#thoughts and comments appreciated!

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[amimiru]

✨sylvanian dantoru✨

[tinyfantasminha]

I don't want to keep clogging my blog with vent posts but uh... I guess this is a more general concern/observation

But it's getting real hard to stay motivated in fandom spaces when there's little compensation, and annoying occurrences are more frequent than good ones.

Mainly there's been less engagement/people showing interest in creators and their art (such as sending asks, making comments and reblogging with tags) and MORE parasocial interactions. This goes for both artists and writers.

Over this year I've noticed a vast disinterest within my public in general. Asks about ocs, my art, or just nice simple comments of ''I love your art'' has been getting more and more scarce. My follower number is bigger than 2-3 years ago sure and I get more likes on my posts but they are feeling more like just numbers and statistics than actual people who supposedly like my stuff.

And while people being parasocial with creators has always been a thing, I feel like it's gotten way worse... in general? People sending personal pictures out of the blue in hopes of being validated, unwanted psychological advice or assumptions about the creator without any established connection first ( <- these happened to me in the same week.) ventdump, just insensitive/lacking of common sense comments in general, unreasonable demands (mostly with writers)... I wondered at first if it was just me, but a handful of mutuals/acquaintances who are artists and writers seems to be going through it as well.

It's annoying. It's tough. It's getting exhausting. Creators pour so much of themselves into their work—countless hours, effort, and passion, all to share something meaningful or entertaining with others (and for FREE) The LEAST anyone can do is show respect, even if opinions differ. When a writer posts a fanfic, don't just say ''omg post next chapter!'', when an artist posts a drawing of their favorite character, don't just say ''omg draw (character) next!'' as if they're faceless content machines that are expected to churn out more '''content''' for you without acknowledgment, encouragement, or appreciation.

''I want to support creators but I don't know what to say and I feel intimidated by their talent so I just lurk silently :((('' I swear to you, no creator (at least not the majority) is making up an intimidating persona to discourage you from interacting with them. They WANT your comments. A single ''I love your art/writing/videos'' or even something as silly as ''I want to eat your art'' is enough to keep a creator sighing dreamily for WEEKS. It doesn't have to be deep! It's heartfelt and that's what it matters!! (Just remember to keep it relevant and thoughtful... It takes just a bit of common sense NOT to comment things like ''this looks like (another character)'' or ''this but with (another unrelated ship/character/show)''. No one wants to hear comparisons or unrelated ideas when they’ve poured their soul into something.)

In fact, the ''I like your art but I think you're intimidating'' feels more hurtful than flattering. It makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong, acting wrong. 💀

If you love that fanfic that changed your brain psyche forever and want to gush about it, go tell the writer. If you loved so much a piece of art that you saved it a million times in your phone and can't stop thinking about it, go tell the artist. Push away the ''they probably won't care about my comment/it won't make a difference'' thoughts. DO IT NOW. You won't know when they might go inactive forever or deactivate. You can't know if that is the last piece they will ever post. Make sure you show appreciation to creators NOW, while they are still here. While they're still not being replaced by AI.

[optiwashere]

Not going to reblog or mention the post where I saw these tags, but wow this sentiment sucks as someone who mostly writes one-shots when she writes fic. How does commenting on one-shots not translate to motivation for the writer to continue writing them? What is the thought process there?

Commenting is contributing to fandom; it's a dialogue with the writer while engaging in the community, in theory, and flat out claiming there's no need for it...? Sad, but not particularly unexpected, I guess.

[auriidae]

me when my comments happen to be read by creators whose stuff i like!!

[kleinv01]

hi everyone! this one's a bit of a long post, i want to publicly address something that i still receive comments about, so to avoid further confusion i'm making this post and i will put it in the master list so everyone may see it.

a while back, the creator of pocket lover (bingzi) reached out to me regarding similarities between our games. after checking out the game, i understand why she might feel upset when seeing certain aspects of my game resembles hers- and i see why it might be hard to dismiss as coincidence. i want to reiterate that prior and during the development of my own game demo, i had no knowledge of pocket lover. that said, i made adjustments to my game's page and scripts. and ever since i've been made aware of this, moving forward i've been trying to be more mindful progressing with my own game's narrative with respect for her work and to avoid any further misunderstandings and still is now

i never intended to plagiarize. i can confidently say that my game is progressing with its own ideas, narrative, and story direction, which i believe sets it apart; especially as more updates come out

as a last note please refrain from leaving comments on bingzi’s pages about this issue, as i’m sure she doesn’t want to be reminded of it anymore. and if you see anyone brings this up anywhere, i’d appreciate it if you could refer them to this post. i do understand that those who are unaware may unintentionally hurt everyone involved

to bingzi too, if you’re reading this, i appreciate your work and wish you the best, please know that if you ever wish to have a discussion about this again or share any further concerns, message me and i'd be happy to listen. i'm truly sorry for the stress this might've still caused you.

thank you again for everyone's understanding and support !!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Start of the Truth [End of season 1]

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[sakasakiii]

Hii! I just wanna say, your blog is life to me! Literally come here to scroll on tough days, and seeing all the character designs and funny comics makes everything better! Really love your art style and designs. I know this has been asked before but I'm wondering if I could use your art as profile pictures? I really appreciate the joy your art brings!

hihi hello!!! first off, thank you so much for your kind words! i'm sorry for how delayed this response has been (im just getting back into tumblr after one of many hiatuses... AGAIN!!!), but it warms my heart on my own tough days to hear you enjoy my designs and comics! it means a lot, so thank you again!! ❤️❤️

now onto your question about using my art as a pfp: that's absolutely fine! by the time i'm answering this it's likely a bit late already, but i hope this clears things up in the long run. im absolutely ok with anyone using my art as pfps/icons, just so long as you remember to credit me, don't claim as own, dont use for AI training, etc etc.... hope that clears things up, and sorry again for taking so long to see this!

[bambrinaa]

Omg how do you think rafe would be when u interrupt him in work ??? (Smut pls)

a/n: rafe🤝🏻me. a lil short but I tried! hope u enjoy <3

warnings: degrading, hair pulling, unprotected sex (he pulls out tho, king shit), use of 'kid' once, rafe bein' rafe but he kinda gets soft.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

Rafe was talking with Barry today, the phone pressed against his ear as he sat in his desk chair, mindlessly fiddling with something on his desk as they talked some sort of business. and you were so needy, ovulation week getting the best of you. you had tried to talk to him several times, but he only waved you away dismissively, grumbling an apology to Barry.

you came back over, now only in your baby pink night slip and the gown that came with it cause it was late, generously bought by Rafe himself, you approach him again. tapping his shoulder gently. he groans quietly, immediately waving yet another dismissive hand without even looking at you. you roll your eyes, spinning his chair around. you slide yourself on his lap, and if looks could kill, you would drop right now.

He continues talking to Barry, his baby blues piercing into you as you made yourself comfortable on his lap. he extended his phone arm lengths away, grumbling quietly to you.

"the fuck are you doin'? m'tryna work and you're — you're paradin' around n pesterin' me." He lectured, having to bite back a scoff at the hurt little face you pulled.

"but —" "no! but, nothin' kid. m'workin. get outta here." He interrupted, gently pushing you off his lap and bringing the phone back to his ear, where Barry was pissed that rafe wasn't even listening. you pouted, sulking away from him and sitting on the couch in the corner of his study, knees to your chest as you leaned against the arm with a sigh. you watched him chatter away, fiddling with a few things on his desk.

after a while, you got bored of him nattering on and the ache between your legs grew. you couldn't help it, ovulation messes with your brain. your hand slid down your tummy, your legs spreading just enough for you to stuff your fingers into your panties and circle your clit. you smiled a little, waiting for rafe to notice as you circled faster, a small whimper coming from you. that's what made rafe give a glance over, before doing a double, triple take. your smile grew as his jaw twitch.

"barry, I'll talk to you later. I got...shit to deal with." he spat, ending the call and tossing his phone onto his desk. he leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as your soft moans bounced off the walls. he stood up, the chair screeching against the floor as he walked over to you, relatively calm. you grinned up at him as your fingers sped up, before his larger hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked your hand away.

"the fuck are you doin'? huh?" He asked, leaning down to slightly get in your face. you shrugged, batting your eyelashes at him.

"doing something you clearly can't." He tongued his cheek, nodding a little as he looked away before roughly grabbing your arm, forcing you to your feet.

"bedroom. now." He ordered, his hand on the back of your neck to push you towards the bedroom down the hall. as much as you hated it, the order sent a jolt of electricity through you, and made your panties dampen. he forced you down onto the bed, unbuckling his belt with one hand.

"you think that shits funny? huh? I'm workin' to get my hard earned money so you can buy your stupid girly shit, and — and you just insult me?" he ranted on, tossing his belt and shirt aside, before ripping off the gown that went with your nightie.

"no, rafey! I wasn't insulting you. just wanted you, m'ovulatin'. can't help it." You groaned, pawing at the bulge in his joggers as you looked up at him through your lashes. he ran a hand through your hair softly before he gripped the back of it, yanking it harshly to pull your head back.

"so, that means you can interupt my shit?" he hissed, tugging harder and you tried to shake your head but it was hard due to the hand in your hair. "no, m'sorry." you mumbled, still palming him gently. he let go of your head, and you instinctively fell forward to nuzzle against his dick, your nails digging into his thighs as a low whine spilled from the back of your throat.

he shook his head, looking down at you. he'd be lying if he said this shit didn't turn him on.

"such a slut, did y'know that?" He asked, hand on the back of your head to encourage the nuzzling. "cmon. suck my dick if you're sorry." he scoffed, and your fingers immediately hooked in his waist band, pulling both his boxers and joggers down to his thighs. you took his dick in your hand, jerking it a couple times before wrapping your lips around his tip. you swirled your tongue, watching how his eyes flutter before they roll back, a groan emitting from his throat. his hand found its way back into your hair and pushed your head down. you gagged around him, but neither of you cared.

"fuck, good girl. like that." He hissed, pushing your head down until he was buried deep in your throat, watching how your eyes squeeze shut and tears rolled down your cheeks. he began using your mouth, fucking himself into it and all you really had to do was make sure you didn't scrape your teeth against his dick. you whimpered around him, the vibrations making him groan.

"cmon, off." he grunted, pulling you off as you spluttered a cough. "gonna cum in you." he mumbled, picking you up a little to center you in the middle of the bed before he crawled ontop of you, hands either said your face as he kissed you softly. stark contrast to his mood right now. one hand snaked down your body and underneath your nightie, yanking down your panties in one swift movement. your breath hitched at the cool air meeting you, but that quickly turned into a whimper when rafe ran a finger from your entrance to your clit. he pulled away from the kiss, looking at you as he shuffled forward to line himself up.

"rafe — please. need it s'bad." you begged, clawing at his bicep. "m'giving you it, jesus." he huffed, slowly pushing into you, the stretch you'll never get used to making you do a little ohh! sound. he propped himself up with one arm, the other on your waist as he bottomed out. you squirmed, wrapping your legs around him.

"move." you said, making his jaw twitch again.

"manners."

"move, please."

"good girl." he kissed the side of your head before thrusting roughly, making you mewl and arch your back. "fuck!" you cried, your hands fumbling on the sheets as you grabbed them.

"yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, huh? is that it, baby? jus' needed rafey to fuck you, actin' all dumb and weepy for some cock… my poor, little baby." He mocked, watching how your face was scrunched up, your lips a little o shape. you nodded.

"u-uh huh! jus' wanted you s'bad, rafe. couldn't — couldn't help it." You moaned, pulling him closer to your body. he buried his face in your neck, pressing soft kisses there, trailing up to your jaw, his nose nudging your cheek a couple times before he kissed your lips. his thrusts made the head board slam into the wall, undoubtedly making it even more dented. your muffled moans mixed with his low grunts, your hands clawing down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. "sogoodfucksogood." you babbled against his lips before your back arched slightly, your eyes fluttering shut as you whined. "fuck – that’s right. gonna pound your little pussy until you can’t walk." He hissed in your ear, his hands moving to grip your squirming hips.

"don't fuckin' run. you asked for this." he said before biting your neck, running his tongue over it to soothe it. "m'gonna cum." you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks. "fuckin' you so good you're cryin', huh?" he scoffed. "You're pathetic." n that's what made you tip over the edge, a loud gaspy moan falling from you, your legs shaking around rafe as you coated his dick. he rode out your high until his built up and he buried his face further into your shoulder, mumbling quiet little "fuck, fuck"'s into your skin before he pulled out, painting your stomach with his cum. you pouted in disappointment.

"don't look at me like that." he panted, reaching over to grab the wipes you keep beside your bed. you smiled dazily at him, all happy and fucked out.

"thank youuu." you drawled, and he huffed.

"yeah yeah, jus' lemme clean you up."

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[mediumgayitalian]

“Your hands.”

William smiles, tiredly, glancing down at the chapped fingers crooked around the tarnished silverware.

“Yes,” he says. “I know.”

“Don’t they hurt?”

“I’m used to it.”

He smiles again, after he says it; I’m used to it, don’t worry. He eats fine, does not wince as he moves and flexes the cracking skin, but it does not take long for them to bleed; sluggishly, slowly, pearling along tectonic lines, pooling in creases and knuckle dips.

Niccolò returns to his dinner, and watches him. The tap of his foot is at odds with the clink clink clink of his knife, the scrape of his fork along his chipped front tooth. His shoulders droop but his face does not, hair still pinned back, eyes sleepy and far away. His freckles seem to twinkle under the flickering of the candlelight, making those blue eyes into something sparkling.

“You should sleep,” Niccolò says, swallowing. “You’re tired.”

William finishes the last of his plate, and smiles, again, small and pretty and tired, still, but the gentle kind.

“It is my turn with the washing.”

“Yes,” Niccolò agrees, “but you are sleepy. And your hands are chapped.”

William says nothing more, only hums, but he kisses Niccolò’s forehead as he passes, gentle, squeezing his shoulder, and sets his dishes on the counter by the sink, untouched.

“Goodnight,” he calls from the bedroom, as Niccolò’s hands are slippery from the soap, and warm.

“Goodnight,” Niccolò responds, and turns back to the sink. He can hear the bed springs creak, and William sigh, and he smiles, waiting on the snores. They do not take long. He hums along to them as he finishes, washing up the pots, too, and the oven, and the counters. Soon the kitchen is sparkling and the sun sits low on the horizon, and he dusts, too, having noticed the griminess floating among the golden rays.

At the end of it his hands are smarting. The soap clings to his skin, even as he rinses them, and he tries to avoid picking at his knuckles, rubbing the skin; reddening them further.

He tries to imagine this, day in and day out; bedpans and food trays and cutlery and surgical knives, all dirtied, all reused. Stinging lye soap and coppery bleach. Aching, chapping hands, curled to bleeding, stretched to tearing; worn through elastic.

He retreats to his study, frowning.

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based on “he loved her to the point of invention” (7th slide)

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[mintjeru]

it probably wasn't the smartest decision to start an ongoing 1000+ chapter webnovel when i know it'll consume my every waking thought but here we are

open for better quality | no reposts

[marimbles]

It seems to be pretty well established that most fanfic authors don’t mind when readers leave comments on old fics and in fact welcome it. But what about authors replying to old comments?

Do readers care in general whether an author replies? Is it expected and seen as rude if they don’t? Is it nice when they do but not expected? Is there a time limit to the welcomeness of replies? Like is it nice if they respond within a few weeks but if it’s been months or years it feels awkward because you don’t remember the fic anymore? I’m curious!

[mel-loly]

I liked this flower..   It shines so much...

I wish my life could shine like that   from time to time...

Staying in this dark is so sad..   Will I ever be able to know happiness...?

Will I ever be able to see the light...?   Or will someone bring me this light...?

Well.. I don't know...   But if I were to make a wish..

I would ask for someone who could show me the way to the..

Light

[kindahoping4forever]

📸: Emilia Staugaard for Behind The Blinds magazine

[theejaguar]

we made our peace with weariness (and let it be): Act I

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Summary:

It has been seven years after the Battle of Piltover. Ekko has been chosen to be Sevika's successor in the Council once she retires—despite their many differences, the opportunity to futurely represent Zaun being an honour. However, as things settle and the need to gather and survive is no longer his forethought, he becomes overwhelmed by all the hurt he cast away over the years to be able to lead. And he needs to take a step back, in order to take a leap forward. Or: Ekko goes on a trip. A chance meeting, the opportunity to reconnect, and to build something new follow.

Chapter Summary:

Ekko makes it to Bilgewater and takes in how close it hits to home. Something unexpected happens.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60959143/chapters/155725789