#tumblageddon

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Do you still have the full version of that ficlet you wrote for teapirate /post/159978034000/ ? The readmore doesn't work anymore since your blog got deleted 😅

You are in luck! It's right here!

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Be the Deadpool to their Thanos. Though I'm taking a hiatus in January. I will come back in some form or another.

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Wow, with all this crap going on it's been wild 🙄🙄🙄

I know I don't have many followers (and I love you all dearly), but if you want to keep up with my random doodles, I am on Instagram (@xaernia)

I might make a Twitter, to follow other artists, but I'm not 100% sure.

I will still stay on Tumblr until I get bored of it (bc I can't NSFW to save my life). Thank you to those who've supported me this past year. Let me know where you all end up so I can migrate to you (bc I very much love y'all) ❤️❤️❤️

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I was reading "A Constellation of Tears" the other night and just as an FYI, the links in chapter two aren't working anymore

...argh. Yeah, there's a number of links to the old blog running around that I couldn't figure out how to fix when tumbls did their purge. >_< I have a copy of the blog, so the data's there, but I can't rebagel from my now-deleted tumbl, and the OPs don't exist, so finding them again is...tricksy. One of these days I'll clean those up.

Thanks for the head's up!

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I had planned to post fic yesterday - after all, I’ve got the backlog from the old tumblr, that should provide something useful, right? I just figured that I already have the tabs open with fic, should be easy enough to just sort that into reasonable categories - that were a number of prompts and I’ve successfully done “[Prompt] Rex/Obi collection” and “[Prompt] Everything else” before, so that should be easy enough, right?

Since I did not post fic yesterday, you can imagine how this HAS gone.

Instead I made a list of things in hopes that it’d make it easier to sort (...eh. Mild success?), and that was much of my day.

You can see where I realized what this is going to be like when I started with the name smushing instead of name/name ships because that slash made things too visually confusing.

How did I write this many words? wtf.

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Feral!Kenobi plunnie

I’ve a ridiculous partial plunnie, and no idea what to do with it.

So here it is for the internets, hopefully someone wants to play with it because beyond pretty visuals and some silliness I got nothing. Also, much mock grumpy gesticulating must be made towards @dharmaavocado  because I’m sure I was inspired by her talk of Amnesia AUs (and her recent Leverage AU snippet was inadvertently what kicked things off, so thbbbbbt). Also thanks to @dogmatix because she helped plot SHENANIGANS.

*****

SO! AU time! It’s been like, at least 2 years of this damned war, and Rex is now in a stage of P I N I N G for a certain General Kenobi. He’s professional enough to not ever say a thing, and Kenobi seems ignorant. That’s good enough, right?

Then Kenobi faffs off somewhere, as he is wont to do, and disappears for about a week. The 212th has been left to handle themselves like the ADULTS THEY ARE, while Skywalker, Ahsoka, and Rex sail off to rescue someone’s moronic ass. They follow his trail (no I have no idea what that’s a trail of, which is yet another reason I’m not writing this for reals) to some obscure planet and a weird Sithy type temple thing that looks ominous and feels even creepier in the Force. There’s not much to this temple thing, and the main chamber’s roof has caved in.

That looks recent. As a matter of fact, a bunch of the rocks have been cleared away, like someone was underneath them at the time they came down. There’s a decent amount of blood, too –  

Along with the crushed remains of a familiar lightsaber. Also something the Jedi can tentatively identify as some kind of Sith artifact, though according to Ahsoka (she geeked out about some old relics in the Archives for a project several years ago), no one knows what they might have done.

Fuck. So good news, Obi-Wan is probably alive – the rocks look like they were moved from underneath, not from the outside. Bad news, his lightsaber is toast and there was a mysterious Sith artifact involved. There’s no hint of which was cause and which effect: a lightsaber can be rigged to cause an explosion; the roof could’ve trashed it and the artifact when it came down; the artifact could’ve caused who knows what kind of damage.

They spread out to search the area a bit more closely. Rex is prepared for trouble, but something still gets the drop on him. One minute he’s prowling around checking the bushes, the next something is tackling him. If he weren’t a well-trained soldier and a clone genetically tweaked to keep up with Jedi, he’d be dead. As it is, there’s a scruffy cloaked figure trying to kill him with a set of fancy ritual knives that had to have come from the temple. They tussle for a bit, Rex JUST managing to keep them at bay while getting in a few good hits. The Jedi finally charge in to the rescue, Force shoving the figure into a wall.

The hood of his cloak finally falls, and Obi-Wan Kenobi is looking at them like he has no idea who they are.

*****

There’s possibly a bit more fighting before the trio’s certainty that it’s someone they know and care about sinks in enough to convince Kenobi to back down and listen. See, he has no idea who he is, or who they are, or a lot of things, really. His memories overall are just gone – no hints, no remnants, no suspicious feelings. His skills are all there, including the Force, though he doesn’t always know he’s using things. He just does stuff. General knowledge is fuzzy – he knows about the Republic, but while for instance he knows there’s a chancellor fuckall if he knows who it is.

The other three are Very Concerned, and take him back to the Twilight, then/or the Resolute. Anakin has investigating to do, Ahsoka can research from the ship, and Rex is trying to grapple with the knowledge that after the fact, in retrospect, Feral!Kenobi almost killing him was disturbingly HOT (oh help what do?). Jedi don’t fight like that, this is not normal, and Rex is very, very confused.

*****

“Feral” is accurate. Kenobi doesn’t seem to give many shits about societal niceties (he can observe them, he just doesn’t have much reason to care), and he keeps his shiny knives and just prowls around the place. He’s sparred with a number of the ARCs on board, and kicked ass in ways that The General would not do – also hot, though the general consensus is that the contrast between this new Kenobi and the old one is just too jarring and weird to overcome chain of command and propriety. He doesn’t have the serenity or the tendency of the General to sink into the background: it’s not that he’s arrogant, it’s just that this is a man who has no memories of why he might be uncertain about himself or his place in the world.

*****

This weird little dance goes on for at least another week. It’s late evening, and Rex is almost at his cabin, almost able to faceplant in his bunk and contemplate how these new circumstances are beyond weird and just fucked up. Then Kenobi stalks up to Rex in the empty corridor, and from the way he rakes a look over the Captain, he can tell the aggressive thing is a turn on. He doesn’t waste any time before speaking. “I’ve been feeling you pining halfway across the ship, and it is a very large ship. Did we used to fuck?”

The floor doesn’t open and swallow Rex whole, unfortunately. He tries to stammer out a few things, which is interesting because he has no idea what he might possibly say. Kenobi steps closer, and Rex backs right up to his door. “That’s a no, then. Might be fun to.” He plants a hand on Rex’s breastplate, pushing enough for the pressure to be felt but not enough to actually trap him. “Interested?”

“General–!”

“No.” It’s like all the intensity just cuts off, for all that Kenobi doesn’t pull back, doesn’t move an inch. “Not anymore. I don’t remember being him, for all we know I won’t ever remember being him. I’ll use the name, but not the title. That’s not who I am now.”

“But you might be.” The notion’s plagued him a bit, helped keep a bit of reserve in the face of this man stalking through the halls, utterly certain of himself. “Isn’t that how it goes in the holos? Second crack on the head, forget everything between that and the first one?”

“That’s not how head injuries work,” Kenobi says, dry as he used to be, even as his posture and attitude are still sex on wheels. “There’s no decent explanation for this, several possible causes, and that’s a problem for the other me if he ever comes back. Would it make life difficult for you, if we fucked?”

Little gods, he wishes Kenobi would stop saying it like that, and the bastard can probably tell, and it doesn’t help that the aggressive thing and the attitude are intriguing. “Probably,” he admits with more honesty than he really intends.

Like that Kenobi is several paces back, hands to himself though the posture is still predatory. “Then it’s all your call, Captain. If you’re interested, I’m sure you can find me if you come looking.” He turns, takes two steps, then pauses and glances back. That is sultry in the way the rest was all matter of fact, direct. “Hm. We might have to try that.”

Try what? Rex’s brain manages to ask, before ‘come looking’ sinks in and he just goes red. Fucking asshole of not-really-a-general has already disappeared by then, of course.

*****

So that all builds to some aggressive smutty fun times, because Feral!Kenobi loves pushing (and making Rex blush) and once he’s over the initial reactions Rex enjoys pushing back. For reasons unknown I don’t think Obi-Wan ever gets his memories back, but he’s FAR less likely to fall for persuasive bullshit and political idiocy than in canon.

No idea where or how that goes, though. Just pretty mental images of Feral!Kenobi who thinks fighting is right next door to fucking in terms of a good time, and Rex who is flailing along realizing this hits a LOT of kinks he did not know he had.

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Pardon a moment of Warcraft stupidity.

THIS is now showing up on my login screen:

and all I can think - EVERY SINGLE TIME IT CYCLES THROUGH WITH THE OTHER ‘NEWS’ - is “Ah. Male presenting nipples are still acceptable, good to know.”

I don’t know if I should be going “dammit, Tumbls!” or “Dammit, Warcraft!”

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Reblogged from the prior tumbl, originally posted 02/04/2016. Question submitted by @makiruz. Slightly reformatted to avoid a readmore cut and whatnot.

In Full of Sith, they always ask new guests how they got into Star Wars. And you know? That's a good question, how did you got into Star Wars?

HEH. Oooh, that’s a bit of a loaded question. So I’ll give you the short answer, which I suspect would fit the thing you mentioned what I haven’t heard of; and then because I’m a wordy bastard what overshares, the long answer which is more accurate and has content warnings for self harm and suicide.

SHORT ANSWER

It was the 80’s. I was young, in single digits, though I couldn’t tell you exactly what age. I was already dealing with an irregular sleep cycle, though all I knew was I had a flashlight, a pile of books near/on my bed, and a thick pound puppies duvet to read under.

I don’t know if I was in my room or on my way to/from the bathroom, but I could hear my parents watching something downstairs. Swooshy noises, a shrill screee, and some thwoom bzzts.

Of course I went downstairs.

I don’t know if it was episode 5 or 6. I’ve a fondness for 6, but carbonite left a HUGE fucking impression on me, and my parents have always approved of muppets, so Yoda.

I knew I loved it. I didn’t have any toys, though I think somewhere there was a print edition of A New Hope running around. I do recall multiple sleepovers at my grandmother’s place – a tiny house on acres and acres of woods – and she’d sometimes pull out Return of the Jedi and we’d watch it together on her tiny TV. Later on I’d be in bed, staring out at woods and trees that I knew, but seemed huge to a little kid, and I’d dream of Ewoks.

RotJ was Gram’s favorite, and for many years mine, too.

I like Ewoks.

VERY LONG ANSWER

TW: mental illness, depression, self harm, suicide, abuse

In late elementary, early middle school, my brother and I were basically reading ANYTHING we could get our hands on. He sometimes dove into books that didn’t interest me, so I’d read the first of something and then be bored and he’d keep going.

Star Wars EU was one of those. It was too grim for me. I think I didn’t run into any of the really good writers. It was all Han and Luke and Leia on the covers, so take that for what you will. There also was no Wookiepeia, so I was depending heavily on the writers’ abilities to convey things to someone very visual, yet pretty impatient with descriptions, so it never took.

I was in high school when The Phantom Menace came out. Mine honorable brother was off at college, so it was with great excitement on my part, and bemused tolerance on my parents’, that they and I went off to the theater.

On the one hand, I was dazzled.

On the other, there was Jar Jar. There was the fact that I hadn’t been impressed with the re-release of the OT – Han shot first. FITE ME. There was the fact that TPM didn’t feel like Star Wars, which was darker and grittier and…simpler to me.

So I wrote it off. Packed Star Wars away as “one of those things” that I’d been into, but felt like I was moving past. I was obsessed with Gargoyles, I was looking at going to college, and I would keep m’damn ewoks without needing to try to extend that vision with gungans.

College sucked. I went in, not sure if I wanted to go into English, for writing, or Psych, because I had always been what I’d now call The Mom Friend. I met a nice guy who tried, but things never really clicked between us, and there was an interesting bit that he was mad about Star Wars and insisted that I read the Rogue Squadron books.

That was a Good Decision. Dating him, not so much.

I had a huge assortment of Life Issues. Got into an abusive relationship that would end up lasting 14 years. Transferred schools. Got the fucking Psych degree, though literally only by the grace of a professor who didn’t want to see the kid not graduate just ‘cause she couldn’t numbers and I did go in and try. Talked to him and still couldn’t with the maths but the effort was there to bump me a few points above failing.

I was burnt out. I was depressed. I tried killing myself a few times – not very good at it, as you can see. Took up self-harm as a coping mechanism. Failed in the still never successful search for a decent therapist in Pittsburgh. Got a job slinging food, because needed some kind of income, and people without pressure was nice. The keeping on a schedule thing failed, leading to an average of 4 hours sleep a night. Losing contact with family and friends because I couldn’t stand the pressure of “how are you?” and “what’s going on in your life?” Clinging to Warcraft because repetitively farming was better than clawing open my back or neck again, and the people there were ok with some rando dropping out of sight on a dime, and only a persistent few had the grace and spirit to make it past some serious defensive issues of mine.

I stopped writing. Stopped caring about Gargoyles, stopped being able to see into that AU I’d made for myself of a crazy clan and the weird human who survived cancer with them.

Stopped going on IM, for the same reasons I stopped talking to people.

I still kept track of some folks via LiveJournal. A handful of the Gargoyles folks who were determined, gods know why and thank you, since I know several are here on the tumbles and I genuinely love you to bits.

I quit my job after five years, because enough was enough between the fact that it had all the hallmarks of an abusive relationship and I was fucking tired of being a manager without any actual authority, and the endless hamster wheel of hiring and people quitting because it was a nice, but highly dysfunctional place.

I missed the customers, though. Several of them are here too, and it’s kinda funny ‘cause I know in at least one case I talked to them about Star Wars. I still hope they’re not too shellshocked that I kinda went down the rabbit hole pretty deep.

Started getting more sleep. Not less anxiety, not less depressed. Tried out a few depression medications, with very mixed results.

Then one day @dogmatix came into the LJ area I still hung out in. Enthusiastically recommending to all and sundry that if there is even a shred of interest in Star Wars, THERE IS THIS THING YOU SHOULD READ.

She drew a Wookiee. That was a character?

I’d always liked Wookiees.

And I needed something to read.

Star Wars was one of those things, from back in the day before things went to shit. Low investment, since if I didn’t like it or didn’t care, then eh. Whatevs.  Dogmatix was one of the Gargs holdouts still in my circle (or whatever it is that I was hovering at the edges of), and in the past I’d liked her recommendations more often than I disliked them.

I’m also endlessly weak to her art.

Wookiee.

So I did that thing. That so many of us here have done. It took me about 2 weeks to get through Re-Entry. It had trouble taking root in the depression, but Obi-Wan going crackers was something I could empathize with and appreciate.

There was the hope that had been missing from the EU novels I’d tried reading back in the day.

There was Wookieepedia, which meant I could stop and see what a Nautolan was. I had tabs open for DAYS so when someone named Adi or Gallia who were apparently the same person? I could see who that was. I got stupidly distressed that Abella didn’t have an entry, until I twigged and checked for a Chitanook, and holy shit I could never tell what character was going to crop up as canon, obscure EU character, or home brewed.

I honestly expected to set it aside, get updates as they happened, and gradually step away because that’s how things were going at the time.

But I still needed something to read, to stave off empty hours when my brain was too full of screaming.

On Ebon Wings. I’d loved The Crow when I’d seen it back in high school, and that story tapped into the powerful visuals and the lovely message I’d adored and in ways I still don’t quite understand it somehow validated that I could be mad and still be ok. Maybe. Maybe not now, but someday.

Maybe.

So I gave in and got a Tumbl. I’d been a stubborn holdout, regularly checking the same half dozen feeds daily because dammit, I don’t wanna go through the trouble and I was close to giving up on LJ and another journaly thing? That was stupid. But I wanted to follow Flamethrower and Dogmatix, and it made it infinitely easier to follow several blogs (and oh GODS one of those is a mutual and holy fuck I swear I screamed the day that happened and it’s still a high to realize).

Dogmatix wrote Möbius and Accidental Timeshare, wherein Venge goes universe hopping. That’s also a weakness of mine.

I’d been kvetching IRL about the treadmill and wanting something to watch, and someone mentioned in Dogmatix’s feed The Clone Wars – which conveniently was on Netflix. So I figured what the hell. I was disinclined to like clones – ‘cause yeesh, they’re the reason the Jedi all died, and yeah, ok, the Order was SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP, but.

I still had never seen Episodes 2 or 3.

I turned on the Clone Wars movie, and within ten minutes I nearly fell off the back of the treadmill due to crying.

THIS was the Star Wars of my youth. THIS was what I remembered. A little grim. Lots of quips.

That sound. Lightsabers igniting. A-wings rumbling overhead. Blasterfire, and that music.

I had to stop and calm down and for the first time in ages WRITE [, because I just had to ramble about how it all hit me in the feels]. I had no idea I’d missed this.

By the end of the movie I’d decided ok, I wanted more. Wasn’t sold on these clone fellas, and damned if I could tell one set of armor from another (this is ALSO due to the treadmill screen being calibrated to be a compromise of a very short person – me – and a very tall person, which means neither person gets a decent view but that’s not what the treadmill tv is for).

I’d been told there was an order to the episodes, but I didn’t care. Continuity is for those who think about the future, and I was still regularly suicidal.

So the first episode I watched was Yoda romping around a planet, playing with droids while three clone troopers tried to babysit his mad little ass.

They had me, all in one episode. I loved these guys. They had individuality, I could tell them apart by the voices (which is sometimes just as important to me as visuals) even if I couldn’t name them, and the personalities –

They were loyal. Their primary concern was old batty Yoda which I had adored as a child because MUPPETS. They were willing to die to keep him safe and there was this lovely reciprocity in taking care of each other and all of them, clones and Jedi alike were doomed to extinction and I don’t think I knew yet HOW the clones were except they weren’t in the OT so there was shit going down.

Tragic figures, loyal found family, incredible voice acting, Batty Old Yoda who OH YEAH FUCKING KICKED SO MUCH ASS I COULD NEVER GET ENOUGH.

I wanted to keep those three clones. I was willing to keep them all.

Final blow, that knocked me into the fandom so hard I’ll be surprised if I ever leave?

THIS.

The origins of Balance. This is the post that started a simple notion, to try to write something when I’d gone….anywhere from 7 to 10 years of not writing A SINGLE. DAMNED. THING of substance – and that was after thinking I might try to get a degree related to it.

Darth Wraith was a tentative idea. I was scared @deadcatwithaflamethrower would be irked I wanted to play in her sandbox (oh my gods I was inserting myself into a conversation with her this amazing person who wrote blindingly well and so damn much and how the FUCK was I daring to speak up about a silly half DREAM I’d had because once again I couldn’t sleep).

Then, because I was trying to break out of the depression, the cycles of mental ill health, and if I was on this tumbls thing, fuck it, I’d try the IM thing again.

I’d been gone long enough that pretty much no one on my contact list was still there. That…was ok. There wasn’t the pressure.

And Dogmatix popped on, asking if I wanted to share details about this Sith Qui-Gon thing.

I had A SCENE. ONE. SCENE. And she was spinning it off into this EPIC, which at first I was gleeful because she had neat ideas and I couldn’t wait to see what she would do with it and then wait, she’s not talking about writing it herself, this is more about something WE could work on.

Thank gods it was IM, because I had a little panic about commitment to a project when I regularly was sure I wasn’t going to see tomorrow and if I didn’t wake up one morning that’d be MORE than ok.

Still. There was that itch. The visuals in my brain. The characters I’d started to like in Flamethrower’s universe, which had formed my mental voices for them.

The only sound in my head for so long was just screaming.

Writing down that scene in Knock On Effect, where Venge meets Wraith – that felt good. It never changed much from the first draft to what was posted. The rest grew, and quickly. It was clear if we were doing this, then there were multiple stories, spanning in universe years.

And then there were spinoffs. Wonderful ideas and plots spiraling away from this one notion, and gods I wanted to write about those glorious clones.

How’d I get into Star Wars?

Chance. One strange little step at a time, and a bunch of miracles and horrors that kept me bleeding but not dying. Damn good fic. The kindness of friends. The generosity of strangers.

The tragedy of a once great order of space monks, and their allies-forced-to-be-betrayers clones.

One little picture, of Qui-Gon Jinn with Sith eyes.

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In the continuing adventures of “no i have no idea why i do this migrating interesting bits of the former tumblr to AO3,” you can now find:

Barrels O’ Fun -- for warcraft ridiculousness (tagging @melredcap as a relevant party)

Corellian ‘Jedi’ -- aka Force Sensitive Han Solo with a twist

Sex and Puns -- Star to Steer By non-canon smut

Equivalent Exchange -- a title prompt for Yet Another Soulmates Thing Gone Weird that somehow gained a bizarre amount of traction (tagging @pumpkin-lith and @myurbandream as instigators)

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::sighs and scrubs face:: I’ve made it back to October 2017 in the former tumblr’s archives. It’s becoming slow going. It sounded simple at the start. Go through blog, most recent to oldest. Open tabs for fic. Post fic stuff to AO3 when I’ve got a coherent clump.

The fuck do I do with a ramble on how West Wing helps me write Sidious? ‘How the RvB crew reacts to the GAR’ doesn’t seem like it’s fic OR meta enough to go on AO3. Do I just reblog it all here? Which version do I reblog, the original, or the one with followup commentary? What to do with a gift-work sent in via submission; do I repost it since I can’t tell if the OP reblogged it, do I poke the OP, and meanwhile my brain is still running around in circles because gift! For me! From an actual real person! ???? !!!!! <3333 WHUT DO.

Arrrrgh.

I so need a nap.

It doesn’t help that as I’m trawling through I’ve got all the political stuff to skim past, and then there’s the mess of stuff re: the ex, and all that is messing with my mental stability some. Oh, there’s far more awesome than argh, but it’s still there.

On the plus side, I can see I’ve made a lot of progress, and that’s good.

Meanwhile I want to flail because there’s such a dearth of original content on here. The one that’s really sticking my craw is the Rex/Obi meta, because I want to rewrite that clearer and with more details so as to put it up on AO3 - which also seems way too ballsy for a wild fan theory (I keep telling myself it’s meta, that is ok to put up on there. Still feels too bold). I also feel like I ought to just repost the base as is, so at least there’s something there - then I remember I reference a lot of OTHER posts, which I would need to either recreate or find further up the food chain if it still exists and -

urgh. Totally naptime for me.

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I deleted the tumbl app off my phone today. It’s...interesting, I suppose, how many mixed feelings I have about this purge. On the one hand, there is spite: I will stick around until I get bored with being repeatedly booted, and I have a REMARKABLE amount of patience for stupid games like that.

On the other hand, there’s this sensation permeating everything. It’s not quite grief, it’s not quite fear, it’s not quite exasperated exhaustion. All those are in there, but I don’t know what to call it other than ‘melancholy’ and that’s not quite right either.

I know that online spaces are ephemeral. I spent the last two weeks preparing for a possible deletion, and to be quite honest I was pretty sure that it would happen.

And here it is.

I’m tired in a way that kinda surprises me, but it’s familiar. I keep flipping from a snarky, almost jovial ‘welp, that’s a thing’ and then remembering tumblr specific fic that now is only in my files, followed by an emotion best conveyed as ‘ARGH. I have to do something about that!’

Concordance.

Defiant Refrain.

Commander Kenobi.

Gods, I want to go looking and there is no easy way to search my archive, it’s just all plopped down there, and best I can do is literally skim backwards and hope I remember when things were.

::scrubs face:: I just don’t trust Tumblr to not disappear out from underneath me again. I think what I need to do is an actual, schedule-time-for-this-every-day project where I’m digging back through the archive and migrating everything. Cross-post things, toss as much onto AO3 as I can. Maybe set up some kind of cross-index via spreadsheet or worksheet or something, I don’t know.

If anyone wants me to post any particular things, or for me to search for reblogs of your particular things while I’m doing this, please let me know.

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Ah, well, I figured out who one of my two lost blogs I followed were! Glad to see you're still here, if in a new form.

\o/

If you followed Peskylilcritter, they got hit too. Not sure who else, tho.

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theanticrist replied to your post: Do you know what happened to Nocrumi's Tumblr?

@norcumii I only found you because I saw your post on pillowfort, although I thought I’d just missed any kind of announcement you’d made

::winces and shares cookies:: I guess I should’ve made better plans for if-the-tumblr-name-disappears, but I’m not sure what would’ve worked well given that was a first for me.

Well, at least folks are somewhat more back!

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welp I had you pinned in my browser tabs then tumbler shit happened. I have sympathy for your frustration and the building on sand feeling. I have this account pinned now and if there is anything I can help with I would be happy too. I don't know anything about how the backup worked. Is there any way to export a text document of it in chunks or in full? if it kept the tags or titles maybe you can search the tags with the CTRL F function. Might help searching at least a small part.

(re: this)

bad,just annoying, and I haven’t quite managed to get my head aroundchanged circumstances yet.

The backup made a barebones HTMLcopy of the blog’s public posts, minusaudio and video bits (I get the imbedded youtube stuff, at least).There’s about 50 posts per page, tags included. So yeah, the CTRL Ffunction is saving my bacon when I’m hunting for something, butit’s…a little limited in scope. I’ve5 years worth of posts, and f’r instance I know in the last…weekand a half I was pushing to reach the 300-posts-a-day limit.

That’s a lot of data, 50 posts ata time. It’s at least separated out by month and year, and thankgoodness for my obsessive tagging. I suspect if I knew how to code Icould find a way to weed out posts or something, but I don’t reallyhave any skills on that front.

(No, really, I don’t even recallhow I did the Hello World script. It’s been awhile and Ihad…other things on my mind at the time.)

I’m just used to being able totype outnorcumi.tumblr.com/tagged/[ALL THE TAGS] and getting what I’mafter. I use it for quick reference for story elements, charactercostume design, sanity checks for bad mental health days, swiftlyfinding That One Thing someone and I are talking about – and Ihadn’t realized how muchit had become a staple.That’s prolly what’s causing a lot of issues (complaining) orwhatever as I’m coming to terms with it all.

So in the end I have about 95% ofthe bits, it’s just a lot of bits to wade through, and I’vegotten weirdly reliant on approaches I can’t use.

And thank you - talking it through got some things sorted in my head. \o/

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Omg your blog got deleted?!?!? T_T

::shares cookies:: Yup. There was enough writing on the wall that I had 2 weeks to do backups and basically spam poor everyone with ALL THE DRAFTS and OPEN TABS I have sitting around (did you know you can only queue 300 posts in advance? I had not known that. I knew there was a 300 post-a-day limit, but not to the queue, which was very annoying), so I’ve got 90, 95% of my data saved on my computer. It’s just….not very searchable. I’m seriously considering tossing the archive I’ve now got up onto my ancient website wholesale so folks can access it while I scrounge around to get things onto AO3 as much as possible, but I keep waffling on that. It’s…probably doable, and I only pay for the traffic I get, but I haven’t the foggiest idea how much traffic that’s likely to be. The alternative of reblogging things isn’t very attractive, I’ll admit, especially since I’m not sure what was the final straw for tumbl’s broken algorithms thinking I’m too much trouble.

Omg did Dogmatix get deleted too?!?!?  I can’t find them in search!

I think that’s the search being broken. She’s still here, and I have a backup of her stuff too, given she doesn’t have a working computer at the mo.

::offers more cookies:: I will prolly remain here, out of spite if nothing else, and if they delete THIS blog my handle has the nice convenient roman numerals right there at the end and it amuses me far too much to keep counting however long they want to play this game. I’m trying with middling success to move my primary blogging over to dreamwidth and pillowfort, but it’s been a bit hit or miss so far. ::HUGS::

[norcumii]

Up absurdly late, stressing over this? Who, me?

I’ma go back to bed for a bit, but while my blog termination is being contested, I realized I have an amusing, handy-dandy built in roman numeral ready to go.

Let’s do this, tumbls.