#cease your work

[postersbykeith]

#quotes #Leo Tolstoy #if then I were asked #important advice #stop a moment #cease your work #look around you

[bumblebeebats]

There are a lot of really nuanced pros and cons to the phenomenon of creators being more accessible to fans via social media nowadays, but one of the strangest things I've observed is like. People asking permission to have headcanons? Like yes, obviously, it's interesting to learn more about the creators' original intentions, but "Neil Gaiman, is it ok if in interpret Aziraphale as having carpal tunnel? 🥺" babes, that's between you and your 10 most unhinged Discord friends. Here, look, watch: I think Guillermo de la Cruz listens to My Chemical Romance. I think Zagreus has ADHD. I think Harrowhark Nonagesimus is a Scorpio. See? No snipers. It's easy, it's legal, and it's free

#And like. From the creator perspective myself: putting your own work out into the world is very much The Mortifying Ordeal of Knowing #That Some People Will Be So So Wrong About It #and they'll make decisions about and project things onto my characters that I don't agree with at all #But that's just life! I can't put out a cease and desist against anyone who interprets Mary as straight lmfao #If their reading comprehension is that bad and that's the headcanon hill they want to die on - well. That's between them and God

[shesmore-shoebill]

and as the follow up to this, sometimes courtmangela is 2 fbi agents with The bikini girl, bobbing up and down in a recently acquired hot tub. and a clipboard. and a flashlight.

#INCREDIBLE energy off this bit #smosh #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #courtney miller #courtmangela #why does this dynamic work SO well for the three of them #tntl #keith leak jr #flawless comedy. no notes. #'you might be wondering. why the clipboard in the hot tub. its so i can keep track of who i need to cease and desist.' #'they never called you by your name? it must have made you feel small.'

[ssaalexblake]

Does anybody want to tell the people still complaining that 13's era didn't have enough political commentary that the anti-imperialism themes, the condemnation of the treatment of refugees and immigrants, the emphasis on violence for violence's sake being bad but violence in the name of protection and self defence is acceptable and heroic (you can and Should fight back against violent colonizers), and and absolute refusal to give any ground to abusers (something the other eras were sketchy at Best over), we could talk about the environmental protection themes that appear about as subtly as a brick more than once (ideally environmental protection shouldn't be a political issue, but idk if you've watched the news lately, it is) were like. Really thematically obvious? And that if you talk about the Less obvious, it gets deeper.

We could talk about medical exploitation and the parallels of the timeless child to henrietta lacks (look her up). We could talk about the northern working class emphasis in the whole era and that its avoidance of the south is a statement in itself, from Sheffield steel to nobody having an upper class accent (sans that one time lord who ran division who had the Snootiest of snooty high class accents. Almost like they were making a Point). We could talk about how all our characters and reoccurring are working class, a bus driver, a trainee mechanic, a hotel manager etc etc, we could talk about the portrayal of actual honest modern poverty, and that it's explicitly shown that Dan Wants to work and is threatened off of the premises instead as the indictment of capitalism it is. We could talk about the very clear condemnation of tech companies taking advantage of their customers (calling fake google Vor was unacceptable tho, no defence available).

I could go on, but I'd like to drink my tea before it gets cold.

Sorry 13 didn't say the words eat the rich, but idk if you noticed, there was an actual whole episode where in the future the 1% who ruin the earth beyond repair literally get hunted and eaten by the mutated remains of the 99% whom they left to die 👍

#dw shit #bc pithy phrases are actually the end word in political commentary #i know 12 got some great Lines but damn not a great deal more depth #dont get me started on the zygon plot #rtd's anti capitalism commentary ceased to be commentary when rose got a rich daddy and ten stole somebody else's lottery winnings #by cheating #(capitalism IS to cheat. if you cheat the system and get money you have Won at capitalism. you cannot critique a system #that works by cheating by cheating it. that's just winnning at it.) #anyway #it's actually quite obvious. most of it. there is subtlty but I've #also spent years reading ppl angry it's so in your face #and it cannot both be in your face and non existent #but hey this is from the crowd that think 13 is too good And too bad to be the doctor #and u know what? I've still not forgiven rtd and moffat for being weirdly up the ass of royalty #at least 13 at best tolerated james #(and tbh moffat just decided to be pro or anti royalty whenever it got the best laugh lbr. somehow this is worse)

[thatgirlonstage]

Thinking through the logical conclusions of lore that the source material has clearly not thought that deeply about can be annoying or depressing in the sense of seeing exactly how deep the plot holes go but so long as it doesn’t inherently break the suspension of disbelief or ruin your enjoyment of the overall story it can be really fun to figure out what you can use to plug the holes. Like that’s just free real estate now baby. If the lore implies X but the story wound up at Z, then you can make the journey through Y be whatever you want it to be

#writing #this is about a lot of shows but unfortunately in this specific moment it’s about #elena of avalor #now that [static noise] has a completed draft I need to finish the bed you made #it’s just like half a chapter that I ended up having to rewrite bc the first version of it ceased to work once I finished the fic #but i want to get it finished and up so I’m looking back over my draft #and just. I have. so many Thoughts #I’m v pleased with how I handled the jaquins #low key I want. to write another spin off. #(I have already written two spin offs of this fic that I haven’t even finished posting) #specifically addressing: hey where the fuck is Esteban’s spirit guide. What Is The Deal #this show DEFINITELY didn’t think through ‘everyone has a spirit guide’ lmao #i think it would kind of fuck if Shuriki uhhhhh killed his spirit guide #ANYWAY #so many apologies in advance to my subscribers when that nonsense starts appearing in your inboxes again #i have a problem #the problem is that Esteban Flores is a traumatized little stress ball and I want to shake him around like he’s in a snow globe #SORRY WE’RE AT TAKING THE DISNEY JUNIOR SHOW WAY TOO SERIOUSLY ON MAIN HOURS AGAIN #THIS JUST. THIS IS JUST GONNA HAPPEN AT LEAST UNTIL I GET THIS FIC AND ALL ITS SIDE STORIES OUT OF MY SYSTEM

[soldier-poet-king]

I will not argue about religion online I will not argue about religion online I will not argue about religion online🤡

#franposting #rae your response already sort of undercut ops intent #but also FUCK THAT POST FOR REAL #1) u are doctrinially incorrect. 1x a year minimum. recommended during pennintential seasons #get off my ass every week bullshit #that's not how it works mortal sin is NOT so common as that and this is how yall give ppl scruples and complexes #and religious trauma #also like. just fuck off in general if u have that kind of attitude #trads my nemesis (EXCEPT U RAE) #(she is very polite. she gets to stay :) #but anyway yeah now im so fuckin angry #everytime i think ive reached some sort of tentative peace with the church #or at least. a cease fire. a begruding tolerance of my coreligionists #i am forcibly reminded that so many of them suck #ALSO HISTORICALLY??? WEEKLY CONFESSION??? WTF ARE YALL ON. CRACK???? #we went 2 millenia without it. get ur reactionary american trad bullshit out my face #if u are reading this and being like. oh fran i am going to argue with u and correct u. consider. dont. #dont do that. i will not change my mind on this. it is one of the few articles of faith i am definitely sure on #and im actually IN THE RIGHT this isnt even my heterodox pseudo heretic ass #this is literal doctrine yall are just brainrotted by usamerican catholic trad culture #tldr thank u rae for ur response but i must take my rage further and scream bc i hate that rhetoric sm

[fellpyrean]

So we all agree the ‘personal pet’ line messed us up, yeah? 

So here’s some King in Yellow/Arthur. CWs for uh. Gore, torture, mindbreak??, eldritch horny.  This is not nice. Dare I say, dead dove do not eat. (Edit: BODY HORROR ALSO! I forgot orz) 

Slice of an AU where ep20 went badly below the cut. ~1400 words. 

_______________________

Humans can adapt to anything. 

It probably wasn't the thought Arthur should have had. He probably wasn't in a state to still have any thoughts at all, if he was being honest, but he didn't have much else to do. Not anymore. 

John was gone. Had been for… well. Probably quite a long time. 

The King had taken him back - pried him from Arthur's flesh, with clever words and cruel fingers that had driven him to such bright, piercing agonies that he could almost still hear John pleading through them. Defiant to horrified to begging until the King hadn't even needed to pull very hard for John to dive back into him; as long as the King didn't kill him. 

Well, haha. He didn't. It would have been a mercy. 

The King stayed true to his promise. 

Arthur had been far, far too bloodied and weak to fight the tentacle that oozed between his lips and began to spill something thick and vile down his throat before he lost consciousness. His last delirious, relatively peaceful rest before he awoke - still blind, but his body feeling oddly whole - before he heard the muffled singing and learned his new reality.

He was the King's pet. 

After that first… visit. He had wanted nothing more than to die. The King had dismantled him. Slowly, methodically. Narrating as he sliced skin from muscle, as his claws and tentacles slipped across bare, bloody muscle and dug down between his sinews, sliced into his stomach and examined him inside and out, pawing at his organs like fruits at a market. The dreadful sounds above his screams as the god cracked open his chest, all so he could more easily stroke and squeeze at his heart. 

And all, vividly, viscerally described in his low, purring voice as the King made sure he understood every word, every action, and kept him conscious until Arthur was sure he no more resembled a human than a lump of hideous flesh. How he did not die, he did not know. He tried to die. Tried to bite off his tongue in a stage of delirium, but all he got for it was choking on his own blood as the King tutted.

Then the tentacle came back, stuffing its way back through the ruins of his body, and Arthur fell back into blissful darkness. 

So it began. 

The King's special pet, locked away in a tower far and above the city, whose screams would rain down entwined in the King's beautiful song. 

The King's special pet, who slowly learned each and every way a god could take a mortal man apart. He thought the King would tire of it. Began to pray beneath his hideously cruel touch that it would end. That one day, he wouldn't bother to feed him his essence. That the King would hum and pet his bloodied hair and let him fall at last into the abyss. But he never did. 

He began to know when he entered, where his touch first fell, what he might expect. Whether he would be flayed or slowly ripped apart, whether the King would grab his hands with his tentacles and force Arthur to pry open himself. Whether their hands would be tangled as he was vivisected, what songs the King might hum as he inserted strands of himself into Arthur's spine and hijacked his nerves, his mind, and allowed him to experience such pure, inhuman agonies he could almost feel his soul shatter. 

Without the King to speak, he could describe what was happening to him. And oh, he liked that. Arthur remembered the way the monster had shuddered with unspoken delight when first he ordered him to narrate his own skinning. 

The tentacles had been eager that day. Eager to tangle in his muscles, eager to plunge into his mouth and feed him as he blankly drank it down. 

He belonged to the King now. 

Every bit of him by this point he knew was more formed of the King than anything human. 

Everything except the eyes. One of them at least. Never once had the King taken those. Arthur had taken one of them, once. But he'd only managed to gouge out one before the King had caught him and chained him in soft, unbreakable silk and. Fixed him. 

That had been new. Unique. He'd never felt tentacles swarming his eye socket before. Plunging into his skull and oozing about against the inside of him, wrapping in barely repressed rage about his brain as Arthur screamed and thrashed and begged until more tentacles stuffed his throat. 

It had been a brief incident. 

When he'd woken up, still shaking on the floor, he felt silk bound about his eyes. 

He couldn't remove it. It was… affixed to his skin. 

Perhaps… that was when Arthur accepted it. This was his existence now; his tiny room, the faint sounds of the city below, the cycles of light and dark that warmed and froze his skin, and the King. No others ever entered the tower. He doubted even if the Dancers approached it. Certainly, the King's only herald was the click of a so normal sounding door latch. 

The only other voice, the only other presence in his life became the King. His everything. 

How far gone was he, he would laugh to himself, that he was almost relieved when he heard that latch click? That it was a relief that the King still came, that his tormentor still traced so meticulously over his skin every time before he began to peel? That his breath came, hot and cold and close above his nape as the King laughed and sighed and sang and narrated his red, red blood spattering on to shining gold? 

There was a collar now. 

Arthur knew it was gold, just as he knew the silk around his eyes was. The King had slipped it around his throat with a hum, had choked him and purred out Arthur's struggles until he'd gone limp. And when next he had awoken, the collar still rested against his skin. 

Whatever it was, it was soft and supple, embossed with some twisting, coiling pattern, and a cold, metal pendant hung from its front. 

It made part of him pleased. God he hated that. But the broken, twisted part of him - larger far than Arthur wanted to admit - nearly preened at the damn thing. 

He blamed that part of himself when the King yanked him by the collar, and he couldn't stop the moan that tore from his choked throat as he hung in the god's grasp. Breaths fast, body oddly warm, fingers clammy as he clutched at the King's in that eternity long moment. 

And oh. 

Oh how the King had laughed.

Genuine, like hundreds of bells tolling at once in his mind, and then. Then, something new. 

Almost tenderly, the King pulled him close. So close. He felt the robes part, felt his skin prickle in danger he could not name, and then. Felt the tentacles pull him in. 

Into what, he could not… dare imagine to say. Into the King, though the words did so little to capture it. 

He had been torn apart on a level he couldn't comprehend. And he had clung to the King as he did it; as his body devoured him, as Arthur clutched at him, as Arthur's screams mingled with the god's slow, steady breaths and heady laughter. As his too long, too sharp fingers stroked his hair, urged his tear-streaked face to nestle on his shoulder. 

Idly, Arthur thought he could picture it. From the outside, it probably looked tender. Wrapped up in his cloak, none would have been any the wiser as to the shattering agony/ecstasy Arthur experienced as the King did… something horrible to him. As the King entangled them. 

Did he plead for him to stop, or beg for more? 

He didn't know. 

But the King. When. When he finished. When he deposited the remains of Arthur's body on the floor, when he felt the god begin to piece enough of him back together that the tentacles would have something to feed, he stayed. He stayed and he pet Arthur's head and. Praised him. 

Good pet.

And fuck. Fuck.

Arthur remembered it. It was seared into his fucking mind like a beacon; how he'd whimpered and sucked so obediently when that dripping tentacle slithered into his mouth and he fed on the god's slick like it was ambrosia.

How had it ever tasted vile, when it was so honey sweet? 

#masked #king in yellow/arthur #malevolent #malevolent fanfic #that line seized me by the dick and refused to let go until i gave it an offering #i PRAY that a certain someone has masked as a filtered tag because i would cease to exist #anyway uh yeah. yeah. shout out to the KiY/Arthur tag on ao3 #i have such respect for your work #i will label this mature in 30 seconds when i swap to the app #i hope you like this #arthur lester #the king in yellow #crowswritings

[signalhill-if]

Fun fact: a lot of the story ideas I have came from the world I designed for an Apocalypse World game, and at the time I was reading @attollogame and loved Sysba and wound up making a character with a similar premise of being a god banished to live in a human body. That character took on a life of their own and became like everybody's favourite NPC. But they were really specific to that game's story at that point and were very fultifaceted, so when I started writing Signal Hill (which has a totally different plot) I decided to split their role in the story into two different characters, Yvette and Aldrich.

In other words, if you trace it far enough back, 1/3 of my main cast is just Sysba from Attollo

#i expect a cease and desist in the mail promptly #i am joking ofc ames your work is soooooo beautiful and very literally inspirational haha #i'm posting this cause the other day i was talking to my partner about a book series i used to love as a kid called the unicorn chronicles #and i realized that the backstory of the character elihu is literally the same as the AW character in question #like man. inspiration in art is so weird #i hadn't even thought about that book series in years when i came up with that character #watch the tomska video about 'the somerton scale' it'll make you really think about your creative ideas and where they come from #and also he's funny #i've been meaning to do a bit of behind the scenes talk about the origins of signal hill if anybody's curious #i think that might be fun. the process of coming up with it is very roundabout #ALSO IN CASE ANYBODY THINKS THIS IS A SPOILER. IT'S NOT. neither character in signal hill is a god in human form that would be fucking wild #yvette is just yvette <3 aldrich........ well their storyline was ripped from an old story i wrote and never finished. not spoiling that #also there is no cannibalism in signal hill. none. i prommy #yet...

[hypodermicfroggy]

Like all Pokemon fans I also have an innumerable list of grievances with Pokemon despite it being one of my favorite game series, but I think the biggest one that fully turned me away from mainline games entirely (besides the fucking terrible artstyle change from pixel sprites to the awful plastic-looking 3D models) was just how many parts of the DS and up games were/are reliant on online social features and hardware. Such as:

living in a large urban environment with access to people who ALSO play the games (so if you were rural you were fucked, looking at you trading, Pokemon GO, and StreetPass functions)

having access not just to internet BUT ALSO having access to online features that have an indeterminable lifespan and could be shut off at any time, rendering entire swaths of game features inaccessible (secret bases in the DPP games, the Dreamworld stuff in B/W, etc.)

having access to hardware-specific features (MALAMAR MALAMAR OH MY GOD MALAMAR AND THE FUCKING "TURN THE DS UPSIDE DOWN" BULLSHIT)

Anyway, ROMhacks have their own hosts of problems, but at least it's not fucking this.

#Pokemon #this post brought to you by my resetting for a shiny Archen in my copy of Blaze Black #and the 'Launch C-Gear communications?' question everytime filling me with rage #like no! I don't! the C-Gear doesn't fucking work! you tied like 40 things behind a feature that you shut the fuck down! #even modern-wise I don't even think you can even access some of the cosmetic options in SuMo without online social features #and it sucks! stop making online social features a requirement for everything! #this is actually one of the things that annoys me about Uranium too even though I otherwise love that hack/game #(besides the fact that YOU STILL WON'T RELEASE YOUR LEVIATHAN TRIO COME THE FUCK ON stop making Mystery Gifts and FINISH THE GAME) #is that there are trade-exclusive Pokemon that need access to internet and global trade and like...do you think that's sustainable? #after you got Cease and Desist'd once already by Nintendo? do you REALLY think that's a good idea to keep in your game? #I want more Pokemon games that are less feature-dense and made with single casual players in mind and I'm NOT KIDDING #reblog.wank #croak.txt

[miami2k17]

my thanatophobia is getting so bad. like multiple panic attacks a day every day god somehow i want to be ignorant to the existentialism of knowing we're hurtling towards nonexistence but then i look at other people and am astonished that they just don't care. Like do you know? DO YOU KNOW

#no more music. no more sunlight. or your favorite food #or naps or petting cats or learning new stuff or watching movies #and you dont even get to think about doing it even if you cant do it because you dont think because you no longer exist as a sentient being #You are gone the consciousness that makes you You is just dissipated into the ether #and what are my options. Invent immortality? therapy or anxiety meds would NOT work there is no coping skill for being aware of death #unless the therapist can make me immortal. i just spend my whole life living in terror and then i die and cease to exist. like what?? #self awareness is a fucking curse

[yourcalamity]

im about to have such a potent opportunity to disappear into the woods forever it itches

#i wonder how long it would take anyone to figure it out lol #youre welcome future coldcase vloggers #but for the record if i do mysteriously vanish no its not because of my job #must be said because thats the easiest explanation people come up with yeah it would be convenient right #if i could just get a new job and suddenly everything in my life will be fixed and all of the other blatant issues clearly coming from other #sources will cease to exist #also therapy and meds will do the same thing. i might as well walk up to a stranger and ask them to snap their fingers and cure me #just as long as the hand i turn to for help points in another direction technically im being ‘helped’ right #life is just a fight and you have to keep fighting for yourself and others and hope one day someone is going to fight for you #and when people dont fight for you when you need them to it becomes clear that you dont even need to fight. it would be easier to lose #you already upset them by not fighting for yourself and instead of fighting for you now theyre fighting againt you. do you really want to #fight harder. do you really want to fight people you love. no one wants that #ive been so emotionally destroyed these past years and idk if i will ever recover or find worth in myself again #and if i got a new job tomorrow at the most comfortable high paying company in the world with a one day work week and unlimited pto #i would still feel worthless because of the experiences ive had and the way everyobe has brushed over them as if i cant feel emotion #i have been carrying so much hurt #now im going home to say goodbye to the remains of a stranger who wouldve disowned me had we ever spoken on even ground #but sure i will enjoy my trip

[godblooded]

my pharmacy: we have no aderall :( you can have it monday tho!

me, calling into another pharmacy to get it filled there.

i get there and… they’re all on fucking break at the goddamn fucking pharmacy.

#ooc. o kaptain. #[let me tell you as a fucking person who has worked retail or never fails to awe me that people can just… all go on break at fucking once. #like ‘lmfao we’re gonna close down this entire service’ are you FUCKING kidding me. never in my entire life have i ever seen a BUSINESS #that DURING OPERATING HOURS just CEASES TO OPERATE. in AMERICA at least like what??? are pharmacies only run by Greeks??? it’s not even your #fucking nap time. I’m so pissed. it won’t even be ready when they’re OFF break. so like. get fucked I guess??? lmfao.] #meds / #negativity /

[auroraiter]

wow! okay i greatly apologize for the radio silence. a lot of not so wonderful things started happening irl over here and my ability to do much of anything other than cry and play ffxv kind of. vanished.

this to say im putting out a small, possible hiatus warning for here and on xeha's blog until things calm down a little bit. if you'd like to talk on d.iscord, you can add me (nighthare#1987)

#broken keychain ; out of character #me: oh yeah i can totally come back and write!!! #work: haha how about we cut your hours but also give you double the work load #one of our dogs: i need hip surgery :) #other dog: i am ceasing to exist! :) #roommate: i still dont have a job and just lost my other income source so you're on your own with paying for things! #like. ouch!

[cunttom]

never forget 1 thing. matt hargreaves loves money over all else

#meposting #scumbag. charge for your discord. keep disgusting freaks on the crew. your work never ceases to disappoint

[gazelessmenagerie]

( I hate it. change it back. )

#|| Tag: OOC #( me trying to shove my things into my queue while working on other asks/drafts and I see this ) #( as I check my activity. bring it back my condensed and neat old activity display ) #( Cease your pathetic attempts to be more like twitter. ) #( this is getting ridiculous )

[dkettchen]

*sees a single lgbt+ themed ad outside of June*

Ah yes, corporate pride month never ends now 

#it's like the forever purge oh boy #I thought we were safe #the sirens went off marking the beginning of july I THOUGHT WE WERE SAFE NOW AAAAH #like yes give nonbinary actors jobs but also fucking hell if a cis man tells me he uses he/him pronouns to my face and then gingerly asks me #how I'd like to be referred to as if he's walking on egg shells through this interaction I will cease wanting to work there #like holy hell be chill sir get that stick out your ass #indeed who tf wrote this for you #don't teach the allies this stuck-up nonsense #put an optional preferred name & pronouns field on your forms #learn to fix it and move on if you mess up #understand that some people don't *have* preferred pronouns or might still change them #or are straight up not out or ready to tell you a quasi-stranger that stuff yet