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[yourpsychosomatic]

Today is my 29th birthday. 🎂 🎉 🎁

As a present I was thinking of any $1 or $2 dollar donations so I could pay my bills. A couple of them are due before my next paycheck (thurs).

As a give-back, I’ll do moodboards for all the people that donate!! Send a screenshot of your donation with any theme + favorite character/celebrity, and I’ll post your ask with a link to it. ❤️

c/shapp: maxximuu

v/nmo: maxximoo

ch/me: b3llad0nna

(feel free to send requests regardless, I’m always taking them.)

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We don’t talk enough about how fanfiction writers love to give character large amounts of non-specific paperwork they hate doing

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This might be unpopular but I’m not going to use simpler vocabulary in my writing if it’s out of character for the narrator. If my POV character is a botanist, he’s going to call a plant by its name. If you don’t know what it is you can either Google it or move on just knowing it’s a plant of some sort.

I don’t like this trend of readers being angry that not everything is 100% understandable for them. I want my characters to be believable as people and sometimes people use words people outside of their field will not understand. That’s not a bad thing.

You don’t have to understand every word to get the gist of what’s happening. I’m not going to slow down an action scene to describe every weapon because someone might not know them by name. They can just assume it’s a weapon because that makes sense in the context of the scene.

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Discussion on twt bout skin tight space suit and I uh

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Is this a problem?

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reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

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Fandom Problem #5917:

Heavily unpopular opinion but the way some people in fandoms act and behave about character's races-- like with the complaining about characters being races they don't like, various gross race-washing antics, demanding changes to existing media rather than making their own new stuff --honestly is starting to feel uncomfortably fetishistic. It's sad how people can only appreciate characters and stories that tick their favorite race boxes, as if that's all that gives them value.

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lol this is so true. and also really cool in a way i could never explain to anyone who isn't Like This

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Pawns getting promotions into queens in chess is like "well, my original intention was to run very far away or die, but now I have to be in charge of a small, failing nation and I'm made of violence. Great."

There should be more storylines like this.

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Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

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Please remember your favorite writers are attention whores with a praise kink, they need validation to survive. Feed them comments and reblogs to save a life.

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I love him and will always write for him. (although I don’t have anything on him yet.)

Does no one write for Astros JinJin anymore??? 😢 I just want to read something about that handsome man so I can be happy and content for at least a few minutes.

If anyone has any fics that I just can’t find or if you write them yourself please link them to me 🙏

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Fanfiction and fanart are bonus content, brought directly to you without monetary motives. That is so rare nowadays. You can and should if you're able to support these creators with donations, kudos, comments and reblogs. But you're not obliged to. You can consume it for free, because people enjoy sharing their talents with you. Make them feel loved for their gifts for us.

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She awoke to a boxcar full of corpses,

which was damn lucky, because it meant she now had a one-way train ticket to exactly where she wanted to go. All that was left to do was pass the time.

The student took inventory of her body. It was the first thing she knew to do in case of catastrophic injury, but the ritual of it was almost meditative now. Start at the bottom, work your way up.

Feet: Sore from walking. The leathery sheathe of mutagenic skin that ran up to her shins was largely unfeeling scar tissue at this point. They looked and functioned like a pair of high-topped hiking boots, except permanent and a part of her body. They were a rough custom job, designed for traversing the pools of acid that dotted the necrotic swamps common to her homeland. Home. Not much left of home now. She was getting sidetracked.

Legs: Also sore from walking, but less so. The musculature was hers, but the skeleton was reinforced with carbon-steel after a fall when she was little. Shock absorbing hydraulic femurs were nice for someone who did as much walking as she did. Skin was necrotizing again. Gotta get that replaced. Maybe one of the corpses is fresh enough to provide a graft.

Pelvis: Mercifully unfeeling. The surveyor had grabbed her by the hips. Skeleton was completely replaced a long time ago, but she could feel a hitch in the joint of her left leg whenever she moved it just so. An easy fix but time consuming, and not the sort of work to be done on a moving train. No necrotization here, at this point it was all synthetic. Uterus was completely original, not that it meant much. The little bundle of braided tubes that assisted her endocrine system remained stapled to her skin. The jangling was annoying, kept getting stuck on her hatchet, thus, staples. Fluids were looking a little dark, she must be dehydrated.

Torso: Felt fine, aside from the strain on her spine from carrying her things. Even with the augments, spines in general were just poorly constructed. Flesh was scarred, lots of burns, but mostly original. Both clavicles were removed and replaced with cargo sockets. She rolled her shoulders, it seemed like everything was working well. Breasts and sternum had been removed too, replaced with subdermal bulletproofing. She had spent extra for the good stuff there. One solid hand-ground piece of sloped armor. Getting shot in the lung was a lesson you only needed to learn once. Heart was completely mechanical. She even had a backup in her bag just in case. She traded the old lung and the breast tissue for that.

Right Arm: She rolled back the sleeve of her heavy coat and stretched her arm, watching the little electric motors dance. It was strong and dexterous, with half a dozen small tools built into the length of her forearm. No need for skin. In a pinch she could perform everything from network intrusion to basic surgery. Most of it was covered by the sleeve of her heavy coat. The amputation was above the elbow. She had leased her original arm for the current mechanical one when she was working on the pit crew for for an order of knights. She ended up keeping the arm.

Left Arm: She liked her left arm. She was proud of it. The trademark of a sythetimancer. It was pretty. Biological and mechanical features blending seamlessly together. Coils of veins and circuitry making intricate braids up her arm terminating in perfect Fibonacci spirals. Softly bioluminescent blood, filaments formed from calcified nerve tissue, synapse clusters under crystal clear de-pigmented bulbs of alpha-keratin. She concentrated for a moment, allowing the whirls on her palm to twist and readjust themselves with a tingling sensation. Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, all recombining into butane. She snapped her fingers, igniting a tiny flame, letting it dance along her fingers for a few moments burning and repairing the flesh as she went, spirals parting and coalescing like leaves navigating the twain of a gentle river. They looked like the little shell fossils she found at the white desert when she was little. Memories. Loss.

The spirals in her hand began to twist and pulse, little corkscrews of bone began to form, growing outwards against the thin layer of biosynthetic skin. It hurt. She winced, and regained control a moment later. Careless. She shook her arm, and the flame on her finger went out.

Head: Still a bit hazy from the pain. Where to start with the head? Neck. Parched. Currently being warmed by a scarf with a length of handmade maille hidden in the folds. Rebreather was working well because it was made well. It was made well because she made it. She made it because it used to be her job. Like everyone of her strain, she had no teeth, only two solid ridges of tough bone, largely blunt and made for gnashing but gradually coalescing into a single triangular point, evolved for ripping flesh. She clacked her jaws together experimentally. Clack. Clack.

Eyes were tired and dry. There was a short mechanical hiss and a snap as she the shields over her eyes retracted back into their sockets in her cheekbones. The only light was from a pair of grates in the ceiling, but the glare nearly blinded her. She snapped the shields back into place, and the heads up display came slowly back into focus.

Originally her skin was the sort of rust color common to her strain. By now it was a deep weather-worn red, except for the parts that were charred black and rotting. Gotta replace that. If she could grow hair, she had done a damn good job of making sure it was thoroughly singed off. It occurred to her that it might be fun to have hair one day. Maybe she could make it herself. Would it grow in spirals? She looked down to open the bag of genebending tools at her waist, and her heart jumped into her goddamn throat.

Staring up at her from the pile of corpses was a pair of bright red eyes on an unnaturally pale face with no nose or lips. Which would not be terribly upsetting or surprising, had it not just said “well met” in an oddly pleasant female voice, attempt to sit up, fail, and then ask politely if its new acquaintance would stop sitting on it.

Read the rest of the story here

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Fandom Problem #5852:

"Why are all of the artists and writers not updating anymore?"

Because there's hardly any interaction anymore and a large chunk of readers scroll through works liking them or dropping a kudos as if we're on instagram. No comments. No reblogs. No "hey this was good! I lliked/loved it a lot!"

If you think writers are being "entitled" or "greedy" check yourself. People spend days months, and even years using THEIR free time to write FREE content and post it for others to enjoy. They could spend that time doing something else, and a lot of writers on here are starting to do that.

It's not entitled or greedy to ask for some type of feedback or interaction with their works that readers apparently enjoy but hardly ever show it.

I've even seen someone say, "I don't wanna ruin the vibe of my main blog!"

Make. A. Side. Blog.

That's one of the reasons we have them!

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God I love “We’re enemies, but we’ve been enemies for a long time, which is sort of like being friends.” Great trope.

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Fandom Problem #5850:

People asking for advice for writing stories or making characters of their own, and gets loads of comments all like "it doesn't matter!! it doesn't have to be good!! all that matters is that YOU like it and you're having fun!!! make that OC with rainbow hair and heterochromia and superpowers!! :) :) :)" Like I know this is all in response to the past trend of roasting kids' "cringy" OCs or "mary sue" fanfiction, and yeah, that wasn't good, by no means should you bully kids (or, you know, anyone) 'cause you don't like their characters or stories that they made for themselves for fun. But, when someone is interested in writing things to be enjoyed by a larger audience than just themselves and their friends, and is genuinely searching for real advice to do so, and they just get peppered with "it doesn't matter :) as long as you like it! :)" that's like, not very helpful at all. Or instead of actual good writing advice, the best people can give is "here is a list Problematic Tropes to avoid, as long as you don't touch these that's all you need to know about writing! :)"

There's a lot of ways to improve writing or character that doesn't need to sacrifice self-indulgent fun, so you don't need to worry about crushing someone's dreams by just offering decent advice.

(To be clear I'm talking about people who ASKED for advice, not people giving unwanted "critique" on something they made for fun and shared.)