#and fun to write

[ovegakart]

who even knows what wizzro is. whatever he is, hes against whatever everyone else is

#theyre all so bitchy #and fun to write #now that cia has dark link #the motivation has become just 'screw ganondorf over' #hyrule warriors

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I love Zoom so much

He’s just so cool and evil

#also the tiniest bit pathetic #and fun to write #and just like me fr #kidding kidding #or am I #zoom #hunter zolomon #my posts #the flash

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Writeblr Battle Royale - Kashi vs Ophelia!

Yes! That's right! Round 2 of the event @writeblrbattleroyale put on by @your-absent-father! It's time for my grumpy growly shapeshifter Kashi to face off with the resurrected-by-voter-fraud? Ophelia (OC created by @the-arigen) [sidenote: some of you just really wanted to see Kashi die "again", didn't you...What did she ever do to you???]

You can read Kashi's round 1 here and Ophelia's round 1 here! Thanks, enjoy, and remember you can follow all the action here OR by following #writeblrbattleroyale ! Follow some awesome fellow authors and watch our OCs beat the shit out of each other (when they behave and do what they're supposed to do instead of things like trying to escape or have a pleasant conversation)

WC: 3,101 Tw: death, blood, bleeding, stabbing...you know the drill

Kashi sniffed at the one across from her to get a better idea of who she was facing down. Smelled…oddly sweet, and mostly not human. She let out a growl and reached for the handle of her knife, pulling it free as she began to pace. “Non-human,” she called out in a growl, “my name is Kashi.”

"I tend to prefer 'formerly human,'" Ophelia said, watching carefully. "Ophelia. I was... not expecting to wake up. At the very least, not with any knowledge of this arena." And not in the form that looked even cursorily so. It didn't help that she was absolutely certain she'd been fully incinerated, but it wasn't exactly surprising that there was magic she didn't know about; new things were being discovered all the time.

"Apologies," Kashi grunted, continuing to pace. Glancing around at the walls and the floor, noting the hole was gone and the walls unmarked. "I wasn't expecting to wake up either." She was fairly sure she'd died. But here she was. Which meant...Casper...Kashi shook her head. "Fight or die. I tried to die. Didn't catch. Doesn't sound like yours caught either."

"The experience is troubling, even if not the first time." Ophelia said, nodding. "In the past, I've been awoken from a piece of me that my... that one of my teammates keeps, which meant catching up on memories was a greater priority. This situation is somewhat atypical."

Kashi let out a laugh. "No kidding there." She hesitated. "Not the first time..." Her pacing slowed and she sniffed again. "You don't smell like an immortal. Or a vampire or anything from home. But I guess there's more than one way for death not to stick." Kashi flipped the knife in her hand and resumed her pacing before asking, "your teammates. They here with a piece of you?"

"After a fashion," Ophelia said, momentarily splitting herself down the middle into two copies, then stepping back into herself and merging back into one. "I do hope they are not. Neither of them has much of a way to recover from being slain in combat in case one does eventually stick."

The use of "vampire" was interesting to Ophelia. a bit of pre-Nihilus legend that had mostly made its way out of the lexicon when the invasion had swung up. I suppose you don't need false monster stories much when true ones are destroying cities. 

"I do have something of a suspicion, if you'd like to hear it."

More time for Kashi to observe her opponent and decide if she wanted to engage. If it would be smart to do so. She nodded. "Go for it."

The way Kashi was watching her, Ophelia was fairly certain that she either had training or experience, though it wasn't clear to her which. It would be nice to get an example of her powers before they fought, but likely not necessary. Just like last time... either she could be injured or not. Very little in between. "The last one was strange to me. Strange in a different way that you seem to be, especially regarding clothing. Given that, and the ramping-up of Nihilus activity... We've been selected. From different worlds. For what, other than this tournament, I have no idea. But I suspect that our friends and family are either fine, or this tournament is immense to a degree I hesitate to even comment on."

Kashi’s ears pricked up. Or they would have, if she were in her four-legged form. She twirled the knife in her hand once more. "Well that is an interesting suspicion," she said, half to herself. "Given the fight or die mantra...And the way this little game master seems to be conducting things..." Kashi looked around once more. Stands of people. But all unrecognizable. She looked back at her opponent. "...I'd gamble that if any relations were actually on the line, they'd be put in the stands right in front of us. A way to collar us, so to speak." And if that were the case...she had very little friends and no family to speak of.

"Keep working on that suspicion," she finally said, tossing her knife to the ground and reaching up for her face. Running her hands along the lines that looked like scars. "And if you win, I hope you figure out a way to beat the little ghosty man senseless. Because if I win that's sure as hell what I'm gonna do."

Singing the spell for transformation, Kashi began to peel the hidden mask away from her face. Her body pained itself as it went down to all fours, pain quickly vanishing as she steadied herself. "I suppose," she growled, "we should get this started before he tries to kill one of us himself."

Ophelia stared. "Didn't know he would do that. Given this, I thought it would be less... hands-on."

With that, Kashi took off running to the side, directly for one of the walls.

Ophelia shook her head momentarily, then dropped the guise, duplicating herself out a dozen times, forming those indistinguishable silver shadows that often led people to think they were simple drones. She took a moment to realize that she hadn't bothered to make a plan for which of her would continue speaking, and heard as all of her started speaking at the same time. "But I'm sure we will be coming to some sort of conclusion."

"Came down and tried to kill me before when I didn't behave," Kashi answered, doing her best to keep away from all the silver copies. "Don't think I'm super special either!" She built up enough momentum to hurl herself at the wall, and thankfully this time a large crack ran directly up the side and split. She grinned and spun, digging on the spot to fling dirt in the direction of any nearby silver before darting out and away again, keeping her eye on the crack she'd made.

It was strange that the... werewolf? The antlers were odd, but Ophelia supposed she'd never seen a werewolf before... that the werewolf was choosing not to engage with her, if that was the case. Throwing dirt? Hitting the walls? Neither made much sense. She was coordinating, though, so she shot small fragments out at five of the copies of herself, giving them the signal and plan of attack. The rest, uncommanded, spread out over the arena, trying to cut down on Kashi's ability to move around. 

Kashi did her best to continue to duck and weave. Kept her eye on the crack she'd made, flinging dirt at a few the got close enough. The dirt made little impact, but Ophelia seemed more intent on containment at the moment. That couldn't be good, but she could try and make it work.

A few of the shadows in the back spoke again. "To some degree I suppose I'm used to being chosen. It would almost be interesting to see how he did it."

"You and me both, sister," Kashi panted as she moved. "Although I personally could use a day-- off!" She angled herself towards one of the silver copies, ran directly at it and ducked away at the last second to see how it would react. If it was sentient or not. If it would try to injure her or just grab at her. She could work it either way, but she needed to see how they moved and reacted to know if her plan had a chance of working.

"Couldn't we all?" The run at her was unexpected, after tearing off in the other direction, and she chose not to react at all to it in the moment, hoping Kashi would go through with it, allowing Ophelia to morph around her and restrict her movements from direct contact instead of just boxing her in. The girl’s choice to abort the rush left her in a somewhat difficult position, though, and she decided to give up at least one of her advantages.

The copy that had been rushed dropped its human form entirely, turning into a grasping net of silver threads that launched itself at the werewolf.

Kashi couldn't help the yip that came out of her mouth as the copy changed. She dug her heels into the dirt to make a sharp turn, hoping the net wouldn't be quite as nimble. If these things could do that then swapping back to her two-legged form wouldn't be an advantage. In dexterity, maybe. Then again, she was faster like this. Probably didn't have much time to make the change anyway. She glanced behind to see if the net had followed her.

The quick dodge had surprised her somewhat, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. Pure speed was not Ophelia's domain, made up for by coverage. As the copy landed, reforming from net to humanoid, the one in the center whistled. Low-high, high.

Kashi timed her dodges as best she could, suddenly more copies filling the arena. They only seemed as fast as a normal person, but it would only take one lucky strike for that to no longer matter. An ear twisted and identified the whistle coming from the center. If she was going to gamble, she was going to gamble in that direction.

Kashi managed to dodge enough and get up enough momentum to slam into the wall again, making sure she leapt this time and rammed her entire strength into her blow. The crack split and the wall groaned, chunks starting to fall. Kashi dodged around a few and leapt into the air, snatching one in her mouth and heaving with everything she had, flinging a chunk of the wall into the most condensed mass of copies she could see before spinning and grabbing up another chunk, copying the same process and flinging what had fallen, keeping it up until there was nothing left to throw.

The shadows hit by Kashi's projectiles splashed, exploding into sprays of silvery semifluid that clumped in the air, splattering the walls of the arena and the other duplicates, annihilating their humanoid forms... momentarily.

All over the arena, the surviving copies flattened, spreading out over the floor and grabbing on to all the fragments, picking the mass back up and reintegrating it into their forms, a single flat mirror expanding to cover almost the entire floor of the arena. Losing the coordinator-Ophelia would be one thing. Having the coordinator's mind and thoughts spread out over the entire arena was another thing entirely. They reshaped again, taking on an three distinct near-mirrors of Kashi's own form to run at her, now much stronger and faster than they had been. Two humanoid forms stayed back, taking on the now-vacant coordination role.

Kashi took off at a dead run around the edge of the arena as her mind raced, copies on her heels. Wouldn't be beyond reason to suspect anything she could do, they could do as well. Ability to reform. Smash again and they'd likely respond the same. She didn't have anything to fight the reforming process and she knew it. And the copies of herself were keeping pace. She knew that moment she was caught out by someone with a skillset she ultimately wouldn't be able to win against. And she grinned.

She spun on her heel and made her final pass, what she was sure would be her last attempt at the fight. Eyed the humanoid forms and ran right for them with a howl.

With the direct rush, Ophelia had to be careful, to wait until Kashi had fully committed to the strike. Targeting the humanoid forms would make sense, if there was any difference between them and the others. At the last second, the one Kashi had rushed directly changed from a person into a barbed spear and launched herself at one of Kashi's hind legs from underneath her field of vision.

Pain. Kashi let out a scream as the pain shot through her, back leg stumbling as searing pain shot up her limb. It meant one thing, really; silver. A silver edge could pierce her skin and make a wound stick. She could feel her healing start to try and work at the pain, but the time it had taken to kick in was telling. Probably wouldn't be able to save her from a fatal blow, not this time. When she turned to try and get a better look at what happened, she saw the edges of what looked like barbs. That's what happened, the copy transformed like last time, only this time it was a spear. If this was how Ophelia fought, she was going to be done faster than she anticipated.

There were worse things than being taken down in battle.

Kashi bit back the pain and pushed herself at the closest figment of the enemy, attempting to latch her teeth around it and pull it the ground.

Ophelia felt the jaws latch around her and pulled her body in, compacting part of herself inside of Kashi's mouth for a moment while the copies came up from behind. She was wracked by a moment of hesitation as she let herself be borne to the ground, then decided. If she'd come back from the dead, there was a decent chance Kashi would too. and that, she could be okay with.

The piece of her in Kashi's mouth exploded, sharpened fragments firing themselves out through the muzzle and teeth.

Kashi let out a howling scream as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, swinging her head as hard as possible as she backed away from the pain. That hurt like hell and her healing was slow to answer, making it even more disorienting than her leg, still on fire from the wound there. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and rammed it into the ground, scraping her teeth against the dirt to get a mouthful in the hopes that the rough nature would help scrub any remainders of Ophelia from between her teeth.

Letting out another growl, Kashi spun and bolted directly for where she planted her knife. Biting was out. Clawing was out. So far the best she’d managed was when she tried to smash the copies…so she bolted for where her mask still lay on the ground as fast as she could go, her mouth and leg throbbing despite the healing magic starting to finally try and handle the leg.

Kashi's backing away had bought time, and the copies were almost directly on her heels as the wolf ran away. Two kept pace as they ran, trying to limit Kashi's options, while the third tried to outpace her, legs growing and contracting to try to lengthen their stride enough to cut her off. Two snaps at Kashi's flanks were met by one miss and one graze- the form was interesting, but not one Ophelia was accustomed to.

Kashi ignored the graze as best she could, teeth scraping at her hindquarters and causing her to push harder. She began to pant. She needed a minute for her healing to kick in more fully, if it could. Kashi saw one of her copies gaining ground on her to cut her off and ducked to one side as best she could. She managed to reach the place where her mask was and shoved her face down into it, scooping it up against her face and singing the song of transformation, just enough of the magic to make it stick as she ducked away from the snapping jaws of her copies and continued trying to weave her way to the arena's wall.

The faster copy slowed for a moment, then turned into a barrage of knife-shards. Kashi made the choice, for good or bad, to finish the song of transformation as the knife-shards shot towards her, a slim hope in her mind that a sudden shift from wolfen mass to humanoid would help her dodge at least some of the blows. Pain was a constant when shifting, but the added barrage of blades added to it. Her instinct was to pull herself in as she ran to try and protect what she could as the blades pierced and cut, several finding their mark. Enough of them to slow her down, the cuts and slashes causing her to lose focus along with blood. Her healing wouldn't catch up to this many wounds, not with silver. She lifted her head and tried to focus. If only she could get to the wall...

Ophelia had noticed by now that every wound she'd dealt was regeneration, and internally winced.

This is not going to be pretty.

Reaching out to her other self to combine, one mind in two bodies connected by a bridge, she prepared herself even as Kashi made it to the wall. A final form- one large net, spear in the center to pin the target, with a dozen smaller spikes around the outside to dig into the wall. From behind, the last humanoid walked up, reshaping herself into the human form and color for one question. "Any last words? Messages?"

Kashi reached the wall, fingers starting to try and dig into to the stone. Too slippery. Too weak. When she heard the question, she spun and took in what lay in front of her. Took a breath.

"Rekneaio," she stated. "It means...this death is a gift. And it is a good one. Thank you, Ophelia. My family is dead, and now I may join them. I..." Another shaky breath. Steady. It was not the first time she'd face what she thought was sure to be death. "...I hope your teammates are and remain safe. If I had a last request...A message...it would be that you kill him that put us here." Kashi gave Ophelia a salute from her homeland. "It was an honor to fight."

Ophelia nodded. "Lest the Refuge fail." 

The words were a signal as much as a confirmation. The spear in the net shot forward, taking Kashi in the gut, and tiny tendrils crawled out of it, following the arteries and veins as they came in contact and tracing out Kashi's circulatory system. "I only wish we had met under better circumstances. Break!"

The tendrils, now in the hundreds or thousands as they crept down limbs, across the torso, in the heart and head, pulsed with growth for an instant, then turned into blades, shredding every part of Kashi's body simultaneously. 

Ophelia walked up, placing her hand on the remnants of the net, and waited for her self to drip out with Kashi's blood.

#writeblr battle royale #oc fight #Kashi #Ophelia #Kashi vs Ophelia #I'm kidding about the voter fraud #I'd love to see Ophelia make it to the end #It was a great matchup #and fun to write

[certified-ultimate-simp]

the self ship community isn't so bad if you know whom to avoid- but i'm not here for me, i'm here for you-

i believe atem should call you his queen and take you out on nighttime strolls; as you two hold hands and hold each other close. the night is nigh and time seems slower because you two are together and atem wouldn't have it any other way

AUGULFAULSGILSGOPSHOPG hi Mari dove-

I hope you know I'm smiling like an absolute idiot right now, and I also now have an urge to write more on this. To which I will do so.

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Nightly walks are always nice, especially when no other people are around. For us, it's nothing but the silence, perhaps a slight breeze, the night sky and moonlight, and each others warmth and company. Stargazing, walking through flower fields at the park or late night dates, it's always a comforting and wonderful experience.

Then again, there's some nights we won't go for walks, and instead, just stay inside. Movie nights, cuddles, reminiscent talks about the past if we're in that sort of mood, maybe even a duel or two. I always lose, but I feel like I'm getting better, hehe~ You didn't hear this from me, but I always try to fluster him to get the upper hand. It works, sometimes~

The pet names, hand holding, and physical affection are ways we show each other our love, though sometimes they're used as tactics to try and fluster the other in order to either get something or tease them. It's cute whenever one of us succeeds~

I do love my Pharaoh, and I know he loves me too. Our relationship, I like to think, is based on trust and that emotional bond we have, as well as that comforting presence and sense of home that we give to each other. I don't think either of us would have it any other way, honestly. And that's fine by me~

#lori.writes #yume ask #yami yugi/atem #my little sister everyone #always trying to fluster me #and succeeding #Imma get you back for this Mari dove #but thank you for the ask #this was cute #and fun to write #what was that ship name you had for us again? #hehe hope you liked this~

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

for the prompt 'nive, NL!nine, picking up the pieces.' cws for blood and Poor Mental Health.

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"Fuckin'," and Nine takes a ragged breath, on the verge of tears.

"Hey. Hey. Shhh. It happens."

"I just wanted some cereal, man." His voice is thick, and yeah, those are tears. Five doesn't need to be able to see him in the dark to tell. "Fuck."

"Yeah."

"I'm not used to this shit." He doesn't just mean the arm. Nine doesn't like to use his telekinesis these days; says it gives him headaches. Five gets the feeling that's not the only reason, but he's not about to pry. He's needed and that's all he needs to know.

"Yeah," says Five, again, because he knows by now when Nine needs understanding more than words. "Me either."

Nine says nothing, just stares down at the shards of bowl around his feet. Five can't tell if there's blood mixed in with the milk that's reached every corner of the kitchen floor. "Did you get cut?"

It's a moment before Nine replies. "Yeah. I think so."

"Alright," says Five. "I'll get you some shoes. And antiseptic. Stay where you are, okay?"

Nine nods mutely. After a moment's hesitation, Five picks up a spoon off the counter and holds it in his fist. Glass crunches under his feet as he crosses the kitchen to stand by Nine; he doesn't need to worry about it, like this.

"Hey," he says, and holds out his hand. Nine stares at it, head turning for the first time, as the moon reflects dully off the metal through the kitchen window. After a moment's thought, Five shifts his feet, feeling out the shape of the glass--where it won't cut under his weight, as long as he doesn't move--and braces his legs; stands solid. And then he drops his Externa, and his hand is pale flesh in the moonlight again.

Nine stares at it for a long time. Five waits. He won't be offended if he doesn't take him up on it, but sometimes he needs a minute.

Just as he's about to lower his hand again, though, Nine reaches out to lay his own on Five's upturned palm. It's clammy and cold, large in his hand as Nine's fingers wrap around him in a death grip that lasts a few seconds. It grinds Five's knuckles together, but he doesn't mind; instead he squeezes back until Nine lets up again. His grip is loose, almost weak, just as suddenly as he'd borne down.

Nine is still staring down at their hands; his eyes are wet in the dark. Five holds him a moment longer. Then he squeezes again, rubbing his thumb across the back of Nine's knuckles, and gently lets him go.

"I'll be right back."

A pause. Another nod. And then Five's skin is silver again, and he's crunching away from Nine's looming silhouette by the window to get the broom and dustpan.

#lorien legacies #nive #LL nive #LL number nine #LL number five #i meant to leave this up to the poll and all but the mental image has been shaking me by the throat and i Had to Get It Out #also it is way longer than three sentences lmao #whoops. oh well #anyway let nine have a massive breakdown after the events of the first series as soon as he's remotely safe enough to do so #they are both a wreck and supporting each other through it #but nine is in a significantly more 'recovery starts with completely collapsing and shutting down for like a year' place about it #both mentally and physically 🥲 #anyway i hurt about them and i had to make like three starts at this one to get it actually finished; but it was worth it #and fun to write #miss these sad terrible boys #and being soft about them #shipping #dyn: lost boys #whosebaby makes things #whosebaby writes #blood cw #NL!nine

[nat-seal-well]

Gonna start working on the stoner hux fic today and it will be 100% based on all my own experiences

#sealy rambles #which means it’ll be dumb and silly #and fun to write #tw drug mention

[ace-c4rd]

debating if I should continue the fic I wrote of Nails

or

make a modern alchemy stars au (might also include another media but still mainly alchemy stars)

just so many options ough

#alchemy stars #I might do both honwstly #I want just want an excuse #to explore Nails' character in writing more #i just think hes neat #and fun to write #yknow

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

#i love reading your examples! however next person to be like um actually this exists?? it’s on sight #i know it exists. i think it’s fun. that’s why i think more people should do it. #sometimes i think the confessional style loses impact because everything has to be excavated from the depths of the soul #and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd. #i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist! #something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content #idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently #mine

[officialspec]

modern au but set in brisbane. is this anything

#TRICK QUESTION its everything. to me #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #marcille donato #senshi of izganda #laios touden #kabru #falin touden #izutsumi #farcille #chilchuck tims #namari #my art #dunmesh #brisbane meshi #americans have all the fun putting their modern aus wherever they live. well its my turn. namari is a caboolture bogan i know this #ive thought about this So much i need to write down all my notes somewhere

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

#idk what to tag this #worldbuilding #writing fiction #historical fiction #fantasy #a real-life example: my dad (a pediatrician) was once entrusted with the care of a baby who was born with a rare condition #this was in a place without great hospital/medical access and anyway they were going to fly the baby over #and he specifically asked them to bring the mother and baby #they show up with baby and...the baby's uncle #and he was like. y'all. do you think I asked for the mom to come just for fun??? We don't have formula here. what is the baby going to eat?

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

You know, it's kinda funny how much of high fantasy centers around kings and nobility and courtly intrigue considering that the archetypal high fantasy, Lord of the Rings, had the rather explicit moral of "saving the world is up to this backwater hick and his gardener because no politician, least of all inherited nobility, would have the ability to see past their own ambition and throw away a weapon". Oh sure, Aragorn is a great king and all, but there's a reason he's over there running a distraction ring while the hobbits do the real work. Sauron loses because he gets distracted by kings and armies and great battles (i.e. typical high fantasy stuff) letting Frodo and Sam sneak through his back door and blow it all to hell.

Just saying, maybe old Jirt knew what he was saying when he said that the small folk doing their best and holding to each other was more powerful than a dozen alliances and superweapons and we should respect him for it.

#high fantasy #tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #to be clear i don't mind courtly intrigue high fantasy #it's fascinating and it's fun and it is absolutely still high fantasy cause JRRT doesn't have a monopoly on how high fantasy should be writ #what i object to is the idea that it is the only or the best way to write high fantasy when we have such a stunning counter example

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

#writing #fic writing #like this is stuff i'm doing for fun with my perfectionism meter turned down as far as i can get it #and i am still thinking about it A LOT #talk to me about how in red string fic jgy perceives the memory block both as syrup and as mud but nmj thinks it feels like blood #it's just a thing in their heads that mentally feels kind of thick and sticky but they both made something different of it #it's about issues with cleanliness / lies as a way to craft an illusion of a better lopking world vs the constant violence nmj lives in

[bizarrelittlemew]

Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?

Well, have I got the html for you!

Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!

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It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):

Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #idk if this is silly but it's a fun little thing? #but i know i would be happy #you could just write it but this looks kinda cute #kudos

[black-quadrant]

sometimes all you need is one passionate person who goes berserk for your work to keep you creating

#I have 1 person like that with my jn and 1 person like that with my joshaz and their aggressive acclaim means I’m writing more 😂 #I mean there’s a few more of y’all too and I have said before I enjoy niche but big passion #I’d rather share in those with the handful of genuine enjoyers of Very Specific ships and dynamics #it’s what makes fandom so memorable and fun for me #anyway #rebloggable

[hofudlaus]

also posting these two on their own :-) based on This post by @outpastthemoat

#wanted to post it on its own as well #and also added text for fun #atla #avatar #Avatar The Last Airbender #sokka #katara #zuko #aang #suki #toph beifong #alta fanart #my art #fanart #me Everytime i add text to my art #this time ill use the Text feature n not just write it #3 seconds later Ew im to lazy for that it seems like to much work #asgdhjsagd

[magnusbae]

To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.

#i said i wont ever rant about this bc it's unseemly but HONESTLY. #you simply cannot complain about not having enough of A or B or C and then never reblog / interact with the content you love. #If you LOVE something you cannot just leave a like and silently wait for more to happen #I know countless of content creators that simply stopped doing art/writing fic/making edits #You need to understand that fandom content is made FOR the fandom FOR the engagement FOR the entertainment and fun it makes. #If a content creator does not have fun IN the fandom-- why would they spend the scares free time they have on making this content? #And we're not talking about things that you don't like-- no one expects you to reblog things you don't like. #However I think it's safe to say that when a post has more than 5k it's not some random shitpost with no value. #tumblr issues #tumblr #content creators #buns.txt #something something please don't starve your local clowns