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Fragments is a slice of life comic leisurely telling a gay wolgraha story. A ShB love letter. A mix of fluff, spice, angst and idiocy. Updates every other Friday.
Read the comic using the episode index below.
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✧✦✧ Chapter I: Found and lost ✧✦✧
Episodes: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5.1 - 5.2 | text | 6 | 7 | 8 | text | 9 | 10 | 11 | text
✧✦✧ Chapter II: New world, old friend ✧✦✧
Episodes: 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42-45 in early access
My notes on episodes: 1-3 | 4-7 | 8-11 | 12-14 | 15-18 | 19-22 | 23-26 | 27-30 | 31-35 | 36-40
This comic’s storytelling style assumes you have not only played through ShB, but are closely familiar with the details.
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Fragments is also on: webtoon | free pdf on kofi chapter 1 | chapter 2 | ao3 (slow updates)
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Support the comic: Patreon | Kofi
I'm only asking for money needed to sustain me while I dedicate myself to this project. Current script looks like 5+ years of work, and, given your continued support, I'd indulge and add even more fun scenes.
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FAQ under the cut:
- You aren’t on [platform name], can I repost your art?
No, please DON’T repost or use my art in any way, including pfp/icons. The only things you CAN use are the discord emotes, only for their designed purpose.
If you wanna share something on another platform, just link to my tumblr post. They’re permanent and easy to find thanks to tags.
- Vivi’s pronouns?
He/him! Both him and Raha are cis male in my work.
- Can I draw him?
Yes please, and don’t forget to @ me!! I LOVE fanart.
✔️ You CAN draw him solo or with characters that are established in Fragments. Please keep it sfw.
✖️ Please don't draw him with other wols or characters that aren’t established in Fragments. No what-ifs.
- Can I kin him?
Kin him at your own risk, his story is an iceberg that you might not like when you see it in full. You can kin Vivi as long as you don’t use his name or art, or rp as him. He’s my WoL, think how would you feel if your WoL was impersonated by someone else.
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YES!! I reply privately by default, if you’d like it to be posted on my blog, please indicate it somehow, maybe add “ok to post” <3
- What are your tools?
Windows desktop, tablet Wacom One Medium, Paint Tool SAI, Paintstorm Studio.
- Any merch/prints?
You can grab a print of my art. No merch beyond what inprnt can offer. If you’d like to see another art of mine on my inprnt, just ask me <3
- Fragments physical books?
Unfortunately never because I’m not US-based, and don’t have the mental capacity required to manage physical orders.
- Collab, trade, request, art challenge, any other kind of community project, are you in?
Nope, sorry! I prefer working at my own pace, I hope I don't come off as standoffish, just got no time and energy for that.
- Just how thirsty are you for the Exarch?
Yes.
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Safiyyah & Aidan 🌸🌸🌸
Comic practice featuring Safiyyah (first appearance) and Aidan! (The one in cap!)
I had been wondering why it's so hard to make front face pieces perfect, idk how i figured it out but I did! Also, I took one look at my old Aidan Panel Test piece from a while back and figured, "Hey, that style of drawing and lining actually looks pretty close to what we want, let's try to recreate that!"
And so I did, although just rough sketches, I still managed to make these pages! Messy, but the story is there! I think... Haha.
What do you think? 😸✨
Hope you enjoy this one!
Ps. I keep forgetting I have a Tumblr acc haha anyway I post more on my KoFi, less distracted to post on there haha (my KoFi link)
#kume arts#safiyyah#aidan#my ocs#art#hijabi#hijab#muslimahs#oh right i should upload that palestine art piece here too#..have i? I'll do it tomorrow#may Allah ease everything for us all!#comic#comic sketch#original comic
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My purpose is whatever I want it to be, I don’t think it’s acceptable to tell me what I can only do over here. If my laptop posts are annoying, your forgetting that my laptop is how I actually make proper scam warning posts. You don’t see all my life posts; The laptop posts are just an update to why I’m not really able to currently do my scam busting at a decent pace.
I am not manipulating people into donating to here. I don’t post my links all that often. I’m not forcing anyone into giving me money. I don’t spam asks to share my pinned post, I don’t tag strangers in my kofi links, and I also don’t message people asking them to give me money. I am not guilt tripping anyone into funding my laptop. I know what it is and I try to make sure nothing I say is guilt tripping. I would suggest you go yell at scam blogs who do that.
People are free to give money to who they want to; There are more people who deserve it then I do. I don’t tell people they have to give me funds. It is entirely optional and they can give it to anyone else if they don’t want to give me anything.
It is not a scammy move to accept support for all the work I do here which is keeping up reports and information to the best of my ability. I don’t take money from those who need it. You act as if I make a living off this blog when I really don’t.
Also I’m not a scam blog I’m a blog that busts scam please pay attention to the things your saying.
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I keep forgetting that I have this tumblr account and I'm sorry. I'm here updating on stuff I haven't updated on here before since it's been weeks.
For those who just want to check the gofundme for the link instead of reading all of it, you can view it here
I have been in a hotel since February 4th of this year and have managed to get funding through GFM and paypal/kofi to remain sheltered. Originally I needed money for extra things like food and such, but I got that resolved, so the money is pretty much about staying sheltered. The other information is in the screenshots and the gofundme itself. I do post in the updates on the gofundme, but I am the most active on my twitter, which you can follow here!
I also share my kofi and paypal due to the fact the minimum wait for donation transactions is 2 business days, so sometimes I will not get that in time. Unless its a really large donation, when it's less than 2 days for me to pay for the hotel again, just donate to my Kofi or Paypal instead.
Please signal boost at least, that can help as well!
#currently homeless#donate if you can#donations needed#homeless#gofundme#homeless in need#signal boost#fundraiser#experiencing homelessness
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Especially for an autobiography
***Reader Request***
Relationships - Fabulously confident reader x domestic dork Daryl. That’s right, fabulously confident and plus-sized reader from Simply one of those days is back! Have fun, kids, and thank you for the request, anonymous friend!
Pronouns - she/her
Perspective - 2nd person You, 3rd person Him.
When - Alexandria, pre-Negan
Genre - fluffy and romantic! Also might could be a tad steamy; it’s the hormones. Daryl doesn’t mind. Y’all are married.
TWs - it’s not unsafe for work, but you are feeling rather...amorous. Otherwise, we have some crude language during Daryl’s POV
Word count - oh, let me have my fun
Masterlist for more stuff and thangs, and a link to. . . Kofi :D
Him
He couldn’t help but laugh when she dramatically flopped back onto the bed and sighed, “Ugh, I’m so tired!”
And as soon as he did crack up, she was quick to toss back, “Daryl darling, are you teasing me?”
But the pout she was giving him wasn’t serious, a fact proven by her wink as she flipped onto her stomach.
“Oof, apologies, my sweet,” she exclaimed before readjusting so she wasn’t directly on her stomach. “Can’t lay like that anymore, I suppose.”
“Y’okay?” he quickly checked, forgetting all about buttoning his shirt back up to jog over and kneel beside the bed.
“We’re fabulous, don’t you worry.” She hummed and gave him a look he’d very happily grown familiar with. “You’re so sexy when you get all concerned about us,” she purred, and reached out to lightly drag her fingers through his hair to pull him close.
Yeah, that was another thing about her being five months along.
Her own exact words regarding it were: “Lordy, every time I look at you, I want to yank your jeans down, mount you, and have at it.”
His cheeks got all warm as he remembered that particular afternoon. Both because he was currently (rapidly) getting in the mood as he felt her kissing his neck, but also because of the memory itself.
She’d accidentally said that—yes, that, the whole quote, word-for-word—right in earshot of most of the group.
Tara and Glenn were fucking rolling, and he’d never seen Abraham get so red as he wheezed alongside Carol and Rick. Even the reverend guy—sorry, ‘Father Gabriel’—coughed awkwardly to try and hide his laughter from his spot in the corner.
Then Carl had come downstairs wanting to know what was so funny, and for some reason, Eugene had actually started to repeat the damn thing.
Luckily, Michonne spoke up louder, wiping her eyes as she told Carl that “Y/N was being funny about her hormonal changes.”
“You know how I have a flair for the theatric, sweet boy,” she’d told the kid with a wave of her hand and a shrug of her shoulders, even while covering her eyes in embarrassment and trying not to giggle.
Meanwhile in real time, his wife was very effectively getting ready for another round.
He wasn’t complaining.
By then on top of him, she breathed into his ear, “Don’t worry, handsome, I won’t keep you too long.”
His hands were on her beautiful curves, savoring every inch. “Keep me all day, gorgeous, I won’t mind,” he managed to murmur back.
She hummed. Tossed her hair in that confident way he loved so much, and gave him a wicked little smile that turned him on like nothing else. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
You
He’s always so tender afterward. Even after you two ‘have fun’ in a less-than-tender place.
Mmm, like when you’d done it against the back wall of the house that time...or the other time...or that time in the garage on the work bench...or that time on his bike behind the building during that supply run...or the other time...or when...
Lordy, you had no idea how wildly randy you’d be at this point in your pregnancy. Granted, you’d been pregnant just about as long as you two have been physical. Honeymoon baby. When Maggie had correctly guessed the news, she’d playfully lauded your efficiency.
Anyway, for the past several weeks, you swear it’s as if you’re insatiable! In your defense, Denise said it’s entirely normal at this stage.
And, in your defense, your husband is exceedingly sexy, truly a work of art.
The thing that knocks your socks off is the fact that he’s only been at this for five months. He was a remarkable student. And just so...attentive. Generous, you might add.
And it’s so deliciously sweet that whenever you try to praise him about it, he shakes his head and mumbles that “You’re the one who showed me the ropes.”
You gaze down at him sleepily as you lay in bed together. His bare back with his scars and tattoos is showing the rise and fall of his breathing. His legs are barely covered by the sheet, likewise that stunning behind of his. And those strong arms you love to look at so much are draped around you.
You can’t get enough of this, how soft he becomes after. Pun not entirely intended...
And you’d be content to have him keep resting his head against your waist as you play with his messy, messy hair all day. His messy, sexy, rugged, masculine, even a little dirty hair—Lordy, you two only finished a several minutes ago and here you are gearing up again.
How can you be so exhausted and yet so ready to tumble again? You’d thought food cravings and some emotional ups and downs would be the standout of this adventure. Well, you certainly were mistaken.
Instead, you’re very tired and so very, very liable to get aroused.
So tired today, in fact, that you may even possibly, potentially, only maybe...
Oh, there’s no use in denying it: you’re too tired to go on the supply run today. Just thinking about it, you’re almost in tears at the idea of walking up all the steps and packing up boxes of books to lug back.
But you’re equally in near-tears at the thought that you won’t be doing so.
The supply run is to a library this time!
Well, it’s really to a fairly unpicked urgent care clinic abutting a dentistry office, but it’s a block away from a library! Your favorite place! And because you’re so thoroughly tired, all you want to do other than make out with your husband is read, which is just another reason you were so looking forward to going.
Worth a mention is that it’s high time this place had its book collection tended to.
C’est la vie, you suppose. This exhaustion is only temporary.
“What was that sigh for, gorgeous?” your hear him ask you softly as he kisses your stomach and finds your hand to take into his. You could feel the rumble of his voice reverberate through your body from where his lay pressed against yours.
“I’m just being a little dramatic. I’m not looking forward having to get up and put on clothes. Then, the thought of carrying of all those books back to the tru—”
“—Still can’t believe Denise ain’t barred you from doin’ stuff like that,” he grunts to himself, his hand now absently drawing lines on your thigh.
You gave an indignant hmph, then reminded him with a kiss on his head that “It’s considered safe because I’m not adding any strenuous new activities, only maintaining what my body is used to.” You take his hand into yours and bring it to your lips. “And I’m far enough along that it isn’t a big concern.”
Another kiss, then you rest his hand on your breast for safekeeping. “Plus, I’m not lifting as much as I used to,” you add.
His thumb begins to move gently back and forth over it. “And you've been real excited to get more books.”
“Have I ever. I miss my book collection so much. It was fabulous, Daryl.”
Among your collection, you’d had all of Austen, all of the Brönte sisters, all of L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables, an original copy of ‘To Kill a Mockingbird,’ and only the fancy-bound variety of Shakespeare’s plays plus a signed (signed!) copy of “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”
You especially miss the book your mom gifted to you. It was an Evelyn Stuart Hardy illustrated edition from the 1910s of Jane Eyre, your absolute favorite book in the world! It reminded you of her like nothing else...it had been her favorite book, and your granny’s, too.
You’d packed it up and kept it with you after the world fell. It was still with you after most everything else you’d had was stolen.
Until you’d ultimately had to burn it during the winter, when you were still alone.
Not a day later is when you’d run into Beth at the stream. That’s when she brought you to Daryl, and just like that, they brought you into the group. The rest is history, but how you kicked yourself for burning it.
Straightening your posture even while reclining, you push your shoulders back and remind yourself that you made a necessary decision. You’d needed the warmth.
“The shelves here are woefully understocked, darling, and there are plenty of houses to fill up,” you begin to tell Daryl. “I was saying to Deanna just the other day how perhaps we could transform one of the empty ones into an entertainment venue of sorts, keep morale up. Library on the top floor—very convenient if one wishes to browse the stacks with her very handsome, work-of-art husband in private,” you hint.
Does he realize what he’s doing as he rubs his thumb over your breast back and forth like that? Eyeing him, you continue. “A movie theater type room on the bottom or perhaps in the basement, a gaming room, a music room, an art room with supplies in the attic!” You’re getting excited again just picturing it! “Wouldn’t that be so fabulous?”
You hum at the thought, then look down to find him gazing at you with the most...“Daryl? Please don’t look so utterly in love with me, you know how your being in love with me turns me on. And I might mention what you’re doing with my nipple?”
Him
He couldn’t help but snort again—and he stopped doing that thing with his thumb, obviously.
“Your being in love with me turns me on.” Hell yeah he was in love with her, it was impossible not to be. Other than being entertaining as fuck, her confidence and endless optimism had its own gravitational pull, she was smart, caring, and—shit—so damn attractive. And she liked him! That was the craziest part of it.
He’d probably let himself fall for her ever since that time she’d kissed him on the cheek at the outdoor goods place a year or so back.
It was either then or when he’d finally seen her again, after Terminus. It was because of what she’d said that made him finally realize it.
The words hadn’t even been to him, they’d been to Carol. “Alright now, you. Get yourself over there and hug your best friend. He’s missed you.” Those words, weird as it might seem, that was what made him see it.
That realization had been scary enough, so just imagine how he felt next. Her first words to him were spoken softly, so only he could hear.
“Daryl Dixon, I would like to marry you someday.”
And then she’d kissed him as if there was nobody else there at all.
Yeah. He's just glad that sometime after finding the reverend guy—sorry, ‘Father Gabriel’— that he’d gotten brave enough to finally bring up what she’d said. As much as he hated himself at that point in time, he felt safe enough with her that he couldn’t not ask. There was too much risk of losing her again.
“Y’know that thing you said? Before you kissed me that time, Y/N?”
“Which time, handsome?”
His pulse had been going hog wild. “...When I finally saw ya again.”
She’d smiled through her exhaustion, so much like that first day he’d met her. Winked at him.
“That was a very nice one, I must admit.”
And that’s when her eyes grew wide as she’d remembered exactly what she’d said before she’d done so, as well as noticed that he was nervously looking back and forth from her to the reverend guy.
“Oh!”
The morning they’d woken up in the barn after surviving that hurricane was almost when they’d gotten hitched. Almost; Aaron had showed up, though, so it got pushed back only until the group decided to go to Alexandria.
At that decision, she saw no reason to wait any longer. Neither did he.
“It’s just a pity we’ll need to wait until I can lay you down and show you my ‘form and function,’” she’d lightly teased in his ear as she wiped her tears away, fully aware that that time might never actually happen.
For all they knew, their marriage could have been as short as only that day, depending on what lay ahead in that place.
But, turns out, Alexandria was safe. A good place.
So, two days in, she’d brought him to a bedroom in the quiet part of the house, and...showed him the ropes.
And now, he and she had a kid. Honeymoon baby. He was so fucking excited about it.
Denise said in a month or two is when he’d be able to finally feel them kicking around in there.
“So, you’re tryin’ to bring home just how many books today?” he asked Y/N, scooching up from his nook against her waist so he could hold her in his arms. “The whole damn library’s worth?” he teased.
“I would have endeavored to make a dent, perhaps.” Was it his imagination or did she sound disappointed?
“Would have?”
She pulled his arm around her tighter. “I’m just too tired, darling,” she admitted quietly. So that was why she was down.
He curved his body against hers and breathed in the smell of her hair. He didn’t like it when she was down, seemed unnatural. “It won’t be the last time we go.”
“Certainly not. Sasha, Olivia, and myself were calculating just how many trips we might need to take to get enough volumes. Final estimation was three.”
The way she announced that made him grin. “But you had your hopes on comin’ today,” he stated more than asked as he wove his fingers in between hers.
“I did. Libraries and auditoriums are my favorite places. And, it’s simply been a while since I’ve ventured outside the walls. Well,” she considered. “Other than to check on sweet little Enid, she’s quite the escape artist.”
“What kinds of books were you gonna bring back?” he wanted to know. Because he was fixing to bring back every dang one.
But he felt her make a shrug as if it were unimportant, and then she waved it off. “I made a list, it’s on the kitchen island or the coffee table, if I recall.” It was kinda cute that she thought she could fool him into not knowing when she was disappointed.
“What are some of the things on it?” he pressed, gently caressing her belly.
He felt her shrug again. “The useful parts of the reference and how-to sections, especially agricultural ones for Maggie. Oh, and you’ll notice a note regarding a pasta-making book for Shelly.”
She shook her head in amusement. “I appreciate generous helping of homemade linguini myself, so why she hasn’t simply made some by hand to enjoy is beyond me. You simply roll it out flat and slice it, easy as can be, no machine required.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
He moved back so she could turn and face him. “What else?” Come on, tell me what you want, gorgeous.
“Nothing, that’s all it takes to make homemade pasta.”
He grumbled only a little. “I meant the books, Y/N.”
She gave him another playful pout, then went on. “The teens and children here need some new reading material. Glenn will know which comic books are best, and he knows what Carl’s into. Oh, and our sweet Beth adored choose-you-own-adventures, so the kids will really enjoy those, if you find any.”
Fuck. He winced when she mentioned her name. That poor fucking girl. Losing her had been like losing Sophia all over again, but somehow worse because that time, it was undeniably his fau—
“—I can feel where your mind has gone, and as your wife would ask you to not think those things about yourself,” she told him firmly.
And after pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek and reminding him that she loved him, she resumed telling him more about the list.
“Tara could use one or two or several books on tape. She enjoys real histories, but reading is off limits until her concussion is healed more, so she was lamenting the other day. She’s bored to tears and going stir crazy.”
“I would be, too. Must suck.”
“There’s C.S. Lewis for Father Gabriel, ‘The Art of Peace’ for Morgan so he can have a backup copy. Carol and Rick enjoy Agatha Christie, Rick prefers her Poirot series. And Rosita has been very down, as you know, but she once mentioned a joke Fluffy told, so if the DVD section had any of Gabriel Iglesias’ stand-up specials, I was going to take them.”
Was Y/N gonna say what she wanted, though?
“And um,” She giggled and shook her head. “I was more of going to tease Eugene by taking him home an entire encyclopedia. Oh, and I just found out that Michonne is a fan of cozy mysteries, too! I thought she’d be more the Stephen King variety, but no.”
Okay, finally something Y/N was into: cozy mysteries. Cozy mysteries...um...“What are cozy mysteries?”
“They’re in the mystery section—”
“—Stop,” he snorted.
“In the mystery section, but you’ll know them by their absolutely fabulous titles. They’re all puns!”
Puns. Okay. Um… “W-what kind of puns?”
“I’ve read a lobster shack themed one with the title ‘Drawn and Buttered,’ and Scotland themed one called ‘Under Loch and Key,’ so on so forth.”
Huh. Interesting. He’d bring back some if he could find them, he guessed. Sounds kinda cute.
“Tell me about what you want.”
Believe it or not, she’d somehow managed to toss her hair while laying there, then angled herself to look at his face.
“I was, handsome.” She winked. “Though...”
You
You feel bad for relaying your list of things to Daryl as if he were a servant or as if you were a woman who thoughtlessly ordered her man about.
Maybe it’s your pride speaking, but having him search around for your favorite book(s) is a little too much for you to accept when you’re still so disappointed that you can’t go yourself.
You’re used to being very physically strong, so this stage of exhaustion is a change you’d prefer to ease into, rather than dive into. And you hypothesize that your beloved Jane Eyre would say the same.
“C’mon, let me bring you back at least one book. Just one, gorgeous?”
...You suppose you can mention your genre of choice, at least, especially when he’s asking so earnestly.
“If you bring me back a nice, clean historical romance, I won’t object. Please steer clear of the harlequin section, darling.”
“Done,” he’s quick to announce. Until he sounds confused as he repeats, “Harlequin?”
“The bodice rippers,” you clarify.
“Bodice-rippers.”
You smile, and twist your body so it’s once again flush to his, lay his hand on the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, then arch your back and stick our your chest to make a pose.
“The books covers look somewhat like this, only the woman would have a gown or nightdress on rather than be completely in the nude.” With a light peck to his jaw, you simply must mention next, “And the man on the cover won’t look nearly as delicious as you.”
Which is of course why you next hear “Daryl! Y/N!” called from the main floor.
Him
“We’re coming, Abe! Allow us a moment,” Y/N shouted back.
“Golly, don’t tell us exactly what you two are up to!” was the undeniable voice of Carol that echoed next through the house, as did a very loud blast of laughter from Abraham. What are they, thirteen?
At least his wife thought it was funny. She’d even clapped.
“We were discussing literature, you! Keep your minds out of the gutter!” Y/N cracked up as she called back.
So, he groaned and got himself off the bed, threw his clothes back on quickly, and helped her get hers on. She’d almost fallen back asleep when he was looking for her socks.
Denise said how tired she felt was normal, though, as was the...other thing she was experiencing.
He thought it was gonna be cravings and throwing up like women had on like TV and shit, but nah, just sore boobs and being sleepy in the beginning, and now real sleepy and real horny were how it was going for Y/N.
It was good she was gonna stay home today. He was getting more and more uncomfortable with the thought of her going outside the walls too far with or without him. After what happened to Noah on that supply run, he just...
But he didn’t want to seem controlling or over-protective, so he tried not to protest too much. And she was just so damned excited about the library run, how could he tell her he didn’t like her wanting to haul boxes of books around?
Well, he thanked whoever was up there that she was too tired today.
Plus, now he got to surprise her!
Because fuck yeah, he knew exactly what book he was gonna bring her. It didn’t hit him at first, but he knew the perfect one.
Like, obviously he was gonna grab all the books and stuff on that list, but first thing he was gonna find was that one.
He’d read it in high school. Loved it. Reread it. Reread it again.
Got a good-ass grade on a report about it, too. Did it again the following year, wrote a whole new report and got a good-ass grade on that as well!
He didn’t even realize it was considered a chick book until some asshole made fun of him for it.
Well, fuck that guy, ’cause that book was the shit. And it was an autobiography, the idiot.
And just because it was kinda romantic and the main character was a girl didn’t make it ‘just’ a chick book.
Nah: it was about a kid who wasn’t really loved or treated well, who grows up and tries to stay decent but doesn’t really know what she wants to do, only what’s been kinda laid out for her.
She’s got big balls, a backbone, and the story ends up being a mystery wrapped in a drama and all of it ties together because she makes peace with her family and discovers a new one, then makes one of her own!
Who wouldn’t like that shit?
And, okay, this is dumb, but it was also really funny how the writer used the word ‘ejaculated’ in like every damn chapter. Not one time did that word mean what that word usually means, either.
The first time he saw the word just chilling there in an otherwise normal book, he almost snarfed up the beer he’d snuck into school he was laughing so hard.
Anyway, it was called “Jane Eyre: An Autobiography” and it was fucking amazing. And because it’s set like way back when and there’s a love story without tits in it, that’s fits the criteria of a clean historical romance, right?
Y/N was gonna love it so damn much. He almost asked her if she’d read it already, but decided he’d make it a surprise. There was some fancy wrapping paper he’d seen in Eric and Aaron’s garage, so he was gonna wrap it up all nice, too.
Such a fucking good book.
You
Maggie was a doll and made you a cup of your favorite wild mint tea while you were in the midst of sniffling on the couch about the supply runners having left.
That poor, sweet boy Sam came over shortly thereafter, and you were going to play Mario Party with him like you’d promised, but ended up falling asleep again. You awoke on the couch to find Sam sitting by you, albeit on the floor, between the recliner and the wall, reading The Phantom Tollbooth.
“I read that one when I was your age! Please lend it to me when you’re finished, I’d adore to take that adventure again!” you gushed.
He’s coming out of his shell more and more, but it’s very slow-going. You suppose that with a father like his, it was only natural, even if the man was dead now.
But today, Sam was comfortable enough to smile and start to tell you about his favorite parts of the book, which was excellent.
What’s also excellent is that you falling asleep while he was there seemed to have encouraged Carol to make cookies for him. It was plain to see that she was trying to keep the boy at arm’s length.
She’s terrified of becoming attached to another child for whom she condemns herself inadequate to care for. Her wounds run deep, especially in terms of Sam; she sees parts of herself in his mother.
So, that she gave in and baked for him and didn’t immediately kick him out once you’d accidentally taken a nap was a good sign.
The cookies were fabulous, by the way, and with the mint tea, it made the chocolate (chocolate!) rations taste that much better.
After that, you went on wall duty so you’d be somewhat productive today.
Your official job assigned by Deanna was as a recruiter of sorts; ease newcomers into life here, and go with Aaron, Eric or Daryl when pertinent to talk to survivors.
Only thing was, you hadn’t gotten any new survivors yet, so wall duty and supply running and some babysitting was what filled your days.
But it is nice that yours and your husband’s jobs are connected. He recruits, you welcome.
“Say, sheriff, what time is it?” you called down when you saw Rick taking Judith for a walk.
He looked at his watch. “They’ll be back in about two hours, Y/N,” he let you know you with a smile.
The thought of waiting two more hours got you weepy again.
Although, maybe you could manage to squeeze in another nap after your shift was over.
Him
The place had like 7 copies of that book! Would it be a dick move to take all of them?
Fine, it would. Okay, he’d just take...four—no, three. He shouldn’t be greedy.
That new-looking one was a no-brainer, so that one was coming. Aw shit, and that one had a creepy cover. That one was his, he called dibs. And...shit, look at the really old one. Book people like old copies, don’t they? Aw shit, it’s got pictures in it, too? Damn, these are good-ass drawings.
This is the one. It’s perfect.
Once those were tucked away safely, Glenn helped him find all the other things on her list.
Meanwhile, the rest of the supply runners browsed for stuff like zip ties, tape, and toilet paper, and were getting very distracted by all the books and magazines. And since there weren’t that many walkers in there, it was a good time.
He even remembered the title of the other book he’d ever really liked. It was another he’d read in school, called ‘The Giver.’ He liked that one because the kid mans up big-time and saves the baby’s life. Carl would probably like it, so he packed that up, too.
Then, Glenn popped up from the books-on-tape and DVD section and held out what might have well been a gold bar. Turns out, the British made a whole damn TV series about Jane Eyre six-ish years ago, and this library had the box set.
“My baby sister loved this one. She was in the stage version of it in high school,” Glenn shared with him quietly. “It’ll be nice to watch it again, and Mags will enjoy it.” He coughed a little. What was that smirk for? “That is, if it won’t be intruding on you and Y/N’s private time.”
“Shut up.”
You
...zzz…zzz…zzz...zzz...
Him
It was fine, he could wait until morning. Unless she woke up and wanted a really late supper or something...?
...But Y/N was sleeping like a log.
He slumped his shoulders.
Denise insisted that his wife was fine, checked her blood pressure, all that. He’d been real worried, is all.
Y/N did give him a “Why hello there, Daryl darling” when Denise woke her up to check on her, but she went right back to sleep after, and very happily, by the looks of it.
He knew she needed the rest, but he was also bummed that she was asleep when he got back. Really disappointed, but it ain’t like it was her fault. She had their baby in there, that’s gotta take a lot out of somebody.
He looked at the wrapped present on the nightstand. Eric did him a solid by finding a bow for it.
Then he looked at the copy of Jane Eyre he’d decided to keep as his own, the one with the spooky cover.
And then he felt only moderately like a dick for being excited that he could crack it open and reread it without any interruptions.
Like a kid finding a toy they thought they’d lost, he opened it up, flipped to the first chapter.
Oh yeah, there was the good stuff: “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.”
That’s right, no long walk for you today, Jane, you get a break. Don’t worry, kid, I remember: you don’t like long, chilly walks ’cause it makes your toes too cold. I don’t like cold toes, neither, that shit ain’t no fun. Just sucks that your dickhead cousin is about to fuck shit up. It’ll be okay, you’ll get out of there.
Okay, kid, let’s see if we can’t get you out of Gateshead by the time I need to hit the sack...
You
When you woke up at 2:32 a.m. and needed to use the facilities like nothing else, you only knew that your husband was asleep in his clothes beside you on the bed, and that he’d apparently borrowed your booklight.
This didn’t phase you, and you went about using the toilet, washing your hands and face, brushing your teeth, and primping your hair as you normally would before bed.
What you learned after you came back was that he’d fallen asleep reading (and had rolled onto the paperback slightly).
That hadn’t happened yet in all five months you’d shared a bed and all of the two years give or take that you’d known him. It was also quite alluring to you, to say the least, and you felt delighted to have found one more thing to love about him as you grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand and took a few gulps.
But what made your panties liable to fall off right then and there was that he’d fallen asleep while reading your favorite book.
Jane Eyre!
Still floored and frozen in place when his groggy “Hey” reaches your ears, you blink out of it, remember to swallow the gulp of water that you’d forgotten about in your shock, and smile back at him.
“Good evening, Daryl,” you are able to respond, returning your glass to the nightstand and crawling back onto the bed.
He’s got an arm around your waist in seconds and has his lips on yours right after. “How you feelin’, gorgeous?”
You make the executive decision to crawl onto his lap and straddle his hips rather than crawl to your side of the bed.
“I’m feeling fabulous.”
“You hungry? I can go grab food, there’s leftover—”
“—Stay here with me, sweet man.”
“Done.” It was dark, but you could see a lazy, shy grin light up his face nonetheless. “I, um, brought ya back somethin’.”
But before he could say or do anything else, you have to kiss him again. And a second time. Might as well do a third for good measure. And by the third, you realize: he brought you ‘back’ something, not brought you ‘up’ something.
As in, he alluded to having brought something home, not to him having brought a snack upstairs earlier, as you initially thought he’d meant.
“You brought me back something from the supply run, you mean? Other than yourself alive and well?” you coo, nuzzling his neck, content to simply feel his heart beating against yours.
That explains that copy of Jane Eyre. How on earth he knew that was your favorite, you cannot fathom. Unless Carol remembered and told him at some point?
He must have been trying to read it before giving it to you so he’d be able to talk about it.
Your kisses get more frantic.
“Babe, hold up, let me grab the damn thing,” he giggles as you kiss that ticklish spot by his ear.
“It’s right here, handsome,” you let him know, intending to lean back and grab the book for him. That is, until he presents to you a lovely little wrapped gift with a bow on it.
What on earth?
Him
The surprised look on her face was reward enough, and she hadn’t even unwrapped it yet!
She looked almost bashful (Y/N, bashful! That in itself was something!) as she unseated herself from his lap and settled down beside him, taking the package and turning it over in her hands.
“I sense a book in here, I’m already thrilled,” she told him, and looked back into his eyes with that same surprised, almost kinda confused expression.
Finally, she began to unwrap it, so he was finally able to start telling her all about it.
“It’s this really old copy of this book. The story is damn good, I’m tellin’ ya. I even, um...” he trailed off. Shit.
All she was doing was staring at it. Hadn’t even unwrapped it fully.
Why was she just staring at it? Oh shit, and she’s crying. Shit, man. He knew she was hormonal and stuff, but shit, um, okay, what could he do to fix this? What did he do to cause it, though? He was such a fuck up—WHOA, never mind, now her lips were on his.
Kissing her was one of his favorite things, sure, but now he was the kinda confused one. She was crying while she was kissing him.
Over a book?
“Gorgeous, hey. Tell me what’s wrong,” he murmured into her ear when she stopped for air.
In response, she looked at him as if he’d just spoken gibberish.
“Wrong? Abs—absolutely nothing is wrong, you sweet, silly man!” She sniffed again and wiped her eyes before hugging the book to herself. She started kissing him again, too.
He was trying to gather the wherewithal to pull away and ask her again what was going on, buuuut he didn’t want to, not when kissing her was one of the best damn things.
Lucky for him, she ended up pulling back.
“Darling?” She broke out into that gorgeous smile and rested her forehead on his. “I had this exact edition. My, my mother bought it for me as a college graduation present,” she explained, slightly out of breath as she sat back up. “These are happy tears, don’t worry. Though, maybe a few unhappy tears because I miss her and dad but, oh my goodness, I’m so... I feel like I’ve got a piece of her back!”
For all that she just spilled, the best he could do was blink and ask “This same one?”
“The Collins Clear Press, E. Stuart Hardy Illustrated Edition. Oh, Daryl, I am feeling so many things right now!” She hugged it to herself again and sighed. “I had every work of the Brönte sisters, but no less than five copies of Jane Eyre. It’s my all time favorite.”
Okay. Okay, he felt better. So much damn better, shit.
But just to make sure, he had to check, “You like it?”
Yet another kiss was her first answer, followed by “Darling, I adore it.”
She then swallowed and pushed her hair behind her ears. Exhaled heavily, then drew herself onto her knees and—oh, okay, lovin’ this—straddled him again.
“Now, if you’re up for it, handsome, I would like to make very slow, long, drawn-out love to you?”
He made an unintentional groan by way of response, his jeans were getting tight. Oh right, he forgot to put bed stuff on. Pajamas, whatever you call them.
To which Y/N bit her lip and laughed softly. Tossed her hair the way she knew he loved so damn much. “But before I relieve us of our clothing, first I would like to know the mystery behind this.”
She leaned back to grab something…
Oh, his book. She’d grabbed his copy of—aw shit, had he fallen asleep on it? The pages got all bent.
Damn.
You
“If I have this copy, what is this one?”
“That one’s mine,” he tells you shyly. Or maybe he wasn’t speaking shyly as much as he’s getting out of breath because you’re lightly grinding your pelvis over his.
“You have your own copy, Daryl.” Not a question, more of a declaration, but you’re just proud you managed not to moan as you said it. Cool down, mama, let the man talk, you remind yourself.
“Just got it today. I took,” He cracked up and bowed his head as if embarrassed. “I took three of them. The old one was for you, there was a new one that I figured could go in your library, and that one I wanted to keep for me, I dunno.”
Perhaps you’re panting a little right now...“Oh, I think you do know,” you whisper back, endeavoring to slow yourself down. “Now, please tell me how on earth you came to want a copy of your own?”
He makes a shy little shrug. “It’s a good story. The book, I mean. I just, um, read it a bunch of times back in high school—mm, fuck!” he lets out an appreciative groan after you can’t help but buck your hips.
Ah, it's about time his hands found their way under your shirt.
“But, um, yeah, I just really liked it. ’Specially for an autobiography, those are usually so damn borin’—h-hot damn, Y/N,” he chokes out. Okay, you may have done that one on purpose...
You help him take your shirt off. “Everything that is coming out of your mouth, darling, is making me so hot.”
“I h-had a hunch,” he murmurs back with what’s almost a self-satisfied chuckle.
“May I finish removing your clothes, Mr. Dixon?
“Yes, ma’am.”
You’ll tell him that the book is entirely fictional and not really an autobiography later, because right now, you need to press your lips to his along with everywhere else that you can on his body.
Him
Judith was up real early today, he heard her squealing. She was almost walking on her own now, ain’t that wild?
Call him soft if you want, but he was so damn excited that another one was gonna be running around with her soon enough. His own kid, too, how insane was that? And maybe Glenn and Maggie would finally have one, too...
Hot damn, was he feeling soft this morning.
Kinda hard not to be. Y/N was still fast asleep with one thigh wrapped around his middle—oh, he’d just made a pun, didn’t he? Hard-not-to-be-soft. Wait, was that a pun or something else?
Y/n would know, is she awake yet? He looked away from the pages to check on her.
Nah, she’s still asleep. And shit, man, she was damn gorgeous whatever she was doing, just look at her.
Anyway, while his wife was still recharging and while neither of them had to get up just yet, he had gotten Jane all the way through her boarding school years and she’d just met the kid she was nannying.
It’s cool that this copy had footnotes, because he’d forgotten what the stuff the little French girl spoke meant. How do you even pronounce that stuff?
You
As you stretch awake, you have to make a little mmhm in appreciation.
“The first thing I see when I wake up is my husband reading our favorite book. Today’s going to be a very good day, I can tell.” You’re still exhausted today, but that’s alright.
The corners of his mouth prick up and his cheeks redden. “The first thing I got to see was you naked, so it’s already a real good one.”
Oh, how fabulous! He isn’t usually as forward as that, even in private. You’d say he even sounded proud of himself, which is in itself a triumph.
And after last night, oh, he has every right to be proud.
You reach behind you to grab your water glass from the nightstand and take a long, refreshing sip, then hop out of bed and saunter your way to the bathroom. Slowly.
When you turn your head back, you’re pleased to see him staring and adjusting his legs to hide the excitement you just caused.
After freshening up and using the toilet, you slip on some clean undies and pajamas, then pick up the copy he’d given you and clutch it to your chest before snuggling back into bed with him.
“So, how far did we get this morning?”
“Jane just asked Mrs. Thornfield-lady is there are any ghost stories about the mansion they live in.”
“Getting to the juicy parts.”
“Hell yeah.”
“Are you meant to head out again today for your official job?”
After a signature grumble, he closes the book and pulls you to him closer. “Can I bring this with me?”
“I won’t snitch that you’re reading while you’re out there.”
“I meant you, Y/N.” He pauses. “But I should take the book, too, s’good idea,” he grunts, almost as if to himself.
You lightly kiss his cheek. “Let’s get up, sweet man. All three of us need breakfast, and you, as much as I hate to say it, need to put on,” You roll your eyes and sigh in mock-disgust. “Clothes.”
Him
Not that he was good at it, but he was doing his best to try and flirt with her. She deserved all that romantic stuff. Part of him was just still in shock that she was into him at all.
“You sure you want me to put clothes on?” he teased under his breath. That was flirting, right?
He nervously glanced over and saw that she seemed to enjoy it. “I certainly do not. But I have something in mind for later. Would you like to hear what it is?”
Try to sound manly for her and shit.
“Y-yeah.”
Way to go.
“As soon as we’re both home, I would like to bring you back here...” Her fingers were trailing down his chest...then down his stomach…
...to where his book lay in his hands, upon which she tossed her hair and asked in the cutest damn way possible: “Then we can read for a few hours?”
He didn’t expect her to go in that direction, and he was so damn in love with that woman at that moment he thought he’d fucking burst.
“That sounds perfect, gorgeous,” he chuckled. “It’s a damn good book.”
She bit her lip and and giggled, taking one of his hands into hers and kissing it. "Especially for an ‘autobiography.’”
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Questions & Answers
Hi hi, finally some time to write this! Due to recent events I've been getting some questions from various people and I also have some questions for you guys so I'll try to do this in 1 post 😸
My answers:
Are you really not planning to write fics anymore?
That's the plan *nodnod*, but you know me. There's always a 'but' and a clown mask ready in my storage to put on if I happen to go against my own words. But the intention is to stop posting fics here, I'm too tired of it now lol. I might post a fic or two on AO3 once in a while, maybe write a collab with Mia if I feel like it. It's just... how do I say it.. my motivation to write more fics basically got washed down the drain together with blog #1. Let us see for how long that motivation swims in the sewers...
Can you reupload [fic name]?
If it's on my AO3, I won't. If it's not, hmm.... I probably also won't. But! It depends on the fic. Always feel free to ask, but please don't get angry when I say no! ^^ For now I have an exception: commissions. More about this down below in my question to you guys.
Why won't you try to get your old blog back?
It would require filing an objection against the copyright claims against me with all the legal risks, submitting my personal info from home address to name, and consenting to USA legal law stuffs bluhblahblah... :") For me too much of a hassle. I don't think my blog is worth it. Even if I don't know the exact details, I'm sure they're not wrong. Whether it's fair or not, most fandom stuff has copyright issues in the end, so I can't protest against the claims with 100% certainty it won't get me in real trouble. More info about this soon in another post!
My questions:
👇 only for those interested, feel free to comment, send ask or DM if you have can help :)
Do you have reblogs of my old posts?
To everyone who has some posts left on their blog that were mine, whether it's a headcanon, fic (still accessible one, so not a broken 'keep reading'- link), manga or anime scene, ask game, gif set or translation, if it's not too much trouble could you maybe comment on that post and @ me? Or... send me a link or smth in DM? Doesn't need to be every single trivial post. Maybe just the ones you liked most, or something... idk. I just might want to re-share a couple of posts here and it's so hard finding reblogs of my anonface-blog through search functions and stuff. Any help will be greatly appreciated!
P.S. I also found a lot of old posts, or posts that I liked (such as tickle art etc.) in the archives of @ticklygiggles, @ticklishdreams, @infrequent-creator - I hope you guys won't mind me making use of this (also thank you for the awesome support through the years afihs;ogojjoihgjn)!
Did you have a commission that was on my blog and do you prefer if this is reposted or not?
Some people 'bought' fics back when I had a shady kofi shop running and those fics were posted both on my AO3 and Tumblr (+ were sent in PDF format if requested). No matter how much you paid for the fic, part of the deal was that it would be posted on Tumblr so if by any chance you lost a commissioned fic and wish for me to repost this here on the new blog, please let me know...:3
Anything else? 👀
Well... With the loss of my account there were more things that went lost than just my fics, such as asks that were still in my inbox, DMs, personal stories and more. I did not back up anything and have zero overview and my memory is shit. If I am forgetting something, if you once sent me something and it's now gone (and you still have it), or if there's anything else I am missing smh, please let me know.
However please note that I am not planning to turn this blog into a copy of my previous one. If you submitted a fic to my old blog, I won't repost it here sadly (I hope you saved it). But if you posted an irl tickle story (I'll still accept these), a headcanon for your fav character or pairing or something else, I'll gladly accept it even if it's a copy of what you once sent to my old blog! With that said, I'll go back to finishing that second-to-last tickletober fic of mine... after I eat dinner. muhahah.
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Hey there guys! Wanted to do an update since I haven’t officially done that in quite a while. It’s nothing totally new but I do want to bring you all into the loop below!
Health
I had big plans for this year! Including my shop, commissions etc. My plan was to celebrate my birthday and during the summer, take a small hiatus and continue forward with my project and unveil it all by the end of the year!
Unfortunately, I hit a giant road block when my neck injury from January of 2021 returned with a vengeance this past August. That really felt like it threw a wrench into plan and feel as though I’ve been stumbling since. It started out when raising my arm after pulling something and had the same dullness as before, until one day unfortunately I sat up in the wrong direction and the pain shot throughout my body and left me virtually immobile because it hurt so bad. I was alone at the time and had to use different things near me to prop myself up again because I could just not use my neck or left shoulder without a lot of pain.
This lasted on and off for a few weeks until September and even the month of September was all a blur and October was hectic and we had DQB2ber which was nice! And here we are. Occasionally, I still have to be careful how I move my neck.
I expected this to take time for me to heal physically but what I didn’t expect was the mental toll it would take. I should have known but it still took me by surprise? I felt bad because I couldn’t get the things I wanted to done. And because I was gone for a while not making anything, a few of the passerbys or folks who used to support me kind of dropped off the face of the earth. And on top of that, even after I started to heal, I started to self doubt myself so much if what I do even makes a difference? I still enjoy and love to draw so much! I love it so much and I love to share it and read everyones responses. But if i get sick again, does that mean i just get forgotten? I still don’t know how to answer that. But I’m working on the mental aspect of my healing journey right now. I’m working on keeping myself content in what I do because i enjoy it, not to appease anyone else. But because this is who I am and this is my joy. So I’m slowly getting the hang of it again.
Shop
Because of my physical and mental health, keeping the shop open to make orders and sell was out of the question entirely. I had it open during the summer but right after the neck injury, I temporarily “closed” it for maintenance. (Sucks that they still charge you for your shop even if its under maintenance, thats $40 down the hole because I kept forgetting to end the payment plan, oops ;;;)
Even now, the link won’t work if you want to reach my shop. I was hoping to at least get it back up and running for Black Friday sales but I can’t see that happening where I’m still trying to upkeep basic internet presence :,) Regardless! I still plan to sell later on and make more stuff! That won’t change! For now, the new plan is to hopefully do some irl maintenance, clean up my devices storage and irl storage in order to open back up soon!
The current plan is to open up shop again during January! There will be the same stock as before on sale. Afterwards, I plan to make new merch & expand on other series to include in the shop! :) Diversify stock and have lots of new goodies. Wish me luck!
Projects
I’m still going to try and work on the project I had planned for this year. I won’t reveal what it is but I’m still very excited about it. ^-^
Other small projects include upkeeping my ko-fi page! Each time I use it, I discover something new and exciting so I want to continue focusing on my kofi page since there’s so much I can do that I didn’t realize before. So please look forward to that! ♡
Wishlist
I’ve been working up the courage to do so. This summer, I also opened up a Throne wishlist! Some kind friends helped me set that up very quickly and was able to put some necessities and goodies I’ve been wanting for a while right away. But, I had felt guilty for wanting to ask for them. 😅 But thats the whole point right? Asking for something is okay. A wishlist is for letting someone else know what to give you if you could give them a gift right?
So I’m finally worked up the courage to share my throne wishlist!!! :)
I’ll do so during black friday sales so if anyone does want to gift, it will hopefully not be as expensive! <3Its not an obligation to gift but I would just be really appreciative anyway ^-^
Afterword
Anyway, it’s the season for being thankful. So, I want extend my thanks to anyone and everyone who has still stuck around for my absence, who is always there to react and support my work, who always had a kind word to share with me and have patience with me. I’ve learned a lot about myself too and have tried to better understand and thus afford some of that patience for myself too. Sometimes we can be our own hardest critics and thats not fair right? I just want to again say thanks to everyone. And thank you all for taking the time to read this. Thank you all :)
Lots of love,
-Cuzca!!
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#cuzca update#topics include:#health#shop#projects#wishlist#thank you to anyone who takes the time to read#and thank you as always for your support :)#♡
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ok listen. not to be an old man shaking my cane on my porch going, "kids these days" but the whole people inserting fics into AIs really is the final nail in a big line of symptoms that points to a problematic mentality in fandom these days--i dont particularly like using the word problematic considering how the internet has poisoned its meaning, but that's exactly what it is in this case
people, particularly the newer generations that are now growing up in modern day fandom, are so used to a content-centric internet regulated by fast-paced capitalism and viewer algorithms that they really forget that the roots of fandom itself is based on community. its obvious by the way they'd much rather have a fic finished by any sort of means, even unethical means instead of, yknow, actually engaging with the fans who all write purely out of passion or even creating for themselves.
and thats really the core of the matter i think. people dont want to engage anymore, and we're now seeing the bigger consequences of that.
ive seen that in that--when talking to my younger peers--there's an alarming uptick of people who dont read WIPs anymore, and prefer to filter them out so they can only look at completed stories.
i see it in the way that people are reblogging and commenting less and less, and prefer to stick to giving likes and kudos which, while appreciated, only gives the barest of feedbacks to the actual person behind the work itself.
i see this in the death of forums and independent spaces for community to talk to each other on the internet (save for a few exceptions like maybe reddit or discord or tumblr)
and i see it in the way that people are treating fandom artists of any kind like influencers, and their art like content when theyre really not and its really, really not.
fandom creators are not influencers. they can't be because theyre not getting paid for uploading any type of fanwork. because of the murky legality of it, almost all of it has to be entirely a labor of love, hence the reason why A03 doesn't allow you to upload commissioned fanworks or link to donation sites like patreon or kofi, and also why places like society6 and redbubble are very iffy on you selling self-made merch of any official series. thats a way to get sued by major corporations really fast.
which means that any type of fanwork uploaded does not work like a book series or a complete television series that you consume on netflix. it logtiscally cant be, because its all done on the artist's own time, and in the cases of physical materials like posters, stickers or zines, with their own money. so that means that a lot of the stuff you see uploaded is going to be uploaded piece by piece, at its own pace.
thats the whole reason fanworks need engagement. anything made ever out of love is a marathon race fueled by schedule availability, money and creative willpower, and very few people can make it far on their own. but if you have a whole bunch of people commenting on each others works, sending messages, theories, creating fan-made events like "[x ship] week" or even making fanworks of the fanworks, that is a big motivation to keep creating. its easy for fan content even, because other people are already familiar with the original work, so you're not creating something from scratch
the whole reason we post WIPs (aside from passion and a general sense of "hey look at this idea! isn't it cool?") is to get feedback that we can feed into the cycle of creation, but if that integral part of the cycle is empty, then creating will only last as long as our own interest does, or we'll move on to places or fandom where more people are engaging. and it takes a lot to really snuff that need for creation we all have, but it can come to that point for a discouraged creator
if you're frustrated by an unfinished project, dont steal their works plain and simple. and yes, if you're inserting a fic directly into AI, you're basically stealing it and then giving it away to major corporations for nothing. but you dont have to turn into that artist's personal cheerleader either (altho if you did we wouldnt mind) even just commenting is enough
ask your friends to comment. share the fic with a server. write about a line that stuck with you, write theories about things you think will happen in the next chapters, write about how you like how they did [x] with a character's reaction instead of [y]. heck, if you're able to, make a fanfic of a scene you like! some fanart! a comic even! no matter how old a work, people will always be happy to see people taking the time to engage with their work in a more meaningful way than a heart button, and it doesn't take much to stoke a passion that people already had for the original material.
i promise you, whatever is made with human hands will be infinitely better than whatever was stolen with some crummy AI.
#tp#long post //#goddamn this got long. woops#theres also the fact that inserting fanworks into an AI is tempting fate and making it that much riskier--legally--for fan creators#but thats a topic for another post#blogger comments#machine generation (ai)
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I revamped my Kofi page. I'm wary of the site because of Duchess Celestia's conflict with it that she posted about in a video (I'll probably leave a link to it soon) so I will keep that HEAVILY in mind as I use it. I'll probably make routine checks to make sure my payment systems are set up in order.
She's one of my favorite creators and I often listen to her videos while I'm working. She's usually very reasonable and fair in what she has to say, and does a lot of research on her topics, so I am willing to consider her credible.
Truth is, I actually made it over a year ago and intended for it to be my main portfolio space, as I liked the simplicity, the blog and gallery features, and the fact that you can do both one time donations and subscriptions. But silly me, I just completely forgot it existed! (That's what y'all get for not making an app for it!🤪) Then when I saw her video, I decided to move away from it altogether. I went crawling back for several reasons:
1. In case, for some reason, anyone can't seem to see my tumblr, since the site makes you log in at some point, they can still see things on my Kofi. A back up, if you will. As an extension, people who donate don't need an account, which is also helpful.
2. One time donations are a thing, and I can post short side stories relating to my webcomics for sale, too. I also plan to set up things like wallpapers for anyone who is into that sort of thing.
3. You don't have to resize pictures to post them on Kofi, which was one of the upsetting things for me on tumblr. You can also organize the galleries just like I did here. But again, Kofi is a back up.
4. And lastly, if I ever start taking commissions, the feature for it on Kofi is bound to be convenient.
So I have another place to consolidate my work that is filled with beneficial features that I really do like. It sucks that Kofi apparently does nothing if your account gets hacked and your funds are stolen, so I will have to be hyper vigilant about that when the time comes. The main area for my shenanigans will remain here, though(mostly my blog and my sketch dump). Tumblr is just so customizable and convenient and I cannot help being an app girl! I LOVE the convenience of having an app on hand! It's too good to pass up! I can just drop in here and ramble whenever I want! And Kofi is linked on my super smooth and well organized front page that I'm so dearly proud of, so I won't forget it again!
With this, it feels like all my ducks are in a row.😌
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Keiko Kuromiya, Chapter 1: A Whole New World... Erm, I Mean Country
alright so i keep forgetting and not having the time to update the kingdoms character introduction post so here's a treat from me to you (seriously someone remind me to update it again). first chapter of keiko kuromiya on tumblr! i still prefer to post on ao3 and wattpad so here's the links to the ao3 and wattpad versions if your like me.
ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41188155/chapters/103253859 wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1261336955-keiko-kuromiya-the-cut-faced-woman-chapter-1-a
keiko kuromiya was also originally meant to be a story that's free for all to read everywhere! But if you enjoy reading and want to throw some money at me for your appreciation then please head to these links below!
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MewClawfur
Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/mewmewkitten
redbubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/MewMewKitten/shop?asc=u
without further ado, let's get into it!
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March 20th, 2022, 12:19 AM
Well, from the bad news I learned today at least I got a new diary, which I’ve been needing for a month. I suppose you and I should get acquainted, new diary. I’m Keiko Kuromiya, how are you? Yes, I know treating my diary like a sentient being seems a little weird, but I’ve made a name for myself for being weird. Maybe this diary will end up somewhere when I’m older, those readers should at least know my name. I’ll get into the bad part of today now, it’ll probably be the most interesting thing to happen for THIS, diary #37. And yes, I’ve had 36 previous diaries. Oh, one last thing. I also name my diaries. How about… Tanya for you, #37? Good? Perfect!
It all started during spring break. I was hyped because who doesn’t love a break? I started planning outfits and stuff while talking to my friends but then my parents dropped the bomb on me just earlier today.
We’re moving to Japan the 25th.
Despite the sound of my name and my physical appearance (which is very east asian looking, except for the fact I have freckles from my mom), I’m Japanese-Irish. Papa grew up in Japan and was there all his life until college. He went abroad to study, where he met my mom. All of a sudden, his priorities changed. My Japanese grandparents weren’t happy for him wanting to leave, but he refused to stay. It would be easier for him to move to America where he already knew the language and was already familiar with everything there, compared to my mom, who would have to start learning and becoming familiar. To appease them, he did promise that someday we would move back to Japan.
Originally the plan was to move when I was eleven, but we kept pushing it off for another year, then saying to let me finish middle school first. Would there ever really be a good time though? I knew it had to happen eventually, my paternal grandparents were too stubborn to ever let it go.
So earlier today we were sitting around the dinner table at home, the very small and brown one. We were eating miso ramen, which Papa grew up eating. Some of the ingredients we can’t find around here though, not even at any of the asian supermarkets which annoys him to no end.
I’m just sitting there, enjoying my ramen, when my mom starts to ask me a question.
“Keiko, you know how your grandparents always wanted us to move to Japan?”
“Oh no, is that happening soon?” I shrank in my seat.
“Yes. We debated whether to tell you in advance or closer to the moving day. We couldn’t decide in the end so unfortunately we could only tell you now. I’m sorry Keiko.” Papa apologized, bowing in his seat.
“Couldn’t we have waited until I was older?” I protested.
“We’re sorry, but we already bought a house and everything, it’s too late to back out now.” Mom apologized again.
I was already close to tears, so I went to my room. I was sobbing for hours and hours. I stayed in bed for a good couple of hours, overthinking everything, which is what I do every day of my life, so that’s not very unusual.
I’m kind of annoyed they waited THIS long. Not just kind of, extremely, EXTREMELY annoyed. No, not annoyed, upset and angry. I knew this was happened at some point, but why do I have to find out this on my spring break, and it’s happening in four days? I think it might’ve been fun to buy a house with them if they just told me earlier!
I did suspect this though, because I was looking at a few colleges just for fun (listen, you can never be too prepared for college) and they were quiet and kept staring back at each other.
Anyway, at like, 9 PM my mom knocked at the door.
“Keiko, are you awake?” She whispered.
“Yes.” I sat up in my bed, revealing myself from the covers.
“Your father and I were talking. What if during holidays your friends can fly out to Japan or we can go visit them. I know that doesn’t fix us moving but I know how important it is you keep seeing them and everything.” Mom said.
“Please, I want to keep seeing them in Japan.”
“Alright. We’re leaving the 25th. Maybe we can have one last big hurrah before then?”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll tell them tomorrow.”
“Oh, and one more thing. We finally got you a new diary! Sorry it took so long. Okay, goodnight Keiko.” Mom handed me my new diary before closing the door. In darkness I come make out a black composition notebook.
Obviously, I wrote in my diary first before actually going to sleep. Which I guess I’ll be doing right now. Goodnight.
March 21th, 2022, 5:29 PM
Four Days Until The Move
Time is limited so I will be updating this diary after dinner, which I just finished. Today I had to break the news to my freinds. I also recorded the entire text chat. In the future my diaries may be fine literature and I’d like to look back at them if anything does happen to them. But also sometimes I can write conversations into my diary while bored and trying to think of something to write about.
Me
Guys I have important news I learned last night
10:48 AM
Clay 😠
How are you awake so early
Anyway what’s up that doesn’t sound good
10:48 AM
Me
You guys know how I’ve talked about how I’ll probably move to Japan someday
We’re moving there on the 25th
10:49 AM
Clay 😠
WHAT
YOU DIDN’T THINK TO TELL US
10:49 AM
Me
IF IT WAS UP TO ME I WOULD’VE KNOWN WAY EARLIER
MY PARENTS TOOK TOO LONG TO DECIDE ON IF THEY SHOULD’VE TOLD ME WAY IN ADVANCE OR CLOSER TO THE MOVING DAY BUT THEY DEBATED FOR SO LONG THEY ONLY THOUGHT TO TELL ME LAST NIGHT
10:51 AM
Lukey Boy
Your parents are a little stupid tbh
10:51 AM
Anneville
THEY WHAT?
Am I legally allowed to throw hands
10:52 AM
Me
No.
So like are you guys free between now and the 25th?
Would you guys also wanna like come to the airport and see me one last time before I go to Japan.
10:53 AM
CLEAR SHEPARD
I just woke up what the heck I didn’t wanna be hit with you moving away
10:54 AM
Lukey Boy
You should’ve tried not staying awake until 3 in the morning
10:55 AM
CLEAR SHEPARD
Whatever I’m not getting into a fight right now
Anyway Keiko I’m free today maybe we can do something? :D
I don’t care what my parents say though I WILL be there on the 25th. Just tell me what time
10:56 AM
Clay 😠
I’m free the 25th too
10:56 AM
Lukey Boy
Me too!
10:57 AM
Anneville
Me as well!
I’m gonna be on vacation until that day unfortunately so I won’t see you until the 25th but we’ll make the best of it!
10:58 AM
Me
Okay okay good
Let me ask my parents what time we’re leaving
10:59 AM
Me
Okay so they said the 25th at 5 PM
We’re basically gonna spend the morning going to places I grew up and doing like a last goodbye
We’re getting up at 8 AM to pack and everything
You guys can either come to the airport in the afternoon just for the send off part or join us in the morning too.
The car is getting taken by a friend so we can drive you guys in the morning but after we leave for Japan you’re gonna need a ride sorted out because obviously we won’t be there to drive you back home
This is the schedule mom and dad set up
8:00 - 8:30 Pack away stuff, put in the car
8:30 - 9:30 Eat breakfast at IHOP
9:30 - 10:00 Go to the playground at the elementary school
10:00 - 10:10 Drive past the middle and high school
10:10 - 11:00 Visit my mom’s side of the family
11:05 - 2:00 Drive to the airport
2:00 - 3:00 Bag checks
3:00 - 4:00 Lunch?
4:00 - 5:00 Wait until it’s time
5:00 Time.
11:10 AM
CLEAR SHEPARD
Do you know where you’re moving to?
How long is the flight?
11:11 AM
Me
Somewhere in Hokkaido
The actual flight itself is like 30 hours
We’re doing like 2 layovers
Gonna be a very long flight
I’ll be texting you in between landings
I’m gonna have to get a new phone though so I may need to like write a letter sending you my new number or something
Anyway we’ve been talking about this way too long Clara what should we do
Anyone else that’s free can tag along
11:12 AM
CLEAR SHEPARD
I can! :D!
Let’s hang out at 2
Maybe at the ice cream shop or something
11:13 AM
Clay 😠
I’m bored I’m gonna tag along
11:14 AM
Me
Kk see y’all in a bit!
11:14 AM
And then nothing else exciting happened until we met up.
Oh, Tanya, I haven’t introduced you to the rest of my friends either! Clay is Clayton Van Der Veen, Clear Shepard is Clara Shepard, Lukey boy is Lucas Slater and Anneville is Annika Granville.
Okay moving on. I cannot possibly explain and write all the conversations we had. I think the memories of today is better through the videos and quotes I took. But yeah we had fun getting ice cream and reminiscing the past years of our lives.
Eleven years of friendship and in four days it could fizzle out. Or we could become more bonded than we’ve ever been. I’m terrified, honestly. My friends have a better time staying close with people when they can interact with them. Personally I don’t, but our group has had people come and go.
There was once a girl Clara, Luke, Annika and I knew for a really long time. Her name was Jia Xun. She was one of the other few Asian kids in the school. Screw it, honestly, maybe even in the entire district. We met in 2nd grade. But 2 years ago the summer before we were starting highschool she had to move away. Things went on kind of normally for like six months. We still talked constantly, we’d visit whenever we could. But after that six month honeymoon period slowly everyone else started to distance away from her. We made a new group chat just for the four of us. A group chat of the people that live in town, they said. I still talk to her quite a lot, she doesn’t respond much.
And sometimes I wonder, did I contribute to all that by accident? Is that why she doesn’t respond to me a lot of the time? What if I become the next Jia? Clay was essentially Jia’s “replacement”. We met him quite literally the day after Jia moved away. What if they ditch me and I get replaced?
It’s getting late. Tomorrow I guess I’ll bring it up to whoever can hang out with me.
March 22nd, 2022, 6:05 PM
Three Days Until The Move
I rushed through dinner to update my diary tonight. Literally shoving down chicken and rice down my throat. I almost choked, that was pretty fun. Mom and Papa tried to have a little conversation with me but I could only respond with my mouth full of food. Anyway, hopefully I can properly log everything that happened today.
Me
Who can hang out today
Kinda wanna talk about something important
Besides Annika
Mom and Papa are out doing important moving stuff so I have the house to myself for awhile
1:49 PM
CLEAR SHEPARD
I WOKE UP EARLY FOR THIS
YES
Do your parents know how to make coffee by any chance by the way
1:50 PM
Me
Yes
Also oh my god the prophecy has been fufilled
1:50 PM
Lukey Boy
Yes
Anybody wanna play some video games I can bring some
1:50 PM
Clay 😠
I’m also free
1:51 PM
Me
You guys can come over like right now if you want
1:52 PM
Lukey Boy
Kk!
1:53 PM
They came over in like twenty minutes. Maybe thirty minutes of them beng over, we’re in the tv room, gaming together, and having a great time. I’ve agonized over how and when to bring up the topic of moving, so I bring up Jia.
“Do you guys still talk to Jia at all? She doesn’t respond to me anymore.”
“Occassionally, yeah. She seems busy most of the time.” Clara said.
“Is that why we all stopped talking to her regularly?”
“Yeah, I think since she’s sixteen now, she’s looking for a job and has friends in North Woods that she naturally got closer to since she probably sees them often.” Clay sighed.
“That makes sense. Do you think that… when I move to Japan we won’t be friends anymore?” I asked. I slowly breathed, biting my lip. I can’t cry here. Not in front of them. I hate crying in front of other people.
“Who knows for sure? We’ll do our best to make it work. Believe me, I felt the same when I moved away from my hometown.” Luke reassured me.
“Even if it does happen we promise our friendship wouldn’t end on a sour note.” Said Clay.
I was so relieved. I always was suspicious about Jia slowly getting pushed out of the group but it does make sense when I think about it.
After that it was mostly just. More dumb stupid shenaniganery, including but not limited to: Clara drinks so much coffee she starts shaking, Clay hates hiveswap, and Luke commits crimes in pokemon.
Another day better recorded with videos than in my diary. I wonder if they’d ever consider making videos playable in books or something. Anyway, goodnight.
March 25nd, 2022, 8:05 PM
3 Hours and 5 Minutes After Boarding
Okay, usually I am obsessed with my diary and recording my day but I was . get to do much else.
Gotta be honest, I’m a little tuckered out and sad so I’m gonna do a summary of today rather then a full detailed run down.
I woke up at like 6:30 to pack super early so I could dedicate some time to texting my friends. And to cry. This is something people do right? I thought if I cried in the morning I would have no tears to shed… but that didn’t do much I cried like every part of the day.
Then at 9 we went for breakfast at IHOP. We made a reservation since there was 15 of us. Us kids all sat at one end of the table while the adults were at the other end. We laughed, we all cried, we got a dessert. I also got gifts from Clara, Clay, Luke and Annika for some reason. Another diary from Clara, a new dress from Annika, what I can assume to only be a years’ worth of hair dye from Clay and some books about Japan from Luke. Luke’s been preparing for this since the day we met for some reason and he read up on Japan a long time ago and it was only fitting he pass them on to me. I never told Luke that someday I would move to Japan immediately so I don’t know why he had them since the day we met.
At 9:30 we hit up the playground at the elementary school. Luke never visited so we ended up recording a video like we’re doing an MTV house tour. Yeah don’t ask we don’t know either we thought it was funny.
At 10 we drove past the high school and middle school. We all reminisced about our middle school adventures and high school adventures. Then my friends all went to the airport since traffic was bad and my parents and I went to my maternal grandparents’ house.
We got there at 10:10. It wasn’t really a drive since my grandparents live right by the elementary school. I said hello and goodbye to a bunch of my relatives, though in all honesty I was more focused on talking to my friends. Grandpa and Grandma were bawling to my Mom and Papa. They love dad so dearly, since Mom grew up in a house of like, her and six other sisters.
Then at 11:05 we made our way to the airport. Traffic was bad, as usual. We got there at 2 for bag checks then met up with my friends for lunch. This was when it was really hitting me.
I mean we’re all in a position where we can visit each other no problem. Okay with some problems but those problems aren’t money. We’re not gonna be able to see each other regularly. I can’t tour my new school, talk about the teacher feuds and drama that the upper or underclassman have with them like I used to. I was bawling the entire time.
We finished by 4 and by then we basically had to play the waiting game. I was stressed out of my mind. I was too embarrassed to talk and let my friends hear my crying voice but I felt a little peace being surrounded by them.
At 4:50 we went to wait in line, my friends all joined us despite them not boarding so we could soak up as much interaction as possible. By then all of us were in tears and our parents were all starting to get sappy too. We started all saying goodbye. Then, it was the dreaded boarding.
They waved all in tears, I waved back, and I stepped down my gate, tears streaming down my face. My parents comforted me as we found our seat. I got the window seat and looked over and over at my gifts and my friends encouraging words. I wasn’t sure if I could be okay without them in Japan. I still feel that way.
I’m terrified. I can speak Japanese well. Papa has taught me the reading and I know katakana and hiragana fine, but I’m so bad at kanji. My grandparents in Japan wrote letters to me growing up so I could practice my writing, and though I have done my best to learn kanji I still need Papa to help me translate and read it. Thinking about this is starting to make me feel more upset so I’m going to try to calm down, maybe read one of the books Luke gave me.
The yokai seems interesting so I’ll tackle that one first. Later, diary.
#keikokuromiya#keikokuromiyastory#keiko kuromiya#keiko kuromiya story#story#writblr#writerblr#writeblr#author#original story#original characters#japan#yokai#biracial#biracial teenager
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Have a doodle thingy of Sadie because I have some feelings about her right now. Also, I couldn’t decide which version I like the most so here’s both. I love she <3
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My Ko-fi
#my art#sadie adler#Red Dead Redemption#red dead redemption 2#InquisitorCastellanos art#i love her#she is#everything#also i keep forgetting to link my kofi#every time#because i'm an idiot#and i'm like wait#i have one???
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since the update to the art of love didn’t make it into the gaalee tag this is a reminder that it’s updated (and an update with actual gaalee content!!) and also i have a kofi! so ya know support me 🍑💕🍑
#gaalee#leegaa#i keep forgetting to add my kofi link to my posts#but i wanna make it a thing and start doing like monthly pieces once i have consistent support#they also just rolled out a commissions page which is awesome!
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This is a non exhaustive list of people you can help/spoil this holiday. You know what to do.
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I’m going to start with myself. I’ve made an extensive Christmas wishlist and if you feel like cosplaying Santa Claus, go right ahead. Yes, it’s a long one, and yes, the shipping costs are high, but again, the choice is yours. I also need to buy groceries, so if you can/want to help, my Paypal is [email protected].
@fluoresensitive : thank u sallttt https://linktr.ee/fluoresensitive
@stemmonade: Here is my wife and i’s wishlist!
@theerealcowboy: Really just concerned about gifts for my little siblings & my grandpa, getting some help with that would mean a lot 💙 heartemojie on venmo & cashapp, u can dm for paypal :•)
@baegender: i really need the bedframe and electrolyte powder on here
@postvampirism: Unemployed and would like some money for a heater bc I’m anemic and coldC*shapp:
C*shapp: $/FrewtBat
V*nmo: @/FrewtBat
@fruitalitie: still dont have a jobe+disabled…. pain management is expensive!
p*ypal.me/aega
@catz-purrrr: I was homeless for 5 months and I just moved into my new section 8 apartment. I still don’t have income. cashapp: $ghostb94
@nbvirgos: I work as a teacher and won’t be paid for the next 3 weeks. Anything helps!
PayPal: [email protected]
Venmo: Jasmine-Panaligan
@carriefiisher; not a Christmas list bc I’m jewish but a general wishlist can be found here for gifts anyway as well as my ko-fi to help keep me afloat right now since I’m being abysmally underpaid if you don’t wanna buy an expensive gift
@rainynepenthe: tbh idk if i rlly deserve it (added by the OP: you do) compared to the other ppl on this post but ill just put my kofi on here. pls pls check out these other links tho !
https://ko-fi.com/mothbatz
@s0pes: I don’t have a wishlist but I have about $400 of medical expenses i need to pay off bimonthly, anything helps
My venmo is @sen_sen
cashapp $bbysensen
@moominhands: Trying to crowdfund for my rent as I job search and I can’t really dip into those donations for groceries/bills anymore without raising the goal of an already slowing post. So if I could get help and also just have money to do something fun that would be class because I’m in full on survival mode and it’s rapidly becoming unbearable 🙃 My Venmo and cashapp are both moominhands!
@pandollsnart: Also still unemployed, would be nice to get enough $$$ to pay this month's bills and next month's rent (around $500 total) or just enough to buy my cats a couple more high-walled litter boxes (they're like $11 each)Working on hopefully selling enough of my own stuff that I can afford to do these things myself, but I appreciate help:
p*ypal.me/RocketUnicorn
@buggyeyes: V*nmo: @ArcaydeaXIII if anybody wants to help me and my fiance have a better Xmas since we're two broke queers trying to save up to get our own apartment after 8 years of trying. Don't send anything if you're struggling please, but if you like me or my blog and wanna donate that's Chris's venmo since I have no way to accept stuff being disabled
@lilackitty15: C*shapp: $Violetfeline
Now add to the list and DON’T FORGET TO BOLD YOUR REQUESTS.
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Thread by @wwxwashere on Twitter
⚠️ WHAT IS HAPPENING IN BRAZIL: a thread ⚠️
am i going insane or more of the world should care about a country generating covid variants that could spread internationally? right
spoiler alert: covid is killing us. badly. no, it's not this bad everywhere. yes, you should care.
our government is DELIBERATELY and CLEARLY trying to kill us, not only not doing anything but actually trying to stop any help from getting here, with censorship to go with it.
PLEASE, READ RHIS THREAD
it's NOT this bad everywhere:
"No other nation that experienced such a major outbreak is still grappling with record-setting death tolls and a health care system on the brink of collapse."
yes, you SHOULD care:
"Preliminary studies suggest that the variant that swept through the city of Manaus is not only more contagious, but it also appears able to infect some people who have already recovered from other versions of the virus."
you REALLY should care:
"And the variant has slipped Brazil’s borders, showing up in two dozen other countries and in small numbers in the United States."
1 in every 4 covid deaths WORLDWIDE is happening in brazil, INTERNATIONAL MEDIA ISN'T TALKING ABOUT THIS ENOUGH.
our president?
- calling it "a little flu"
- literally making trying to legally stop states from lockdown
- blocked any attempts to get vaccines here for months
- recommended meds with no scientific proof which caused SEVERAL other deaths for overuse of improper meds
he refuses to wear a mask in public but it's not just the things he isn't doing, it's the deliberate steps he takes to make sure ANYONE who tries to do ANYTHING to help (even the US!!!!!!!! OFFERING US VACCINES FOR MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!) is shut down.
we have no oxygen. no ICU beds. no proper masks. basic food is so expensive here the country is falling back to hunger, so whoever is not dying from covid is dying out of starvation or due to the complete and utter collapse of our healthcare system.
if you read the articles i post here you will know brazil has a RECORD of being GREAT in this type of scenario & getting vaccines to everyone fast as fuck.
this is a DELIBERATE ATTEMPT TO KILL US, i couldn't possibly stress that enough.
who is it killing? take a guess.
"The study also found that Black Brazilians were likelier to lose their jobs or face pay cuts than white people during the pandemic. The death rate in poorer cities has been substantially higher than in rich ones."
BY JANUARY OF THIS YEAR the ny times was reporting "The country has not yet approved any of the vaccines on the market."
NOT EVEN APPROVED. ANY. OF THE VACCINES.
this isn't a tragedy, this is our government's plan.
again, why are people not helping? i have no clue.
"On Friday, officials at the World Health Organization called the surge of cases in Brazil deeply troubling and warned that it could wreak havoc well beyond the country’s borders."
censorship? oh yeah, the president's son is trying to silence a guy who made a TWEET calling the president out. & that was only news not a shady unexplainable death bc the guy is famous and rich in the first place.
this is not the only threat he has made, btw. during his CAMPAIGN he said he'd kill people who opposed his government. that is how low we are.
10,3MI brazilians might starve to death and things are only getting worse:
have i proven my point? cuz honestly there is no lack of evidence, but i can go graphic if you need to hear what happens when a patient needs oxygen or an ambulance and our hospitals can't provide it.
no? yeah. better not.
"ok but what can we do"
TALK. ABOUT. THIS.
WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS.
WHY IS THIS NOT EVERYWHERE.
WHY IS NOBODY HELPING.
i literally feel crazy, as if this is only happening in my head. every brazilian i know is desperate and nobody cares.
"ok but what else"
we need donations, badly. money for food, masks, literally all supplies. if you are a single person guess what THERE ARE NO ORGANISED WAY TO HELP YET you literally need to find a brazilian or learn portuguese to be able to get to local donations centres.
have i mentioned nobody cares? how is a country going through this massive of a crisis with a government trying to kill and silence us yet there people barely heard about this???? given IT IS CREATING DEADLY VARIANTS THAT ARE SPREADING BEYOND BORDERS
oh my god i feel insane
special call-out for portugal & also the US for fucking us up historically
https://t.co/JQ9LBkfSIV
per request i will make an english speaking video about brazil's covid situation to be posted @ youtube.com/c/AndressaBuss later this week
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update: if you want to place a donation to @CUFA_Brasil or @maesdafavela i will offer free portuguese-english translations to help with the process.
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You can also try to finda artists or writers or professionals in brazil and hire them! or tip them a kofi! Or simply search for "brazil" in the search and help out by sending one dollar or two in kofi or gofundmes that will also help brazilians staying safe
i will keep linking more as i find it. donation centre to get basic food to people who need it: https://t.co/gFZdskBE6G
Update: finally managed to get an extensive list of options for donations after over 24hrs trying, from jun last year so some campaigns have ended but there's still plenty to choose from
(again: im available for free translations & help in your donation process if you need it)
just assisted in a R$740 donation process to the above donation centre & i am working on putting together a list of various options for donations as well as brazilian artists who are making emergency commissions :)
im mostly trying to assist people place the donations themselves & when i have to place the donation i offer vast proof (of whatever kind you need) of each transaction
im not a random account with no face behind it, im a broke history teacher who has covid, im trying to help
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Headcanons for albedo (and other genshin boys characters if you'd like) marriage?
Scenario: Will you marry me? + Marriage
Characters: gn! reader x Albedo
Warnings: Not proofread
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Albedo
The day he asked you to marry him was rather normal. Just another day at his lab.
You’d been a constant in his life for a while now and perhaps it was just time and comfort that had pushed him to ask you.
But that particular day you visit his lab. You’re the only one allowed to go in even with the “Keep Out” sign on, aside from Sucrose.
Albedo always forgets his needs, lunch included and without fail, ever since he met you, you had been the one to take care of his simple needs.
“Al, it’s time to take a break,” you chide him as you open his door. Sucorse is not there, you notice.
He has this look in his eyes, as if he had been in deep thought just before you had come in. “Y/N,” he greets you, voice soft and smooth and just sounds like music in your ears. “Marry me,”
You nearly drop the lunch you prepared for him, but he looked prepared and had fished out a ring from his pocket. The gem was a bright green, just like his beautiful eyes.
“W-Wait, why? Are you sure?” He takes your hand and slips the ring in its proper place, looking curiously up at you. “I’m quite certain, are you not?” Of course you were, you just hadn’t expected it at that time.
The wedding is intimate, surrounded only by your closest friends and family in a lovely clearing up on a hill, his favourite place to sketch, where all the Cecilia flowers grew.
Living with him was like getting back into a routine that you never knew you had. Waking up next to him, tangled up in his arms was even better.
There was no set schedule of who woke up first. Sometimes it was you, sometimes it was him. But when it was him, he would lay there for a while just giving you secret kisses on your forehead.
He didn’t think bliss would be so easy to achieve.
As for cooking, Albedo only knew a select few recipes, mostly because he was very particular with his tastes. You were the one who took charge in the kitchen most of the time but he often went in there to ask for a taste. He’d always be happy with what you cooked, and would give you a kiss followed by a small thank you.
Actually he was only there to get a taste of your lips, not the dish.
You could tell when he was in a bad mood, because he would sigh a lot, and seem to ruminate on the couch. He asks for your company often at times like that, “Come here,” he would simply say and stretch one arm out to reach for you.
You comply readily and sit in his lap as he lays his head atop your shoulder. Whispering and talking to you about what had went wrong with his research and experiments.
You offer up suggestions to him, to which he listens to carefully. One of the reasons why he thought you would be a great life partner was because you had a very bright and flexible mind.
Your good looks and kindness was a big plus, of course.
As a married couple you also had days where the two of you just didn’t agree with each other. Sometimes it just came down to the two of you being tired and unfortunately being more snappy. He was always calm about it but he could get pretty blunt quickly if his bad mood was mixed with irritation and nothing going his way at work.
The two of you had a silent agreement to take some time off doing your own thing if the two of you were irritated at each other. Mostly because he didn’t want to say the wrong things to you and neither did you. “Let’s... discuss later, okay?”
If he unfortunately still used his harsh words he’d feel extremely guilty about it after reflecting on it. But, as it is, that doesn’t happen a lot cause he’s extremely careful with his words, knowing that it was a powerful weapon. “I don’t ever want to be the reason for your tears,”
When you had your bad days he will drop everything and come to you, drying your tears if any.
Is the type to actually be really good at house chores, but his workspace is a mess.
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Master List for my blog
I write Omori headcanons and I love getting anons!!! If you have any requests or anything to share, please send it to me!! (Also I was told to put my kofi here instead of in my bio bc I can put a link here but!! no pressure to send me anything or anything like that! I answer anons regardless of coffees haha!- https://ko-fi.com/sunnyv)
Under the read more is everything I’ve written so far (It’s getting pretty long, so I thought I would keep the pinned post short)
AUs
Hero’s Journey with the Occult Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Hero’s Black Space Part 7 Art 1 Art 2
Mari Coma AU Part Two Part Three
Zombie Apocalypse AU
Hero’s Moving Castle AU Part Two
Broken Melody AU Part Two Part Three (Side Headcanon) Part Three (actual) Part Four Part Five
If someone else had been there the night of the recital Part Two
Royalty AU Part Two (Dragon Journey 1/2) Part Three (Dragon Journey 2/2)
Not Again AU Part Two
Mafia AU Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five (Mini) Part Six (Also Mini) Part 7 HeroMari Playlist Part 8 Part 9
Runaway AU Part Two Part Three
Shattered AU Part Two Part Three Part Four
Headcanons
Sunburn Headcanons- Future
Kelbrey soulmate AU- Brussles Sprouts and Orange Joe
Scary Viddy Game
Gen Charlene
Gen Mari
Sunnflower Casual Dates
Bread Twins Part Two
Hero and Kel Part Two
Gen Kel Part Two
Sunny is a Cryptid Part Two Part Three (Sleepover) Part Four
Sally Headcanons
Transfem Sunny
Basil’s Legal Troubles
Kimbrey headcanons
Kel saved Sunny (and all of them really)
Sunnflower Movies
Tristan Headcanons (My OC)
Angel Headcanons
Stranger Headcanons Part Two
Mari and Basil Friendship
Aubrey and Basil Siblinghood Part Two
Happy Mari *Mari Lives*
Demiromantic Hero
Joint Custody- OrangeCat Headcanons
General Maverick
Kelbrey- Secret Relationship
Come Home Series
Omori Continues
The Gang as Babies
HeroMari Children
Gen Kim
Sunkissed Gift Giving
Tics
Gen Hero
Hibi’s Basil Ask
Ghibli Movie Explanations
Gen Suntan
April Fools Day
Character Tag Asks
Sunny Dyes his Hair
Delinquent Guerilla Gardener Basil
Kimbrey Post Valentines Sweets
Big Brother Hero Part Two Part Three
Gen Sunny and Kel
Kel/Basil/Aubrey Gen
High School Sunny Part Two Part 3 Part Four Art 1
Semiverbal Sunny Part Two Part 3
Cats for Sale
Fun with Dentistry
Burnt Sunflower
Gen Heromari
Why I think Hero Forgives Sunny
Soup is Soup
Sunny Inherits Omori’s skills
Are Sprout Moles Vegan? A Thesis
World Traveling Part Two Part Three
Who Can Sing/ Sunny Hums
Sunnkissed- Kel’s Freckles
Music Note Ask Game
Gen Aubrey
Artist Sunny Part 2 (Children’s Author) Part Three
Daphne and Sunny
My Favorite Character (Meta)
Flowers or Consequences Unexpected Sequel Part Three?
Sunny is a Misleading Name
Happy Birthday Mari Posts White Day Pt 2
Symbolism in Omori
Nonbinary Kel Part Two Part Three Part Four
Neurodivergent Basil Part Two Part Three (ADHD)
Polly Headcanons
NB/Transmasc Basil Part Two Part Three
Sunny is a nickname
Mari has OCD Part Two
Social Media Headcanons Part Two Part Three
Suntan- How they got together
Autistic Sunny Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six
Why I Think Sunny Doesn’t Physically Self Harm (Meta)
Sunnflower- How Basil fell back in love with Sunny
Aubrey and Kel on Mari’s birthday after she dies
Everyone saw Something
How Mari Got Mewo
Sunny’s Eyepatches Part Two Part Three
Aubrey’s gang (The Hooligans) and Sunny’s group
Sunny and Bo En
Pets Part Two
Kel’s Egg Puns
Sunny is a Crow Part Two
Nonbinary Sunny Part Two
Why Sunny Hates Sweetheart
Trans Hero Part Two Part Three (Kind of) Part Four Part Five Part Six
Basil and the Hooligans
HeroMari Wedding Part Two Part Three
Full Fics
New Normal
Promises
Choices- Sunny’s Mother Introspection LINK TO REWRITE
In Vino Veritas
White Dresses and Wedding Vows
Not Again (Multichapter Fic UPDATES 8/15/21)
When Everything is Made to be Broken
Forget
Patient is the Night
New Traditions
Shoelaces Fanart
Braids Fanart
Zines I Participated In
Memories
Fanfic Recs
Part One Muse’s Picks
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