeing and studying ancient magics and beings.

And here’s this pretty, young thing. Wild and free - bringing a little bit of chaos into his well-ordered world.

He finds the love of his life. His soulmate. The flame of his heart. The most magnificent thing that has ever happened to him.

And now he’s lost her.

Her promise of speaking to him later, of them fixing everything after their fight… disappears with her. And his regret of not saying anything… of not just apologising when he had the chance… eats at him.

He feared he lost her forever to the Fade.

But then, by Rook’s own reflection and sheer tenacity, she escapes the prison. Something Solas couldn’t even do without preparing a replacement.

He has her back.

But… Solas cursed her. He needs to make sure the Wolf’s magic is gone. So, he organises a trip to the Necropolis to use its enchantments to ensure she is safe. She is whole. And, there is no trace. She escaped clean and of her own mind. She was able to self-reflect and escape the Prison of Regrets. A prison for Gods.

She is the most remarkable person he has ever known.

The love scene. He finally knows and accepts her love here. She clawed her way out of hell for them… for him. He no longer doubts her love, her affection… that she wants him just as much as he does her.

He allows her to pull him up… pull him to her. Initiate intimacy. Allows her to lead. Another way of showing him that, yes… she wants this.

(And, of course, they would fuck in a coffin. Something gloriously gothic about that.)

Afterward, is wonderfully domestic. New lovers waking, asking if the other would like breakfast. Perfectly happy in this new development. Reassuring each other that hey, this is it. They are truly together now. Everything they do… will be together.

I love you, my darling Rook

No man alive is more fortunate than I

Speak the word, Rook, and I shall stand by your side

They will face the fury of a god-like tyrant, knowing that they will always have each other’s back. He will never leave her side.

He is hers, and she is his… forevermore.

I have loved… truly and honestly loved… this romance. I fear I have spoiled myself. Something about this couple has ticked every single box on my ‘shipper list and has its spiritual claws dug deep into my heart. I honestly don’t think I can even attempt romancing someone else on another playthrough. At least, not for a while.

So I want to say a huge thank you to Sylvia Feketekuty. What a brilliant mind, to create such a wonderful character and romance. Emmrich has to be one of my most favourite Dragon Age characters ever. This romance is one of my most favourite BioWare romances ever. I have adored every second with them… went through every emotion with them. It has been a beautiful experience.

Intimate and Sensual. Perfect description. 10/10.

[butchvamp]

i already said it but it does really frustrate me how little agency Taash has and the more i think about it the more insidious it gets. again their entire story revolves around Rook making choices for them, and they're also consistently talked down to by other characters, even if those characters are depicted as being friendly or nice. Isabela treats them like a child despite Taash being a very accomplished dragon hunter with the lords (which we see, repeatedly, when fighting the blighted dragons! Taash is not a child), and of course there's their mother (at least this is intentional) and both her and Isabela go behind Taash's back to throw them in with Rook, without asking for their input. Isabela just assumes without even trying to discuss it with Taash separate from their mother, despite seemingly being aware of the two's strained relationship... and from there Isabela continues to make unnecessary comments to Taash whenever you visit the hall of valor with them.

even Flynn, the nonbinary grey warden you meet in the wetlands, condescends to them about the Qun when discussing their gender, and Taash isn't allowed to disagree with them (apparently they give Flynn a Look but ultimately don't press the issue) and Flynn is depicted as being helpful in this discussion. Rook lectures them about gender and their own culture; their entire narrative revolves around Other People telling them what to do and how to feel-- it's obviously meant to be Bad when Taash's mother does it, because she (the Qun) is oppressive, but otherwise the game seems to be fine when it's Rook or literally anyone else doing it, because we're the enlightened Good Guys, and Taash is just helpless and confused and so oppressed. of course, i don't think it's bad for Rook to discuss these things with Taash or give them gentle suggestions, and i don't even hate the potential gender discussion you can have with a trans Rook; and for the record, their mother does treat them poorly. but we can't ignore the way Taash's repeated infantilization culminates in the player being the one to choose their culture for them in the end, because..?

well, the game clearly doesn't think Taash is capable of doing it themselves. at one point Taash links the ropes they wear for the Qun to the ones the antaam used to tie down a dragon and "blight" them. even if i'm feeling gracious and say that Weekes really meant that womanhood & their mother's expectations are restricting, they actively chose to use the ropes of the Qun to make this comparison, and so are also implying here that their mother teaching them the Qun has tied them down and "blighted" them-- that the Qun has "infected" their thinking and is as bad as the blight (this is also implied in the previous discussion with Flynn). this is.... really racist. it takes Rook and their, again, "enlightened" (white) ideas about gender to get through to Taash, nevermind that the Qun has its own ideas around gender that just get shouted down or completely ignored. the racism here results in the narrative contradicting itself, considering one of the first things Taash says is "you don't get to tell me who i am" but... Rook does, in the end, because intentional or not the game is clearly convinced that a person like Taash needs someone from outside of their and their mother's culture (aka free of "blight") to come tell them what's best for them.... 🤔 hm! and while it's true you can choose for them to align with the qunari in the end, that doesn't mitigate all of the heinous and racist writing that leads up to that choice (and that the choice itself is racist. and you have to make it twice!)

of course we can say that Rook makes choices for all of the companions, this is true, but it's obvious that none of the other companions' choices are in the same ballpark, we aren't directly deciding something about their identity, and none of them lack agency to the same extent as Taash. we can even argue that they need Rook to explain gender to them, no one else ever has-- well, sure. the thing with Taash is that some parts of their story, when removed from context, are perfectly fine. i'm not criticizing the way Taash talks or acts or "does gender," all of which are things some people may connect to for various reasons (all of our experiences are different) but unfortunately we cannot discuss any of this without addressing the racism that is so thoroughly baked into every aspect of their character.

i criticized Taash for being "childlike" previously and that really wasn't the right phrasing-- i don't think that Taash themselves is childlike, it has nothing to do with them-- it's the way the narrative treats them, the way other characters talk down to them, how it takes away their autonomy & forces us to go along with it, and ultimately educate them and "save" them, and i think it's worth interrogating why Taash, of all the companions, is specifically depicted this way (it's racism).

[hyuncode]

order summary. camboy headcanon package w/ ot8 skz. details include — ot8, no reader included, anal, sex toys, bdsm themes, hints of puppy play, sub!skz, dom!skz, mlm between members, and masturbation. attached storyline. @minnies-puppydoll sent me this, and then we had a very nice talk about how skz would be as camboys, which sparked both this blog and this prompt! most of these are mine, but lucky added some sexy additional thoughts! i hope you enjoy our insanity.

YONGBOK FELIX

Felix is obviously one of those who panders to the femboy likers. He'll likely be nervous at first, but when money comes in, and the requests get high enough. Or specifically when someone sends a tail or some pink panties to is P.O. Box, then he'll wear it. He uses a LOT of vibes. He also has a mask! Customized for each ootd, that covers his nose and mouth. He def has a magic wand that he's pressed to his ass before. His subscribers like it when he squirts n shit, so he might just jerk himself off and cum into a bucket while looking rlly cute!

Felix also presents himself with pink butt plugs and shit like that. When it comes to Anal, he won't do more than that though. (Wait—there is a possibility of him using lots of vibs and lower sized dildos)

He's just nervous to show himself off half the time. He needs some slight encouragement. (He plays with his nipples alot on camera). He eventually loves doing it and increases the amount of streams he has.

A really whiny one, especially when he's playing with his nipples.

Once he gets comfortable enough with himself and the idea of other people seeing him so intimately, he'll start accepting those fan mails. He thrives off of them, in fact! Lots of money, free stuff, and he doesn't have to stress through his indecisiveness about what to include in that nights stream.

Ugh, he loves being dressed in pink and shit. Favorite thing to do outside of his daily life.

His room is aesthetically pink, with white lights and stuff, especially for holiday themed streams. Pink thigh highs and garters are his deal.

And going back to the possibiltiy of him gaining a thing for anal, large uncharacteristically shaped dildos are in his park. It's likely not something he does often, but if his subscribers have been particularly good, or if there's a special event, he's break them out of the closet.

Also, a vibe that the audience controls involving gaming since he's such a nerd? A scenario where he has to reach a certain level before he can cum, a vibe attached to him in which the audience used to tease him.

There's more about him later!!

SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin is also a person who has to slowly get comfortable and slowly try things out. He's not trying big ass dildos from the jump. He started out making some jerking vids and streams until a significant amount of people kept mentioning his ass and finding interest in it. The happier the subscribers, the more income! So, he eventually tried anal play. Snd ever since then...

Changbin fucks himself. He also wears a face mask, black that covers his nose and mouth. He also wear a black hat. He capitalizes on the "juicy bottom" or "big bottom" fans. When it comes to Changbin in general, but especially involving this, think Beom from Full Volume if you've read it. The people who love that shit, those are his people. He owns dildos. LOTS of dildos. Maybe even some inhuman ones, a sprinkle of dragon and tentacle silicone cocks around. There's definitely one that's more size than texture. He bought it for a special event and that was one of his most popular streams. He only brings it out for special milestones.

He's fucked himself with a butt plug before on cam and everyone loved it. Him fucking himself in general is just his forte. At times, he jerks his cock and fucks a dildo into his ass, uncoordinated, of course, giving him a hard time but the viewers a good time.

The people like seeing his cock bob up and down while he rides a thick dildo.

He also gets a bit into the feminine side of things like Felix, especially if its mailed to him.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin's a collar bitch. He also probably has a mask on, a black one. There's possibly some black puppy ears, but—he 100% has a dog collar on, a whole bunch of charms that clink and make noise attached.

Minnie jerks off to the camera with a tight collar on his neck, no leash attached while he whimpers and shit. He definitely plays into both a dom and sub role when streaming. He's a switch. Despite the submissive demeanor he shares when jerking off, when it comes to fucking something other than his hand its different.

He definitely has some pocket pussies and ue definitely ruts into those, its one of his favorite things to do. This is one of the acts that can have him be dominant in the beginning and delve into submissiveness because he gets too into it.

Fleshlights and the little miniature women silicone things (forgot what they're called), yeah, that shit. He won't do anything too degenerative, but he'll slightly push a line.

He's not one to extremely enjoy being humiliated, but the thought of someone watching him while he acts in a certain way gets him off. He's still kinda dominate, so I don't think hes fucking himself. He's not major on anal, but that won't stop him from inviting someone once in a while to fuck him

He's more of a top sub puppy boy kinda dude. But he's still somewhat dommish.

BANGCHAN

Chan, Chan, is definitely a camboy that does masturbation (with his hand) content majority of the time.

He'd never do a stream with someone else, where as some of the others might. He has a full mask on, probably something like BJ Alex's, if you've read or seen about it.

Also vigorously fucks fleshlights and pocket pussies. The grunts his lets out!! He's making a show, presenting how rough he'd be fucking his audience if they were in the toys place. The silicone stretches around him, the outline of his cock being shown when he thrusts up, his cock being a bit too big for it.

He's a dirty talker.

That's how he gets his audience. He's not necessarily a degrader (like someone else), but he's saying some sexy shit.

He's a "react to" type of camboy. Like, they may send him porn and he'll react to it and jerk off. He's just a straight, fucking something, his fist, a sex doll, a fleshlight, etc. on his streams. It may sound boring, but when you watch it, it is some of the most intriguing media you will ever consume. The sexiest aswell.

Though, despite the demanor he has most days, he's not immune to being kind of submissive. He's the type to link a vibrator to the tips his subscribers give. He'd put it on his tip and let his subscribers torture him.

He moans really loud to appeal to his audience.

LEE MINHO

Lee Know's a very interactive camboy. His audience is how he makes his dough.

He's degrading the audience, teasing and humiliating the whores through his screen while getting huffy and puffy while jerking off.

He's probably like a BJ MD type (Yes. Ive mentioned BL thrice now), including the mask.

He may feature someone on his stream. Actually, its very likely he will. Because if he's not degrading his audience, he's degrading someone else.

If its his partner, he's making sure they're all dressed up but still as anonymous as possible. He probably wont show the camera his partner's face as much as possible. Still very dom and degrading, but he'll be constantly checking in.

He's a very sex toy-filled camboy, obviously.

Each stream features one without a doubt. He links a vibe to the money subscribers send and puts in on his partner's clit or tip, chastising the audience for torturing you AND encouraging it. He's enjoying every moment of it, laughing and teasing. Of course, while jerking off to the sight. It's fun for him.

Overall, he's really mean and dominant.

YANG JEONG-IN

I.N. is the most vanilla of them all. Not to day he can't be freaky, he definitely can, and he definitely is on his streams—but overall, he's pretty tame and indulges in his audiences wished frequently.

I.N. capitalizes on his HANDS.

He knows his hands are attractive to a lot of people, that's his thing. A lot of his content has to deal with his hands.

Up close fingering shots, and asmr with his fingers, putting it in a squelchy substance. He's fucking a fleshlight or something with his fingers, lubing the toy up and having a close-up on them. The mic is right next to the toy as he slowly drags his fingers in and out of the fake pussy.

He also fucks fleshlights and shits. Also one to use a vibe on himself, probably a magic wand. He definitely makes use of his shy and sub-ish side but whimpering and moaning while fucking up into a fleshlight.

His hips are definitely another focal point. He makes sure they are in camera and doing the work. The audience loves his V-line and shkt- the way his skin glistens with lube.

He also, never shows his head at all. The camera is cropped at his collarbone and focuses on his body.

Though, a mice is always near him, picking up his rough breathing and soft moans.

HAN JISUNG

Han is also one that capitalizes on his cute chubby features and shit.

He's also one who DEFINITELY plays into his subscribers kinks. He thrives off of his subscribers and will do near everything.

If someone in there requests a mommy kink, he'll moan it. He'll play into it for a couple of minutes.

He's also a jerker. Fucks his cock and moans all pretty and shit.

He may possibly finger himself tho, or use some small toys in his ass.

He thrusts into air a lot, whether into a toy or into the bare air (which his viewers made him to do humiliate him a bit). He gets way too lost into fucking a toy and then shoots a big ass load. At times he cums quick, and his subscribers LOVE that shit.

He'd purposefully overstim himself for them too.

He might wear an eye mask, but I dont see him having shame. Oh, his subscribers also like it when he blushes, so his cheeks have to be on display.

Might try self bondage.

Also!!! He likes wearing garters and shit for his audience!!! He gets really embarrassed but he turns around, ass jiggling and shit while he shows off his hole and the straps around it. Trust, something is wrapped around his thighs while he ruts into the air. Like suggested earlier, he's a mainly request type of camboy. Similar to Felix!

They also, definitely collab. Two pretty boys in one stream?? Everyone's going insane.

Its likely in Felix's room because of the aesthetic of it.

When they collab, they dress up in matching outfits (its near nothing) on Felix's bed and sit close eachother, looking at the camera and pressing their cheeks together—holding eachothers waist and shit. They touch each other all over when these things happen. Of course, all while talking to the chat about what is going to happen on that stream.

They also definitely rutt against eachother. Like, they're rubbing cocks through whatever fabric they're wearing, getting it wet and sticky as they get off to each other.

HWANG HYUNJIN

MY MANNNN

Hyunies a switchy man.

He'll be dominant on some streams and then subby on others.

On his sub ones, he's at the mercy of his subscribers, but he's a BRAT on those streams. He's always a brat though. Regardless, goal of these subby streams is to punish him as much as possible.

So, at times, there's a vibrator on his tip and a vibe in his ass—each are based off of his subscribers tips. So, they have to tip the fuck out of him to get him crying and hips jerking and shit. They always succeed and he's always writhing, twitching and whimpering at the overstimulation, rolling on his stomach and clutching his cock like it'll save him. (His audience loves the view of his ass).

He'll still insult and egg on his audience despite being tortured, giggling everytime they send more.

He's slightly masochistic.

He WANTS to be overstimmed and broken. That's his shit man.

Hyunie probably wouldn't invite anybody, but its not a definite no. If his subscribers frequently ask. He may do it. Just a maybe. He'll likely he a dom in that situation.

And speaking of dom...Dim Hyunie is MEAN, but hes also so sensual.

He's also an asmr guy like I.N.

He might smack a toy and roll his hips into the silicone and fuck. He grunts and makes loud moans and giggles to appease his audience. This is where attention whore inside of Hyunie stands out the most. He loves this shit.

He's a "make sure you put in your headphones" cuz he will be whispering into the mic and whimpering and bouncing a silicone toy on his wet cock.

reviews. requests are open, lmk what you think!.

[8-evil-annoying-catboys]

that’s a fair point. i’m envisioning something of a gift economy, so for example your table could be made to your specifications by someone who just, has the skills and materials necessary to do so, because you need a table and they can provide that, with no exchange necessary. i’m not necessarily thinking of mass-produced, well, anything—at most, artisans could spend their time making as many unique tables (or whatever) as they want and people would still be able to browse their stock. my point is that there would be little use for money if everyone was willing to give freely, and all of us would have more freedom to put personality, or our heart and soul or whatever, into whatever it is we’re each good at making, if we were more focused on providing for ourselves and the people nearest us as needed, instead of being focused on making money.

either way, money or no money, we can and should all agree on one thing: wealth inequality needs to go, and by any means necessary, if we want even a small chance at reducing the amount of suffering and evil in the world. money could stay or go, depending on what a free and equitable society would look like.

i definitely doubt money would be phased out in my lifetime, tbh, even if inequality was no more right now immediately, but i also doubt it would still exist for, say, 7 generations out from the death of wealth inequality. i think that the longer society went without inequality, the less people would really expect or even need something in return for providing goods and services, but i could certainly be wrong. i have no experience with that kind of society to say anything about it with certainty, we all can only pose hypotheticals.

maybe i simply give too many people the benefit of the doubt, since i personally would not care about getting anything in return for something i don’t need (like a table i made because i like and am good at making tables, or clothes/blankets i crocheted to have something to do) if i did not need anything i didn’t have, or if i could trust that my needs would be met by others around me with a similar indifference to being paid back.

fairness is certainly subjective, and in a world where i didn’t have to have money to buy food and water and to rent a home, i would see taking items off my hands that i don’t need, that are just taking up space in my home as a fair trade: my items for just the space in my home that is required to store them. and i say this as someone who grows food and crochets clothes and blankets, so i do know the work it takes to make necessary goods. it is also vital to have space to store those goods in order to keep a clean house, and sometimes you just want to make a pair of gloves even though you already have a ton of them and don’t need or have the space for more.

not everyone has the same attitude as me, but i do wonder if the attitude that everything must be paid back with something material and tangible is simply inherent to some people, or if it is cultivated by growing up in a society which requires trade for everything and does not allow everyone’s needs to be met. but that’s a question with no firm answer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and ultimately, the continued existence or gradual phasing-out of money is kind of besides the point anyway, since money isn’t the problem, wealth and power dynamics are. either vision for society would still be ideal, as long as everyone has their needs met and no one gets to live a ridiculously lavish life that is inaccessible to everyone else

I don't think that money is actually the root of all evil like if we got rid of money there would still be stuff to hoard inequality still existed before the invention of money

Money is quite a useful tool for doing business with people you don't know. And real billionaires don't just have a gigantic Scrooge McDuck sized pile of coins they're sitting on. They're hoarding housing, the means of production, imaginary value taken out in investment. This system would be just as bad if we were all paid out in quantities of rice or something.

[dearmyloveleys]

RE: the absolute fascination (and adoration) I have with the symbolism of Zhu Yan's and Li Lun's weapons, how it reveals their respective characterisations and the discussion of humanity

There are so many aspects that I love about FoF but I still believe how the show represents LiYan's relationship + worldview through their weapons is one of the best uses of visual storytelling and literary/visual devices I have seen in recent years. (long text ahead!)

A Gift and A Curse

Where did their complications start? The exchange of gifts. Why do we gift another presents? For affection. It's so ironically simple, free of malice and at its basis so, so human. For a demon like Li Lun who claims to not understand humans, he reciprocates the moment of kindness Zhu Yan shows him - the rattle to make him happy, and him giving Zhu Yan the umbrella to shelter him from rain.

There is something so beautifully ironic about two great demons eventually using ordinary, human household objects as their weapons. And items given to each other at that. When they first receive them, both the umbrella and rattle are just simple objects with no meaning attached to it, except for the goodwill of friendship. There is no inherent ill-intention and it is pure. Yet.

Li Lun ultimately only understands reciprocation, and not truly the innate kindness and affection which Zhu Yan demonstrates. Zhu Yan gave Li Lun the rattle to have him understand why he finds humans wonderful: Can any of our demonic powers have the ability to make someone happy just like this rattle does for a child? Li Lun gives Zhu Yan the umbrella because Zhu Yan gave him the rattle and made him happy. Li Lun understands the action, and does not grapple with its underlying intentions. He consistently struggles with this throughout the story, especially when actions do not match up with the speaker's reasonings.

Dissonance in character is an extremely human trait, and the understanding of this is where Zhu Yan and Li Lun’s stories and similarities diverge. Zhu Yan on one hand, understands the complexity of humans and is at terms with it. Li Lun on the other hand, never understands the ability to be complex and paints humanity black. Their gifts are still turned into weapons that will eternally curse them of their once-there closeness, because of each other and their inability to reconcile their ideologies. How they use the umbrella and rattle from here on, represents their differences in their views of humanity.

Double Edged

When watching any fantasy/wuxia/xianxia cdrama, everyone who is written as a fighter usually has an offensive weapon used and made for injuring and killing. But not when it comes to Zhu Yan and Li Lun - they are two individuals who will certainly be masters in weaponry if they wielded a sword or blade. But they don’t.

In the Wilderness, from what we see, none of the demons use weapons. Even Cheng Huang uses an hourglass. Both Li Lun and Zhu Yan do not own any weapons before gifting each other the rattle and umbrella, and these aren’t even supposed to be used as weapons. There is such an underlying innocence to demons that instead of choosing a blade to take as a weapon, they choose these essentially harmless items instead. Though, this innocence ends here. The concept of weapons is a human creation. The concept of making an item specifically just to harm others is an especially human conception. By adopting the identity of weapons onto their gifts, the multifaceted nature of weaponry and thereby humanity seeps into their characters. Weaponry is both ironically and ironically human, and their weapons represent both sides of human nature that Zhu Yan and Li Lun believe in.

A weapon is only causes harm in one's hands if you make command it to. Do you protect or do you do harm with it? I find it so telling and intriguing that Zhu Yan and Li Lun run off in either directions with the purposes of a weapon. Zhuyan has always been fascinated by the human world versus Lilun having apathetic views of the human world, and they reflect this in how they use their weapons.

Zhu Yan uses his umbrella to always shield his team, protect and deflect harm, while the harm he inflicts on others comes from his innate spiritual energy (one word spells). He protects this simple umbrella and preserves its goodness, indirectly making sure to not sully the goodness of humanity. Instead, he chooses to use himself as the offensive weapon. On the other hand, Li Lun turns his rattle into an offensive weapon, changing its tip into a dagger. Before it is destroyed, all his attacks are summoned from strikes against the rattle. He doesn’t care, and humanity is trash, therefore he treats this object of innocence with irreverence and violence.

Though, there still is Li Lun’s favourite question: Is it better to be a demon or human? He chooses human. Which at the very least, is interesting.

Who You Wish To Be

The thematic concern of LiYan's relationship is very much defined by this question they often pose or have been asked by others: Is being a human or a demon better?

On an even deeper level, the juxtaposition between Li Lun's use of the rattle and what he says, being a human is better, is even more encompassing of his character — driven, conflicted obsession. The same way he keeps trying to break Zhuo Yichen and Zhuyan, but manages to maintain somehow civil and emotional conversations with them, his treatment of his rattle but the fact he thinks being human is better, and his one-time statement “maybe the human world is interesting after all” are contradictory. He is never at peace with himself and cannot accept things the way they are. He is very much a child, misguided and believing that things are one-dimensional (all humans are bad, Zhuyan how could you hurt me for them) while things in reality are complex. Even his best intentions, from his line “I, Li Lun, will never run away from things (…)” is innocently one dimensional. He will never be the human he wants to be until he comes to terms with this. And most importantly, it's not even about being human. It's never about titles or names, it's about who he wants to be. Li Lun once again is fixated on surface levels that he doesn't grasp the depth of reality.

"Whether one is a human or demon, it's only a matter of titles. Just be whoever you want to be." - Zhu Yan, Ep 26.

Zhu Yan is the stellar opposite of Li Lun. He doesn’t sully Li Lun’s gift to him and uses it the way Lilun initially gave it to him for: to protect. And his answer to the Demon or Human question as written above is telling of his character, compared to Li Lun's set-in-stone answer. But despite everything, what makes everything so tragic is what started it in the first place: affection. One keeps that affection as a weapon to spread the same to others, while the other keeps and weaponises that affection to regain it all back.

Just like how he uses his rattle to relentlessly pursue revenge, Li Lun is so insistent on what should have been, that he doesn't see what can be, and it curses him. Zhu Yan sees the possibilities of everything, wants to protect the good, and it curses him. Perhaps its this inevitability of their separation and also the sliver of hope that they can reconcile, trapped in their shared respective curses, that troubles them deep down.

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Their weapons symbolise both their ideologies, and serve as physical reminders of their intertwined past. Regardless of how they use their weapons, they use a reminder of the other as defense and offense against the world. A diverged path still has met once before. The sharpest blade is still one crafted from the torment of memory.

On Visual Story-Telling

The use of these unusual objects in c-drama land as weapons is such a stroke of genius on the production team and writers' part. It gives so much more flavour and uniqueness to these characters instead of the usual sword or spear. Such small, precise, details with large implications on characterisation.

[chaiihuo]

୨ৎ 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 . . . ft. boothill

boothill x f. reader. fluff. sillies. dialog heavy at the end. selfship coded uwu.

boothill doesn't like free rides. he doesn't like the idea of being in debt to someone. so when he moved in with you, he insisted on doing something for you in return.

his first idea was paying your rent, it wouldn't go against his rule of not using dirty money for leisure. rent isn't a leisure, it's a necessity. but you refused. you'd go 50/50 on the rent. sometimes 60/40 if you worked less hours any particular month.

but it still didn't seem all that even to him. even though he was helping you out financially, he still noticed that you did so much more around the house. you cooked meals, cleaned the kitchen, took out the garbage, took care of your cat. he'd watch you from the couch everyday as you went around the house doing all the chores. it made him feel like some sort of dead beat.

he finally snapped one day, he was sick and tired of laying around while he watched you do chores, taking care of him, yourself, the home. he hated it.

"give me some chores to do," he said, stepping into the kitchen where you were cleaning up from lunch. you stopped in your tracks, looking at him blankly for a moment before shaking your head.

"no," you said, "you have a busy job. i can do the chores"

boothill didn't like that answer. "you have a busy job too" he said "if you can work and do chores, so can i can" he left the kitchen for just a moment, before returning with a notebook and pen. "just make a list of chores i can do"

you let out a heavy sigh, boothill wasn't a man to argue with, "alright" you said, "just let me finish this up first, okay ?"

you finished cleaning up the kitchen, and took the notebook and pen from boothill. sitting down on the couch next to him, you propped your feet up, using your thigh as a firm surface to rest the notebook on. you thought hard, making a list of chores for boothill to do around the house, separating the list into daily chores, and weekly chores. it consisted of things like taking the trash out, bringing the bins out to the streets on garbage pickup day, feeding the cat, and a few others. it was mostly chores you didn't like doing as much. things that were yucky, or stinky, or involved heavy lifting.

it was rough for the first few weeks of boothill having chores. they always seemed to slip his mind whenever he needed to do them. it wasn't entirely his fault, he really didn't mean to forget it. his mind was just always filled with so many different thoughts, and ideas, and things he needed and wanted to do, that the chores just didn't cross his mind sometimes. if what he needed to do wasn't right in front of him, he just forgot it existed entirely.

or, he would see what he needed to do, he'd see that the box of cat food was running low, and that he needed to bring more in from the garage, or he'd see that the trash needed to be taken out. but it would be while he was doing something else, and he'd always tell himself that he'd do it once he finished the first thing he was doing, he had a list of a million more things he wanted to do, and the chores would go neglected once again.

he tried really hard to remember, he wasn't sure why his brain worked in the way it did. and he always felt awful when you'd come home and see that he'd once again failed to do his share of chores. and when he tried to do them, you'd insist it was okay, and did them yourself. he could see you were disappointed and frustrated whenever you came home, and it made him feel awful.

he worked hard to do better at remembering his chores, and he started getting better. but he still forgot them more often than not.

he'd go through the house everyday, checking every room for anything he needed to do. going through a mental checklist of his assigned chores, checking everything off his list one by one.

the first day that he realized that he had finished all of his tasks, without even realizing it, he couldn't help the excited feeling he felt. he waited for you to come home from the market, greeting you with an all too excited smile.

"what's got you so giddy, boots ?" you asked him, unable to not return his smile.

"i got everythin' done today" he said proudly "i didn't forget a single chore"

you raised your brow, "oh really ?" you asked

"really really" boothill said with a nod of his head. "i ain't a man to lie, darlin'"

"you took out the trash ?" you asked. he nodded. "and took the bins out to the street" he nodded again. "and you brought molly's food in ?"

"and switched out the litter" he added

"well look at you" you said "i am impressed"

"ain't cha ?" boothill replied "i am too"

you let out a breathy laugh through your nose "and now you just gotta keep it up through tomorrow, and next week. and the week after that."

[sillylotrpolls]

Normally in these results posts I include some interesting/amusing analysis of the results, but as seen in yesterday's post I'm not really feeling it this week.

Instead, let's talk about something else interesting that happened with this post: it was my first experience with Tumblr's Blaze platform!

A whole bunch of information about that below the cut. ( @staff, if you're reading this, I have some ~burning~ questions for you. 😁)

I'm not sure if anyone noticed, but much to my surprise this poll was blazed on November 5th courtesy of @katco-cereal, who runs @silmarils-for-breakfast. They thought the poll was funny and had a free blaze thanks to Tumblr's new ad-free -> premium system, so why not?

What happens when your post is blazed

When someone else blazes a post of yours, you get a notification in your activity feed as well as an email. However, I first noticed because the poll had a little "fire" icon right above the notes.

So, if a post of yours gets blazed, you'll definitely know about it so long as you check tumblr and/or your email regularly.

Clicking the icon got me this notification:

As you can see, anyone can blaze a post as long as your blog settings permit it and it passes moderation. However, if you blaze someone else's post they might choose to "extinguish" the campaign before it starts or is over. If this happens, you don't get a refund or your free monthly blaze campaign returned. So, be sure the original poster isn't going to be upset at being blazed or else be comfortable being out the princely sum of $10 (or however much you spent).

Why you might want to check before blazing a post

I was touched that someone found my poll funny enough to reblog, but there is a reason I might still have extinguished the campaign early: you can't edit a blazed post while it's blazing.

Obviously you already can't edit polls (a fact I approve of, actually), but I do often go back and add context to posts or links or just fix a typo or whatever. Even adding a new tag would have required ending the campaign first.

This makes sense! The post has been through moderation, and it would be a huge loophole if you could submit something unobjectionable, like Gollum singing about how he likes it raw and wriggling, and then edit the post to feature hardcore Gandalf/Balrog porn after the campaign starts. But it's something you should be aware of before blazing.

The report and how to interpret it

Here's a copy of the report I was emailed after the campaign ended. It was sent pretty quickly; clearly Tumblr puts some effort into providing a good experience for users willing to actually give them money unlike the vast majority of us.

Something I have frequently lamented while running this blog is the lack of detailed stats. In particular, I would love a time-stamped breakdown of votes, so I can see exactly when a certain option took off or how getting reblogged by a certain popular blog affected things. With this report I still don't have that, but I did get some impressions stats.

As it happens, I have experience marketing and running ads on other social media platforms (mostly Twitter (RIP) and LinkedIn), so I had no trouble interpreting this. If you don't have that specific experience, however, let me break it down for you.

About impressions

According to the report, I got 3,677 impressions, 277 of which were "earned." An impression is when someone sees your post. Or, more accurately, an impression is when Tumblr puts a post on someone's dash. It's entirely possible for Tumblr to do that but for users not to actually see the post because they have some sort of ad-block in place. How exactly a platform determines if a post was seen is generally kept secret in hopes of preventing exploitation.

An "earned" impression in this context means someone saw the poll because it was blazed and decided to reblog it. Then, additional users saw their reblog. Those additional users seeing it are the "earned" impressions. Same for the other stats in this report.

Note that this report is only for impressions and other stats related to the blazed version of the post. If you saw this poll because you follow @sillylotrpolls or because someone who does reblogged it, that impression is not counted in this report.

Something else to notice is that the campaign promised that the post would be shown to "at least 2500 users." Why not make that exactly 2500 users? A few reasons come to mind. This is educated speculation as I do not work for Tumblr, but it's very likely a combination of:

Not being able to be 100% certain each user actually saw the post for above ad-blocker reasons (or if their dash just glitched for whatever reason, or the power went out as they were scrolling, or whatever).

The blaze system lags in counting how many impressions have already been served, so it's simpler to just show the post extra times rather than constantly checking to see if the count is at 2500 yet.

It's marketing technique meant to make users feel good about choosing Blaze because Tumblr is being generous with the impressions (which is fine to feel! there is nothing wrong with appreciating something nice!)

Votes = impressions?

Finally on the topic of impressions, one thing I really love about running polls is that they are a good proxy for measuring impressions without an ad campaign. When you scroll through your dash, you probably vote in most of the polls, right? Even the ones you don't like or reblog? (Actually, now that I'm saying it, I realize I'm not sure and would dearly love some stats on this.)

If you look at literally any poll on this blog, you'll see the number of votes is much higher than the number of notes. Since each user can only vote in a poll once, it makes a good estimate for how many people saw your post even if they didn't otherwise interact with it.

On the other hand, sometimes I have a poll that gets very few votes compared to other polls posted in that same time-frame. When that happens, it's probably not that I'm getting less impressions, since I can generally assume about the same number of followers are seeing each of those posts. Instead, it's much more likely that people just didn't want to vote on that particular poll.

A good example is this poll on dwarfism. I know it got at least 85 impressions, because it got that many votes, but generally other polls that didn't do well in that month got at least 200 votes or so. So votes can be a quick proxy for a proper impression count, but you have to be aware of complicating factors.

What about those other stats?

An engagement means someone interacted with the post. This includes clicks, follows, shares, replies, reblogs, and likes. It does not include votes.

A click means a user clicked on a link in your post. This is an important measurement in most "real" campaigns because you make the post trying to get people to click a link to the page selling your product or whatever. If there's no link (as was the case here), this stat will be zero no matter what.

A follow is pretty self-explanatory, but I will mention it can be difficult to capture all follows as a result of a campaign, especially if a user has turned off tracking cookies. If a user follows directly from the blazed post, of course that will be captured in the report. But what if a user sees the blazed post, then goes to check out the blog and see if they like it before deciding to follow? Depending on how the system is set up, that may or may not be reflected in the report.

The other stats I'm guessing you're familiar with if you use tumblr in any capacity at all. XD Once again, "earned" means the engagement happened on a post that was reblogged by a user who saw the post in blazed format. Interesting to me was the high ratio of reblogs to likes in the report. I'd have to see reports from additional campaigns to have any insight into whether that's common for blazed posts or specific to this one, however.

Something else I'm curious about is if any of these engagements are "hidden" in the notes until after the campaign ends. It's not going to be noticeable with reblogs or likes unless you're very meticulous, but I noticed right off that the number of replies the poll theoretically had (6) wasn't matching the number of replies I could see in the notes (4).

Usually if there's a mismatch like that I would assume it's because either I have a user blocked or visa versa, but that shouldn't be possible on my own blog, right? And if I go to check now, there are indeed the number of replies the notes say there should be, and they're timestamped Nov 5. So, I guess they were hidden? But I have no idea at all why that would be, as it would require extra code to make that happen, right? Very odd.

Is blazing a post a good idea?

Sure, if you like a post and want it to get more attention, why not? Just be sure the author (if not you) is cool with it and doesn't have plans to edit that post. However, it's also the case that a good post will probably spread around Tumblr anyway.

If I were making the call and had a set budget to work with, I'd blaze under some combination of the following circumstances:

The source blog doesn't have very many followers so the post isn't likely to be seen otherwise

The source blog has followers, but the post to be blazed would be popular with an audience beyond the typical demographics of those existing followers

Getting only a few clicks is enough to justify the cost of the campaign

Getting the post in front of users, regardless of any engagements, is enough to justify the cost of the campaign

In this case, Katco had a free blaze to burn (heh) and it was worth it to them to share the post with no potential personal return simply because they thought the post was funny and should be shared. And as a bonus, we got to learn about the Blaze process together, which was neat.

Generally, just keep your expectations realistic and remember it's only Tumblr, after all. $10 to have a little fun is perfectly justifiable if it brings you joy.

Okay, fine, a LITTLE bit of poll analysis

I said I didn't want to dig into the results, but I think we can all agree that "The monarchy is fine, but city-states like Rivendell aren't" getting 0.3% of the vote while "City-states are fine, but Galadriel should face re-election every 500 years" got 10.2% is pretty interesting, right? Can we get a Political Science major in here to dive into that result?

And how about the notion that monarchies are great so long as you like the guy in charge (17.2%)? And yeah, the Shire has democracy, but it's limited and both Merry and Pippin are part of aristocratic lines and inherit (not earn) positions of power...

Apparently even when I'm depressed, I just can't help but be interested in data. It is a sickness gift.

Finally, I'll leave you with these tags from @narcissusneverknewme:

#honestly this is a case of 'any system can fall to corruption'#our government sucks not bc it's a democracy but because its corrupt at every level of governance#lol#the bureaucracy and the fact they can just lie to citizens and do horrible harm. like red hill#or flint mi#this wouldn't happen under aragorn#not bc he's a king but bc he isn't corrupt

[curiositysavesthecat]

*Anon is struggling with mental health issues and is NOT trying to shame those who face the same battles nor do they look for “something to make them feel better about themself and their situation”. This is a genuine question / something they genuinely want to know, and so they asked us to make a poll for them.

This poll was submitted to us and we simply posted it so people could vote and discuss their opinions on the matter. If you’d like for us to ask the internet a question for you, feel free to drop the poll of your choice in our inbox and we’ll post them anonymously (for more info, please check our pinned post).

[mothmothwoth]

I don’t think Shilo really understands consent.

Like- as a required and good thing. He does know theoretically what he does is bad. He understands that his manipulation and domination of people is a violation but it seems very soft of a boundary to him. Despite what people tell him over and over about how wrong his constant domination of mortals or other vampires is he doesn’t stop. He thinks he knows better, and so he does it with no regard for the other person at all. And if he is told that what he did was horrible he tries to explain that his fix was important and helpful, not considering the possibility that the act itself is the problem. You can see when Emizel confronts him with what he did to Theo, he is defensive of his reasoning first and only when Emizel doesn’t back down (because that’s not really the issue here) does Shilo offer to maybe fix Theo (It’s also telling that he does this by adding another command instead of nullifying what he did previously)

I don’t think he understands why taking away someone’s free will and choice is bad. It’s the thing of like yeah you’re told doing this is bad, but you can get what you want by doing it and no one ever explains how it hurts people or why it’s wrong so you just get better at doing it when no one’s looking. Shilo sees he has the power to do this, and thus he does. It’s about being above the people he does this to, he knows better then them, he’s more powerful so he is entitled to this. And I think his worldview is so interesting when considering Shilo’s own treatment and lack of autonomy. Because it’s a system of abuse.

Shilo has lived in the castle his whole life, trapped in his room. He isn’t allowed to leave, he isn’t allowed to talk to people, he isn’t allowed books outside of what is approved, he is taught by his uncle, he attends lessons when told to, he eats what they provide him, he sees his mother when she wants to see him. Shilo isn’t allowed to be a person. Shilo wants to go outside, and to see what his books talk about, to have experiences. But Shilo is weaker than his uncle, weaker than his mother, so he cant. If he was better, if he was smarter, if he was more powerful he could have control. But he doesn’t.

He uses the guards, because since they are weaker than him they don’t get to have control. He does not care if he gets them killed, because if you are above someone you get to decide their life. It’s the strong’s right to own the weak. It’s how Shilo is obedient and submissive because he knows his place. He was never allowed autonomy so that’s how he sees everyone else too. He doesn’t see that this was wrong and so perpetuates the cycle. He acts within the rules of that system he has grown up in when that system doesn’t exist. The things people are expecting him to already know he can’t comprehend. Consent isn’t something he was ever taught or shown, so he can’t internalize it. Because of this lack of understanding he also can’t fully explain or process what happens to him.

There is a lack of really talking about or processing what Edward did to Shilo by the characters. And Shilo specifically hates Edward but in an almost disconnected way if that makes sense. He does not want to see Edward and doesn’t like to think about it but when they talk about hating the guy and planning to kill him Shilo talks about how his face is weird and that he’s an asshole but not really about the blood bond or anything. I think Shilo can’t actually conceptualize why this event, waking up in a creepy guys house in a robe forcibly bonded while unconscious and then tricked into it again under false pretenses all while being in this guys bed with him trying to seduce you or something, freaks him out so much. Because to him that should be completely in line with the system, it’s normal so he shouldn’t be feeling like this, it isn’t a big deal. But it is and Shilo doesn’t know why. He can’t explain really what it was to anyone either because he doesn’t know what made it so bad. And since he can’t get it, he can’t learn anything from it, he commits to the system harder and plans revenge. Shilo gets worse and the cycle goes on.

I don’t really have a way to end this I just- Shilo makes me crazy. I hope he kills people next season.

[procyonloser]

(serial killer au pt 2. Warning for serial killer things and dubcon)

Adam rolled over on the floor he'd found himself on, still drugged and tired from the last few days. He wasn't actually certain how long he'd been... wherever he was. He was just in pain, tired, and unable to think clearly anymore; in part, likely do to the IV coming out of his arm. The room itself was large, tiled floors with a few drains in the floor - to Adam, it reminded him of locker room showers, and he wondered if it was in some sort of broken down school. No one had come to help him that first night after he screamed and screamed, until his throat was bloody.

After the first night, Lucifer had decided on keeping him around, at least temporarily. But, Adam was a flight risk, according to him, and his size meant he could likely fight off Lucifer if he were to somehow get free.

So Lucifer had cut his Achilles tendons, after doping him up on something. He'd had a set of medical supplies, scrubs, and his ability to put in the IV made Adam wonder if he was in the medical field. Or, at least, he wondered it briefly, before screaming in agony as Lucifer sliced through flesh.

He tried to push up on an arm, still cuffed to a bolt coming out of the wall, except the connection found itself around his throat, a collar on him to keep him from fleeing. Not like he could go far in this state anyway, he could only crawl on his knees, ankles wrapped in bandages but only enough to keep them clean, not to keep him upright.

Adam was met with a shock of blood across the room, and a distorted mess of human remains that made his stomach begin to turn. The only thing that kept him from vomiting was the fact he could barely tell what was what, it looked fake enough that his eyes lied to his other senses that could smell the metallic tang of blood and cleaners.

A hand ran through his hair, and Adam jolted, some part of him hoping against hope he'd see someone there to save him, but it was only Lucifer. He was perfectly clean, somehow.

"You don't really know anything about me, do you?" Lucifer asked, fingers catching under Adam's chin, caressing his lip with his thumb. Adam almost bit it, wanting to take something from Lucifer, like Lucifer had taken from him. "You don't seem like the type that watches the news...or reads."

Adam's eyes moved back to the mess of red and white and flesh. His body began to shake, against his will.

"I've actually been killing for a long time now, across the country, but I've wanted to... test my craft, I wanted to tell a story, to put on a performance. I used to be well regarded, you know. But, I had a... fall from grace, people called it." Lucifer explained, using pressure to open Adam's mouth up, and he did so willingly. Fingers pushing into his mouth, rubbing against his tongue. "So, I wanted to tell that story. I wanted to punish them, to make them hurt too."

Lucifer paused, looking down at him with a half smile. "You're supposed to be sucking, Adam."

Adam panicked, trying to push up more so he would be able to suck on his fingers easier. He ran his tongue over and around them, bobbing his head, trying to copy any of the girls that had given him head, but it felt sloppy even to him, and it was weird to do on fingers.

"Good boy," Lucifer hummed, before continuing. "I take them apart, my models. I move them around, until I can make something new. My first creation was a fallen angel, and I hung her in a park, it was the holidays and there was a beautiful old wooden cross there. She looked amazing there, but no one understood I'd given her more purpose than she'd had. They didn't understand that she was art."

Adam realized he had heard mentions of this, some grim murders that had people paranoid, but he'd always been a big guy. He'd get into bar fights, he'd passed out drunk in the street before and nothing had ever happened to him. He was supposed to be safe.

"But, that's how I got the name Lucifer. The fallen angel. I am fond of it, truth be told."

Adam said nothing, trying not to cry as he licked the pads of his fingers, until they were pulled from his mouth, and saliva felt wet dripping down his chin. Lucifer just smiled at him, before reaching down to unzip his pants, pulling himself free in front of Adam. He was stupidly huge, and half hard.

"You don't have to, of course. I'm not a monster." Lucifer said in such a sweet voice that Adam nearly forgot the bloodied remains of a victim not but ten feet away,.

"I want to," Adam said, voice hoarse.

He wanted to live.

[animatedjen]

17 BBY - Zorşa Edan, City of Zelvahn, Inner Rim

“Do I know you?”

The man froze. Tayala often ran into friends while out on errands– Abla joked that she was on a first-name basis with half the town. But this man, towering over the market in a maroon coat and threadbare hat, was both familiar and foreign. She shouldered her groceries and joined him at the stall, trying to place his dark hair and furrowed brow.

The man shook his head. “I’m really sorry. You’re thinking of someone else,” he said, dismissing her with a wave.

She was thinking of someone else. Embarrassment flushed across Tayala’s face. She mumbled an apology and stepped back into the midday crowd as the stranger moved on, rounding Qurna’s place at the end of the street. Tayala adjusted her headscarf and collected the wayward topato that had fallen from her bag. It’d be a good story for the clinic tomorrow, Doctor Akuna finally meeting someone she didn’t know.

She let herself glance once more at the man. He had stepped off the road to avoid a passing speeder, and paused only to roll out his shoulder, reaching a hand to where the Separatist had stabbed–

Tayala did know him. The Jedi.

“Boone.”

His gaze snapped up, and in a breath the man disappeared. Tayala darted forward, skirting the customers and idling hovercraft scattered around the city inn. Someone yelled, and she knew she’d get an earful from RN-8T after this; the droid prided itself on keeping the establishment free from “riff-raff” and “excitement.”

The streets narrowed here, ancient stone walls covered with generations of dirt and memory. New Imperial signage had been drilled into their crumbling foundations: updated trade regulations, identichip requirements, directions to the nearby recruitment office. Tayala passed a group of vagrant Neimodians and cut through a side street, then paused at the next intersection. How far could he have gone?

Something cold pressed against her back. “I don’t want to do this,” the Jedi said softly. “But you’re making it very difficult.”

A blaster. Tayala’s heartbeat thundered over the hum of the charged weapon. “There was an insurgent group based here during the war,” she whispered. “You were sent by the council to flush them out.”

Boone (she was sure of it now) adjusted the blaster slightly, his eyes scanning the nearby alley. “I was one of the local informants,” Tayala continued, “feeding them false leads. I gave you a cheffa cake the night you left.”

“With dewberries,” Boone murmured. He stepped forward, moving both of them further into the alleyway. “Did you also bake cakes for the Imperial patrol heading this way?”

“Their garrison is behind the old city,” Tayala said, panic rising in her throat. She twisted in his grasp but couldn’t see any patrols. “They’ve been clearing out the area over the last few days. Preparing for something.”

Her sandal caught the edge of a drainage grate, and dust drifted into the empty tunnel below them. The system hadn’t been used in years– either the Empire hadn’t noticed or hadn’t bothered to close it off yet. Tayala dropped her bag and carefully raised both hands, then turned to face the Jedi. 

“But I know a way out. Somewhere safe.” She gestured down at their feet.

Boone stared at her for a long moment. Then he swore, holstered his blaster, and ripped the grate from the ground.

—

“They’re saying the old city is ‘structurally unsafe’ and have restricted all non-Imperial use. Qurna is giving them hell about it, for good reason. Most of his customers only stay at that inn because of its backdoor access.” 

“Everyone needs a way to disappear these days.”

The rooftop of the Akuna home boasted a small patio designed for water tank maintenance. Any hope of a view was obscured by the surrounding buildings, but hazy daylight filtered through the open space above. Tayala found room for two cups of tea amidst the half-built equipment and weaponry scattered across the table. “You’ve been busy,” she noted.

“Haven’t had time to do much repair work lately,” Boone replied. He had stripped to an undershirt, his coat piled into a makeshift bed in the corner, and chimney soot had settled across his bare shoulders. A vibroblade scar cut across the base of his neck.

“...and salvaged material is never as reliable as stolen. But I can’t risk anything with a locator on it,” Boone was saying. Tayala pulled her eyes away and dropped into the other chair.

“That’s not how you normally operate, I assume,” she said.

“It wasn’t,” he sighed. “But it is now.”

The local spaceport shuttle rumbled overhead and temporarily blocked the light. When it returned, the Jedi was staring at her, his dark eyes stained by sleepless nights.

“Do you believe what they say about us?”

Tayala hummed softly. The reports had been scattered at first, disparate accounts of the traitorous Jedi Order. An attempted assassination. The end of the war. Zorşa Edan had known peace for the first time in years, and neither Republic nor Empire could change that relief.

“I heard that Jedi can sense a person’s emotions,” she said. “Know your every thought, even before you think it.”

“Not every.” Boone sipped his tea.

Tayala smirked. “Then you tell me.”

Boone rubbed his thumb against the rim of the cup. From above, the evening call of Zelvahn echoed faintly from the city center. 

“Everyone has a presence in the Force,” he finally said. “Like an invisible tapestry. All the different threads, connecting all living things. Those who wield the Force can recognize patterns in the tapestry, sense individual people and their intentions. Some patterns are filled with light, others with darkness.”

The components on the table rumbled, as if summoned by an unspoken command. Tayala watched them rise into the air, swirling around in a pattern beyond her understanding, until the familiar shape of a blaster appeared. It lowered itself into her shaking hands.

“So you tell me,” Boone said. “Is this worth the risk?”

Tayala swallowed. She hadn’t held a blaster since the war, and had hoped she never would again. The Jedi set his cup on the emptied table, leaned back in the chair, and waited.

Another shuttle passed overhead. In the moment of shadow, Tayala saw a crack of light pouring from the doorway behind her.

The blaster was in hand and aimed at the door by the time the sky returned. There Abla stood, slack jawed, with a roll of bread tucked under one arm. Tayala choked out a sob and dropped the weapon, rushing to her sister’s side.

—

“The ship leaves in an hour.”

“I know.”

Boone had spent most of the last two weeks on that windowless patio. Imperial presence in Zorşa Edan was only growing, now that a training facility had been built over the old city. One night he’d risked a dinner with the Akuna family, a small affair with pulled curtains and quiet voices. Still, he admitted to her later, it was the best meal he’d had in years.

Tayala wrapped the last of the provisions (dried meiloorun, and a small piece of cheffa cake) in a thick cloth and added it to the knapsack. The Jedi’s former clothes had been replaced, and she’d trimmed his overgrown beard the night before. Still, it didn’t feel like enough.

“Is this everything?” she asked, heaving the bag onto the table. Boone whistled at the show of strength, and Tayala laughed, flexing. He smiled and took her hand.

“Can you practice for me, once more?”

She scrunched her face, eyes bright, then relaxed and let her thoughts settle into a sort of stillness. It didn’t come naturally– there was no tapestry or patterns she could discern. But she softened her breaths anyway, letting her eyes close and emotions fade into some unknown space, like waves on a distant shore.

“Good,” Boone whispered. “That’s really good.” He slid his thumb over her knuckles, and she matched her breathing to his movement. “I can still sense you, but your presence is much quieter. I- I hope this helps keep you safe.”

Tayala met his gaze. The Jedi was staring at her with those same deep eyes, framed by dark hair and a constellation of freckles. “Boone,” she said. “You can’t stay.”

“Sure I can,” he murmured, leaning closer. “I won’t be Boone. I’ll be someone else.”

“Who else would you be, Jedi?” she whispered.

And Tayala Akuna didn’t need the Force to understand his answer.

–

“Tayala met someone,” her sister would later say. “While visiting our cousins on Birrin. Some tall, handsome man. I think he’s a teacher.”

Then, much later, Abla would receive a hologram of a tiny, round-faced baby. Kata’s portrait was given a place of honor on the mantle, framed by other keepsakes of the Akuna family, where it remains to this day.