#and then when i was going to look for tags to copy/paste i realized they're all in drafts LOL | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wordstome · 3 months

Text

how c.ai works and why it's unethical

Okay, since the AI discourse is happening again, I want to make this very clear, because a few weeks ago I had to explain to a (well meaning) person in the community how AI works. I'm going to be addressing people who are maybe younger or aren't familiar with the latest type of "AI", not people who purposely devalue the work of creatives and/or are shills.

The name "Artificial Intelligence" is a bit misleading when it comes to things like AI chatbots. When you think of AI, you think of a robot, and you might think that by making a chatbot you're simply programming a robot to talk about something you want them to talk about, and it's similar to an rp partner. But with current technology, that's not how AI works. For a breakdown on how AI is programmed, CGP grey made a great video about this several years ago (he updated the title and thumbnail recently)

youtube

I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend you watch this because CGP Grey is good at explaining, but the tl;dr for this post is this: bots are made with a metric shit-ton of data. In C.AI's case, the data is writing. Stolen writing, usually scraped fanfiction.

How do we know chatbots are stealing from fanfiction writers? It knows what omegaverse is [SOURCE] (it's a Wired article, put it in incognito mode if it won't let you read it), and when a Reddit user asked a chatbot to write a story about "Steve", it automatically wrote about characters named "Bucky" and "Tony" [SOURCE].

I also said this in the tags of a previous reblog, but when you're talking to C.AI bots, it's also taking your writing and using it in its algorithm: which seems fine until you realize 1. They're using your work uncredited 2. It's not staying private, they're using your work to make their service better, a service they're trying to make money off of.

"But Bucca," you might say. "Human writers work like that too. We read books and other fanfictions and that's how we come up with material for roleplay or fanfiction."

Well, what's the difference between plagiarism and original writing? The answer is that plagiarism is taking what someone else has made and simply editing it or mixing it up to look original. You didn't do any thinking yourself. C.AI doesn't "think" because it's not a brain, it takes all the fanfiction it was taught on, mixes it up with whatever topic you've given it, and generates a response like in old-timey mysteries where somebody cuts a bunch of letters out of magazines and pastes them together to write a letter.

(And might I remind you, people can't monetize their fanfiction the way C.AI is trying to monetize itself. Authors are very lax about fanfiction nowadays: we've come a long way since the Anne Rice days of terror. But this issue is cropping back up again with BookTok complaining that they can't pay someone else for bound copies of fanfiction. Don't do that either.)

Bottom line, here are the problems with using things like C.AI:

It is using material it doesn't have permission to use and doesn't credit anybody. Not only is it ethically wrong, but AI is already beginning to contend with copyright issues.

C.AI sucks at its job anyway. It's not good at basic story structure like building tension, and can't even remember things you've told it. I've also seen many instances of bots saying triggering or disgusting things that deeply upset the user. You don't get that with properly trigger tagged fanworks.

Your work and your time put into the app can be taken away from you at any moment and used to make money for someone else. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people who use AI panic about accidentally deleting a bot that they spent hours conversing with. Your time and effort is so much more stable and well-preserved if you wrote a fanfiction or roleplayed with someone and saved the chatlogs. The company that owns and runs C.AI can not only use whatever you've written as they see fit, they can take your shit away on a whim, either on purpose or by accident due to the nature of the Internet.

DON'T USE C.AI, OR AT THE VERY BARE MINIMUM DO NOT DO THE AI'S WORK FOR IT BY STEALING OTHER PEOPLES' WORK TO PUT INTO IT. Writing fanfiction is a communal labor of love. We share it with each other for free for the love of the original work and ideas we share. Not only can AI not replicate this, but it shouldn't.

(also, this goes without saying, but this entire post also applies to ai art)

#anti ai #cod fanfiction #c.ai #character ai #c.ai bot #c.ai chats #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #writing #writing fanfiction #on writing #fuck ai #ai is theft #call of duty #cod #long post #I'm not putting any of this under a readmore #Youtube

853 notes · View notes

coulsonlives · 1 year

Text

PSA: CAT MEDICAL BILL SCAM

Please signal boost this if possible to inform your followers about these scams.

Earlier today, I got a message from the account nicole-loves-king, where they asked me to signal boost a post because their cat needed medical help. Here's the ask:

(And you can see the post in question here)

I looked at this post and was immediately put off because they were asking for people to send things through 'friends and family', which if you aren't aware, is a very insecure way to send someone funds using paypal, because you don't have the protections you would get if you used 'goods and services'. So scammers can make off w your money really easily.

I looked at their blog and scrolled down to the end, and I realized their blog was made today! And, all their posts (there weren't many posts to begin with lol) were of trending topics. I noted puss in boots, and welcome to nightvale among others. This is probably how they found me, because I reblogged some of that stuff recently.

Here's the time stamp from their oldest post (notice it says the time, not the date, which means the post was from today):

In their ask, they also tell you to answer privately. Hm, that seems sus. Why would someone not want you to publish a request for help?

So I have a policy where I don't signal boost posts from brand new blogs because, yknow, they could be scams. I posted this, and the scam account blocked me. They also blocked my friend when they replied to their ask and said their blog looked suspicious. I did some more digging, and I found a comment from someone that confirmed my suspicions:

This is in fact a scam!

@nicstonka is almost identical to the above account (nicole-loves-king). Look at the avatar, the pictures, and the paypal address, both accounts even have 'nic' (as in 'nicole') in the name. The only thing that is extremely different is the name of the cat! Yet both blogs also have the name of the cat in their url ('king' and 'tonka'). That should also be a red flag, because usually someone isn't gonna have the name of their pet in their url, only a few posts, and a signal boost for that exact (fake) pet.

Here's a side by side:

Looks at those paypal accounts: nbrunelle519, and nbrunelle391. Nope definitely not a scam /s

And the cat pictures side by side:

Tumblr's "scam" tag is actually full of these reports now, which you can see here. Or if there's nothing there anymore, click here and here for images.

And links to some older PSAs about other cat scams: 1 2 3

So if you see any blogs like this, where all they have is trending posts, it seems like they've copied and pasted an ask to you, or if they're asking you to send things via friends and family, vet them so so so carefully, because chances are you're walking into a scam. Don't just repost things without carefully checking! If you aren't in a position to check carefully, better safe than sorry: don't repost it! Don't let these scams spread.

Pro tip: If a blog is dash only, so you can't view their archive to see when their first post was made, and you're on desktop, you can just open the blog in its dashboard view, then click 'end' on your keyboard over and over until all their posts are loaded. Usually if it's a spam blog, you'll only need to click 'end' 5-6 times, sometimes a bit more, since they only post just enough times to give the appearance they're active, then there's absolutely nothing after that.

If you want more proof someone is a scammer, you can look at the currency they use their post (or the currency shown in the vet bill), then hover over the paypal link and inspect the part of the url that says 'country.x=AA'. The 'AA' is the abbreviation for the country your money is going to! If that country doesn't match the country of the currency shown in the post, it's a scam! Example: someone's post says '$' for USD/CAD dollars, but the country in their paypal link is 'PH', which stands for Philippines, where they use Philippine pesos, not dollars!

Also keep in mind that these are not bots! There is a real person behind these accounts. They have replied to people who wanted to confirm they were real, but their intentions are still to scam you, they just know it looks better if they reply.

Stay safe!!

Edit:

Updating this post to announce the scammer's made more blogs, and they're probably gonna keep doing it! Here's the list so far. This isn't up to date btw, go to @scamarchive and check their pinned post for the most recent detected blogs

turncoatrune, starlightdisc, xxmy, wxnt, eeyore-pg, coatedpeanbean, starrypanelstars, panelstars, scyllostyle, the-nonbinary-witch, aash-aash, leechness, ash-aahs, commandobutch, lovely-pages, pagefive-to-six, reconnecteed, five-and-fourty, stepsapphic, farmer-butch0, health-pages, turnersapphic, lxve, march-pls-be-good, emberful, imse7en, kassidymaygemz, kassidymaydream, dreamingkassidy, kasdream, live-march, confusedskulll, march-lives, criticaltuesday, quicksilvah, wrldy, quicksilveey, the-stucked-pan, flurrbum, o345, nxce, thls, hokkairi, sykdykee, furrtasticbu, bumfurry, supsense, wickdart, the90sbest

Keep in mind you may not receive an ask like the above ones. You may get something simpler like this, instead:

Most of these are cats, but there's been dogs and even people too.

If you wanna get even more info on all these accounts, there's an archive of this scammer's pinned posts and asks here, so you can see at a glance how similar they all are. You can also see a comprehensive list of scammer red flags specifically for tumblr here!

And lastly, you can report the scams using 'report something else' > 'unlawful uses or content' > 'phishing'

3K notes · View notes

runningfrom2am · 3 months

Text

empty threats // LTPF

summary: you get in trouble at school, and don't want to go home just yet.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. they're just little in this one :'), so no real warnings. besides r being a little violent and threatening, but what's new lol. non-descript mentions and implications of abuse.

a/n: hi! thought i'd post this before s2 of cold nights bc,,, i'm not ready to let this series go just yet lol. this was (kind of) requested a couple of times so i do intend to write another thing ab them before the series! maybe p2 to 'the finer things in life'? lmk

(also would y'all call me crazy if i said this was based on something i actually did in middle school? yes? okay in that case that was a joke. thanks.)

series masterlist // playlist

You were having a bad day. A bad week. Bad month. The academy had not been treating you well this year- nothing really was. But school especially was kicking your ass.

You did well, consistently. A's, A+'s, and it was only at the small cost of your sanity. You hardly slept anymore- which is part of the reason your father started allowing you to wear makeup at the beginning of the year. To hide how dark the circles under your eyes were- how pale you were getting from lack of sunlight and exercise, and the bruises that happened to be visible on warmer days where you weren't required to wear your blazer.

You hadn't slept in a week, you were sure. It was hard to tell. Days and nights blurred together; you were effectively a zombie at fourteen. Even you knew that wasn't right.

"Y/N/N." You didn't realize you were falling asleep leaning on your palm, elbow pressed uncomfortably against the surface of the desk.

"Huh?" You blink rapidly, looking over to the source of your name.

"You okay?" Coryo chuckles quietly, looking you over as he almost always did.

"Never been better." You sigh, shaking your head to refocus yourself on writing the notes on the board.

"You sure about that? I'm not exactly inclined to believe you."

"Yes." You nod, having to lean to the side to even see the board. You didn't notice when Arachne finished her notes and stood right in your line of sight to talk to Livia, who was sitting in front of you.

Yes, your teacher had allowed you to discuss upcoming assignments when you were finished copying down the paragraphs on the board, but that didn't mean Arachne should block your view.

"Arachne." You say, waving for her to move when she looks down at you.

"Have you no manners?" She asks, tilting her head at you.

"Move. Please." You really don't have the patience to argue.

"No thank you, I'm alright here." She smiles, sickly sweet, before promptly returning to her conversation.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in before slowly letting it out through your nose. "I'm trying to write, and your massive head is blocking the entire board. Move, now."

Coryo snickers beside you, his notes already long done as he sits back to watch.

"We're trying to have a conversation. Some of us have lives outside of school, you know." Arachne digs her grave deeper, crossing her arms as she stares down at you.

You grip your pen in your hand so tight you're afraid it might break.

"Don't." Coryo says to you, reaching out to grab your shoulder in an effort to calm you. He knew this look on you; you looked like you were about to detonate.

You ignore him, trying to look past her again, but she takes a sidestep to the left intentionally blocking your view now. Back and forth, whichever way you lean she's conveniently moving to be right in your line of sight. You try to listen to Coryo and not cause a scene, you really do, but your patience was deteriorating by the second.

"Arachne, I swear to god I will hit you so hard with this book if you don't get out of my way that you'll have worse memory loss than usual. Move."

"Y/N/N, here, let's just switch. You can see just fine from-" Your friend suggests, already standing up to move and open his seat to you.

"Oh, is that so?" The girl laughs at you. "It's not like these notes will ever matter to you. You probably don't even know what that-"

Within a second you're standing, grabbing the textbook from your desk and swinging it at her.

It hits the side of her head with a loud crack that has her stumbling back. Other students are laughing, you can hear it, but only echoes as you breathe heavily.

You smile as she clutches the side of her head, stumbling down into her empty seat. "Thank you." You nod, moving to sit back down and resume taking your notes. Suddenly, you're feeling much more awake; refreshed at being able to channel your frustration into something physical.

Coryo stares at you, almost in shock. Almost, because Arachne should have known that coming from you, there was no such thing as an empty threat.

"Miss Y/L/N!" Your teachers voice bellows as Arachne starts to cry.

God, she's such a baby.

You aren't given the chance to defend yourself before Coryo is speaking up for you. "Sorry, Sir. She's just had a tough week." You shoot him a look and you can see the panic in his eyes, wracking his mind for a way to excuse your violence in a forgivable manner. "I'll take her down to the office." He's helping you up out of your seat before grabbing your books and your bag for you.

Your teacher clearly doesn't have the energy to get into it with you today so he nods, waving for the two of you to go.

"It's just, you know, lady problems." Coryo says as you pass the teacher on his way over to Arachne, who now has Livia fanning her face with a book as if that would help.

"Just, get her out of here." Your teacher says again.

"Of course you would know- just get your insane girlfriend away from me. I can't look at her anymore." Arachne whines, still clutching the side of her head.

You grit your teeth and jam your elbow into your friends ribs at the unnecessary comment right as you exit the doorway.

"Ow!" He winces, looking back to make sure no one saw. "I helped you!"

"I am not on my period, Coriolanus." You hiss, glaring up at him as he walks beside you. "You're such a pig."

"How am I supposed to know! I just know you assaulted Arachne and that's a hard act to excuse. I tried my best."

"You're lucky I'm not. If I was I'd gut you like a fish right now." You grumble, pulling your bag from his shoulder and giving him a shove back.

"I'll count myself lucky then." He chuckles. He never took anything mean you say to him too personally or too seriously. Your threats only ever seemed to be empty when they were directed at him.

"Coryo! Y/N/N! Wait!" You turn and cross your arms as you wait for Sejanus who's speed walking down the hall to catch up.

"Oh, you're late to the party." You grin, raising an eyebrow at him.

"He sent me to escort you guys, didn't want you to sneak off before actually going to the office." He explains as the three of you continue down the hall.

You groan, rolling your eyes. "Ugh, him too?"

"Gross." Coryo mutters.

"Excuse you, that was rude!" You laugh, bumping your shoulder against his arm. You didn't notice when he started to get taller than you, it seemingly happened overnight.

"And I stand by it." He replies, shaking his head at you as you gasp in mock offense.

"I'm wounded, Coryo. Truly."

"Yeah, you guys are never beating those allegations. Sorry." Sejanus laughs.

"True, but it would be nice if he didn't act like i'm repulsive all the time."

"I do not act like you're repulsive!"

"You guys argue like an old married couple. It's cute."

You don't know what prompted you to walk here. Anxiety, maybe, after the receptionist at the office was instructed by Dean Highbottom to call your father this afternoon while you were in the office.

You stand outside the entrance to Coryo's apartment building, pacing in your academy uniform. You stop, staring at the call panel.

"Level 12 Penthouse: Snow"

You chew your lip, looking down at your watch. It was almost five, you wasted time sitting in after school detention staring at the wall. Just press it. You didn't walk all this way just to go home anyways. Press it.

The buzzer is ringing out of the speaker before you can overthink it.

"Uh, hello?" His voice is crackly on the other end, hardly even audible if you weren't panicking over who would answer.

"Coryo, it's me. Can I come in?"

"Uh, hold on. I'll come down." His voice cuts out and you wait for the buzzer that signifies the door is unlocked, but it doesn't come.

You try the handle anyway, but it remains locked. You groan, peeking in for the first time through the large glass windows that made up the entrance to the lobby.

It was a damn mess in there. Garbage bags everywhere, it looked like the floors or the walls hadn't been cleaned in years. Why on earth was there no maintenance in his building? You knew he had a driver, a chef, maids to clean his own apartment, or so he said. Would it be so hard to have the building cleaned every week?

It's a good few minutes before you see your friend open the doors to the stairs, and looking over at the elevator while he walks up to the door you see there's a maintenance sign on it. That was broken, too. Your brow furrows as he walks up to the glass door, shoving it open.

"Y/N... What are you doing here?" He asks, and you give him a once over. He's still wearing his academy uniform, just like you, but without the skirt that drapes around his legs. The buttons are partially undone and buttoned unevenly.

"I, uh..." You start, giving a slight shake of your head. "Why are you still in your uniform?"

"I haven't had the chance to change.." He lies, eyeing you quizzically. He definitely won't be telling you that his only casual clothes are noticeably too small on him, ankles showing in the only pyjama pants he owns so he had to throw this back on in a rush. Usually, he just sleeps in his boxers and only leaves the house in dress clothes. "What's going on?" He asks, changing the subject.

You take a deep, shaky breath and shake your head. "I... was just hoping you'd want to hangout." You smile, but it's not convincing enough for him.

"Oh, uh, I'm a little busy right now..." He glances back inside.

"Of course. Yes. I'm sorry." You nod, slightly disappointed.

"But, I mean, it's just homework. If you have your stuff we could work on it together." He suggests, sensing your discomfort.

"Came straight from school!" You grin, patting your bag where it hangs at your waist.

"Uh, okay..." He chuckles a bit, checking the time on his watch before reaching past you to buzz his own apartment.

You wait for a moment before another voice rings out.

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Coryo, did you lock yourself out again?" His cousin sighs.

"Again?" You gasp, covering your mouth as you laugh quietly at him.

His cheeks flush. "No, I didn't. I was hoping you could bring my school bag down to me, Y/N and I are going to hers to work on homework."

Your smile fades as he volunteers your home. The reason you came was because you didn't want to go back there. Not yet.

"I'll be right down!"

You hear the click of it disconnecting and he smiles at you. "Just give her a minute."

"We can't- Uh..." How to word this without sounding weird. "My brother has friends over, I think. They're always super loud so that's why I came here..."

"Oh, okay. Well..." He looks back inside again. "We can find somewhere else to go. My grandma'am is sleeping, that's all."

You're both lying to each others faces and neither of you knew.

"Sounds good." You nod. "My brother and his friends are just like, so annoying. I wish they would just get together and like... read or something..." You laugh nervously, rubbing your arm.

"I get it." He hums and you laugh.

"As if, Coryo, you are that younger brother."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"This is exactly how my little brother fights with me so..."

"Except I don't have siblings. So that's impossible."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't."

"You do!" You laugh. "You realize the genetic components have like... nothing to do with that, right? Tigris is effectively your sister. You live together, for christs sake. Besides, I know I'm right because of... everything." You gesture to him vaguely and he glares at you.

"That's why we get along so well." You smile sweetly at him. "I'm a big sister. I know exactly how to handle little brothers. And you're used to having a big sister around, so you tolerate me."

"Tigris is not my sister, and you are nothing like her."

You playfully roll your eyes. "I wouldn't know. But I would bet money that we have more in common than you know."

"Definitely not." He protests, shaking his head as Tigris steps out of the stairwell with his book bag in hand. She smiles and waves at you as she comes up to the door, opening it to hand it out to him.

"Thank you." He nods, and she turns to you, blocking the door from closing as she stands there.

"Y/N, how are you?" She smiles, holding her housecoat around herself. It had been a long time since you'd seen her- she left the academy before you were old enough to study in the same buildings.

"I'm well, thank you." You smile. "Yourself?"

"I'm good." She nods. "How is school treating you?"

You laugh, shrugging and reaching up to rub your eyes. "Well enough, I suppose. Gives me something to do."

She smiles, sadly, and nods. You look over at Coryo quickly. "Should we be going then?"

He nods. "Yes, we should. Thank you, Tigris."

"Of course." She grins, waving you off as you make your way back down the steps ahead of him.

Coryo throws his bag over his shoulder, rushing to follow you as he notices his mismatched buttons and quickly tries to fix it. "Where do you want to go?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Maybe the park? It's a nice day out." You offer.

He looks around. It wasn't that nice- there was a thin overcast of clouds that suggested it may start to rain, and there wasn't much time before the sun would set. "I mean, it looks like it's going to rain. Noise doesn't bother me, we could just go to your house."

You sigh, looking down at your feet as you walk in no particular direction, kicking a stone across the broken pavement. "No." You quickly dismiss it. "What about the old bomb shelter? I know how to get into the one on my block. There's an unlocked door."

Your friend wrinkles up his nose at the suggestion. "Isn't it gross and dusty and dark?"

"It's not that bad." You laugh. "Don't be a baby."

"Do you remember the bombings?" You ask, pushing aside an old curtain in the underground shelter.

"I don't think I could forget if I wished to." Coryo mutters, looking around. It was dusty, but you had found a light switch very quickly. The lights overhead flickered after years of not being used, but for some reason, power was still connected. Like they were still on standby, waiting for another flood of terrified people to swarm in during the night after years of being left untouched.

"Me neither." You hum, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. "We slept over there." You point vaguely to a far corner of the vast space of old bunk beds and tables.

"Cozy." Coryo mumbles, stepping around a crack in the ceiling where water had dripped down into a puddle on the floor.

You laugh as you place your bag down on a table, quickly removing your blazer to dust off the bench next to it so the two of you could sit. You won't get in any more trouble for dirtying your uniform than you already are for hitting your classmate.

You lay the red material down across it and use your palms to wipe the table so your friend would be more comfortable placing his stuff there. "Here, sit." You smile, patting the spot next to yourself.

"Thanks." He nods, eyes locked on the yellowing bruise that falls around your wrist. It was previously unnoticeable under the shadow of your blazer sleeve, but now with only your blue dress shirt slightly folded up, it was clear as day. To him, anyway. His eyes flick up to your face as you dig through your bag, so blissfully unaware that now he knows why you came to him instead of going home. He hadn't thought of it before.

"Well?" You turn, raising an eyebrow at him when he doesn't make an effort to move. "You scared or something? I don't bite."

He shakes himself out of his stupor of realization. Maybe one day he would say something, but that certainly wouldn't be today. "I'm pretty sure you do." He jokes, sliding into the spot next to you.

"Oh, how you think so little of me." You laugh as he starts pulling papers and books out of his bag. A small smile tugs on his lips, but he doesn't look at you. You tilt your head a little bit, watching his movements closely. He's so sophisticated for a boy who just turned fourteen.

"I was working on math before you showed up. Want to do that first?" His lips are moving suddenly, and you only notice after that he's looking at you.

"Oh, yes. Sure." You smile, quickly turning back to your own notebooks and pulling out the right one. You didn't want to work on homework, not at all, but it was better than being at home.

"What page are you on?" Coryo asks absentmindedly, flipping through his textbook to note both where he is and where you are. You didn't need his help, but he was happy to offer it.

"236. You?"

"250."

"You're fast." You giggle, shaking your head as you look at him.

"Well, I had an hour when I got home, so..."

"Right." You wonder as you stare at his blonde curls if they get poofy when he brushes it. It must. He clearly hasn't had a haircut in quite a while. You twist the ends of your own hair between your fingers. You haven't either.

Coryo's brow is furrowed in concentration as he tries to read in the mediocre lighting, copying down the equation he was working on.

"Why are you friends with me?" You ask impulsively, and his writing hand freezes for just a moment.

"Because... You're nice to me." He answers simply, resuming the question he was on.

"I'm not that nice to you." You giggle. "Everyone is nice to you, mostly."

"Yes, well, you're funny too. It seems that all our classmates have monkey brains, or something."

"So you think I'm smart?" You tease, leaning your chin on your palm.

"Aren't you?" He deflects the question back to you, not risking looking your way.

"I like to think so." You shrug. "But that's not a good reason to be friends with someone."

"Then why are you friends with me?"

You bite your lip, picking up your pencil and suddenly finding an interest in the bite marks you've left in the wood over the last week. "I don't know." You say honestly. "You're nice to me... I suppose." You laugh, seeing the irony in your response.

Coryo finally looks at you, smiling knowingly. "See?"

"Okay, fine. But I like to think we get along really well, don't you think?" You really don't want to do your homework, deciding it would be better to just talk anyway. That's why you went to him, you realize. You wanted to talk.

"Sejanus said we bicker like an old married couple." He chuckles.

"Well, yes, but he's wrong. Besides, an old couple wouldn't be married if they didn't at least get along most of the time."

He nods, tapping his pencil against his notebook. "I guess you're right." He agrees. "But we don't really fight, it's just... pretend. You know that, right?" He looks at you hopefully, trying to pick up on a sense of understanding in your eyes.

"Well, duh." You giggle nervously. "If we really fought I wouldn't be your friend. I'd hit you with a book, as we know."

He nods, but doesn't laugh at your joke. "I wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Ever." Don't look at her wrist, don't look at her wrist, don't look at-

"I know." You nod, speaking quieter now as you feel the seriousness in his tone. The smile on your face is genuine, but he can tell it's forced beyond sadness. "Maybe that's why I'm friends with you."

"That's a good reason." He says softly, matching your smile. "Trust is the most important thing."

You think he doesn't know how much that means to you, but he does. You force yourself to look away quickly, torn between the urges to both cry and kiss him. You'd never kissed anyone before, but you'd decided when other girls started having boyfriends who they only stayed with for a week that if you had to pick anyone, it would be Coryo. Something tells you he wouldn't break your heart.

"So you trust me?" You ask, blinking away tears as you pretend to focus on your schoolwork.

"Of course I do."

taglist:@totallynotkaibiased , @stelleduarte , @klplynn , @secretsicanthideanymore , @bejeweledreverie , @gloryekaterina , @andrewgarfieldsbitch , @queenofspades6 , @pepperonipastas , @ladybug0095 , @lunamothwrites , @sbrewer21 , @mus-tbe-a-weasley , @splxtscreen , @unclecrunkle , @karmaswitch , @coconut-dreamz , @nekee-lilac02 , @ooooglymoooogly , @riddlerloveb0t , @lovedbalances , @notyourwildestdream , @snowlandson-top , @too-lit-for-fanfic , @utopiakys , @deafeningballoonnacho , @roosterschanelslut , @chmpgneprblem , @cosmoetik , , @urvampgfsworld , @carolanns-world @nan-nie , @shakespearseclipse , @iovemoonyy , @notyoursweetheart-honey , @xyzstar , @eatpizzasass, @slytherinholland , @queenofshinigamis , @elodiebeau , @soulessjourney , @that-veela-girl

202 notes · View notes

meatballlady · 2 months

Text

The Hidden Prophecy Hypothesis

Here I am throwing an idea into the mix for s2 theorizing. Maybe it has been mentioned before, lmk if there are related metas out there already!

(disclaimer to not tag Neil!!! I don't want this to be shot down if it's a real possibility)

Here's my proposition:

At its core, the idea is that there is an information disparity between A/C and the audience, based on some source of knowledge that was not directly mentioned in S2 (i.e. hidden from the audience).

Between the events of S1 and S2, A/C came into contact with some sort of information about the future/H&H's strategy(ies)/etc. I'm calling this the hidden prophecy, but it could really be anything at all! A copy of Hell's plans from Shax, human prophecies, thorough reading of past assignments, etc.*

Immediate interpretation of the prophecy: In order for the apocalypse to happen, Aziraphale and Crowley need to kickstart it together.

Another main point of the prophecy: The trigger for the prophecy's events will be that someone (some angel?) will show up alone unexpectedly and ask them for help.

Also included are some vague details/triggers for the prophecy (which end up happening in S2 but aren't clear until after they happen)

Obviously A/C are not fans of this idea. They have an ongoing disagreement about the interpretation above, in fact.

Aziraphale believes there is a deeper interpretation of the prophecy if they research it enough. i.e. that they can work together without accidentally starting the apocalypse

Crowley believes they shouldn't fuck with it - that they should avoid each other entirely once the triggers start happening, to completely avoid any risk of accidentally kickstarting the apocalypse by working/being together.

* my partner believes this has to do with the second Agnes Nutter book. There are still many many ways to get a prophecy to someone even if the pages were burnt.

Cue season 2.

Open questions this could provide answers for:

Do the characters have more information than the audience and if so, why does it still look like they're flailing? They don't know "what's actually going on", they just have different expectations/starting points than the audience.

Why Crowley reacted very poorly to Gabriel showing up, and why he was so angry about leaving "so. this is how you want to do it." He thinks Aziraphale has ruined it already by asking for his help; also he doesn't want to stop talking to Aziraphale yet (he never will ofc)

Why Aziraphale got so pissy when Crowley said he wouldn't help with Gabriel "but if you won't, you won't." He thinks they can work together on the Gabriel thing, so obviously they don't need to avoid each other yet!

The weirdness about the apology dance: There was additional context to it, even though it was, ultimately, about the Jimbriel thing. Crowley was apologizing for being wrong about needing to not work together, not for not wanting to take care of Gabriel

Why they continue to look for clues outside of the Jimbriel question. They are looking for other prophecy triggers/apocalypse triggers.

Why Aziraphale acts with urgency around the ball. He is suspicious that Crowley was right and this is his last chance to host something for him.

Why the Metatron wanted Aziraphale (and possibly Crowley) back in Heaven

The final fifteen. They finally realize that Gabriel wasn't the trigger; the Metatron was. Aziraphale is still desperately insistent on working together, despite "realizing" Crowley may be right that they shouldn't. Crowley wants to work together but thinks they can't. They're both conflicted - about being right or not, about what the prophecy actually meant, and about how they will move forward. Maybe they both now agree that they shouldn't work together (which in s3 we will find out is actually incorrect), but they also both don't want to stop.

Loose ends from s1, such as the second prophecy book, the lack of mention of A/C addressing "the really big one" (i.e. because they already have and just don't bring it up)

Why "they aren't talking" now, per Neil - they think that it would move the apocalypse along to do so.

Why I like this idea (so far):

It doesn't retcon the final fifteen (only provides additional context)

(the additional angst potential for the final fifteen)

It is easy to explain to an audience

It is an "elegant" solution, i.e. doesn't ask more questions than it answers

Understanding of S2 would not be required to understand S3 - it just provides additional flavor to s2.

Open questions this doesn't seem to provide (direct/immediate, at least) answers for:

Maggie

The flashbacks

The 25 Lazarii miracle

The Halo

What Crowley was doing in Heaven

The discontinuities

#gos2 #good omens spoilers #good omens #gos3 #aziraphale #crowley #good omens theory #good omens meta #oops I pressed post instead of edit #oh well #it's mostly put together #you get the gist

30 notes · View notes

meadowlarkx · 8 months

Text

Explore my bookshelf!

Tagged by @searchingforserendipity25 @jouissants and @swanmaids! Thank you so much 💕💕

An estimate of how many physical books I own: I really have no idea especially because they're not all in one place right now. Maybe 200-300? Hmm. A lot (to me)

Favorite author: Tolkien right now? Ursula Le Guin? I really like Sarah Waters and as a wee lass I really adored Patrick Rothfuss. Umm. I realize I usually tend to pick stuff to read from individual authors based on their premise instead of going through an author's repertoire. Sorry, authors. But it's genuinely hard for me to pick a favorite since they all strike different notes! Fandom writers I've known past and present also loom large here for me.

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: Hmm maybe The Locked Tomb? The vibes just seem too ironic for me. But I might still read it sometime, it just hasn't grabbed me yet. Probably also Discworld. Sorry to everyone.

A popular book I thought was just meh: The Song of Achilles... Whoops. Anyway, I found some aspects of the writing style lovely, but as a story and a retelling it majorly fell flat for me.

Longest book I own: Les Misérables probably, or one of the big compiled editions of Shakespeare or Austen

Longest series I own all the books to: Hmm, I think A Song of Ice and Fire from my fan days in high school—but kinda by accident (I'd already read the last books on ebook when I was gifted them). Still surprises me to think I do actually own all of those tomes in hard copy

Prettiest book I own: Mariana and the Merchild... yes it's a children's picture book. And you've almost certainly heard me bring it up sometime. Lesbian-coded child-rearing of my heart. Look at the pictures!

A book or series I wish more people knew about: As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann—imagine a fictional microhistory that's also a darkly painted yet tender and gripping gay romance that's also about utopian experiments and the English Civil War. When Fox is a Thousand by Larissa Lai—this book is a dream, a messy and confusing dream, but I recommend it to everyone ever! Chinese folklore and mythology, queer and sapphic-ness, through time and space from ancient China to modern-day immigrant communities in Canada—so touching and really beautiful. Many moments from this one still stick in my brain.

Series: The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud—OK, it's been a while since I read this in full, and I just said I don't always like irony and these books are crammed full of silly little jokes and targeted towards a younger audience, BUT just thinking about them makes me tear up with emotion. Ages-old wry shapeshifting djinni, snotty-kid-becomes-politician, and hardened girl from the underclass navigate an alternate magical-spirits-powered British imperialism. It's queer and incisive TO ME.

Nonfiction: A Biography of No Place by Kate Brown, about borderland villages in Soviet Ukraine and the drastic changes in structures/social organization and identities that occurred from 1920-1950. Poorly said but I just think the perspective this book takes is unique and insightful and empathic and everyone should read it.

Book I'm reading now: The Bandit Queens and Lays of Beleriand. In theory I'm reading them hell yeahhh

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino and The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison. I checked both of these out to read over the summer and renewed them like 3 times and did I read them... no I did not. Also a bunch more are on the TBR but you know how it is

Do you have any books in a language other than English: La Reine Margot in French is the one I tried seriously to read in recent times, but I have some others in French and Spanish, mostly from high school. 1 in Czech (a copy of With Fire and Sword I have from @sparklingdali for the pictures ❤️). Polish With Fire and Sword & The Deluge pdfs & a couple of physical books ambitiously in Polish, emphasis on the ambition part.

Paperback, hardcover, or ebook? Ideally I check out whatever version the library has. I prefer physical copies and I guess paperbacks, but I'll do ebooks if I have to! At this point I try to only actually buy (hopefully secondhand) books I think I'm really going to want to keep, because I already have too many to move with

Tagging @themelodyofsilence @nibi-nix @tuulikki @sparklingdali @bachaboska if you'd like to do this, and anyone else who hasn't done it yet!

#*i didn't mention orhan pamuk in authors. i failed on that #my posts #tag meme #have been enjoying you guys' recs! 💖

10 notes · View notes

foxpunk · 10 months

Text

like, on one hand i get it. i logically understand the motives behind why tumblr is making the decisions they are making. i just do not think that their motives MUST line up with these specific decisions.

in the end, tumblr needs more revenue. full stop. that is not up for debate. if they do not get it somehow, then tumblr is going to shut down because they simply cannot keep things running, and it will happen much MUCH sooner than most of y'all are at all prepared for. hell, it's already something they've been delaying well past when other sites would have been scrapped (well...aside from twitter but that is a recent and extreme example).

so i get why they need more activity, i get why they need more users, i get why they need to have a shop and micro-transactions. i truly do.

but tumblr is not going to be gaining any new users if it becomes a copy-cat for something that already exists. the amount of new and active and dedicated users they will get is minimal when those users can simply be active on another app/site that does the same thing (and likely already does it better). why seek out tumblr when every other app already has an algorithmic main feed? why seek out tumblr when every other app has live video? why seek out tumblr when every other site has a minimally customizable default profile?

what makes tumblr what it is? the surface answer is it's the communities and the fandoms and the memes, but what is it about tumblr that allowed these to develop the way they did? it certainly wasn't an algorithm, or live stream, or online shop.

if you want people to get hooked on tumblr, show them what they can do HERE that they CAN'T simply do on another app. yeah sure all the new features (live, for you, etc.) are fun for new users who are used to twitter and instagram and the like, and the option to use them can make those new users feel less out of their depth. but if that's all you're promoting they aren't gonna stick around, cause they can get that literally anywhere else. if you're gonna try n sell tumblr as a product then you need to realize the key to selling a product amongst competition is making it so that people need that product and what it offers Specifically.

one thing i never see talked about for this is hashtags not just as a promotional tool but as an organizational one. you can search through specific blog and see everything in a specific tag On That Blog. thats HUGE. it's SO useful. regardless of how it can mess up at times, literally NO other modern social media site lets you do that! livejournal and wordpress are the only things that come close, and livejournal is old as shit and largely inactive, while wordpress has a VERY different target audience.

pair that together with how reblogs work and you have an AMAZING thing going here and you're just letting it Sit There with no spotlight on it.

another thing: ASKS. GOD. WHY ARE Y'ALL NOT PROMOTING ASKS. HELLO. they're such a fun and unique way to interact on this site. the messenger is great but every social media has DMs these days. asks are something truly different and, again, they're just sitting there with NO spotlight on them.

another recent feature that i actually really really love is reblog controls. they are separate from having to turn your entire account private to get people to not look at/spread a post. they're perfect for people who don't want to bother password protecting their entire damn blog but still don't want a certain post spreading. talk about that! i'm sure it'd draw some people away from twitter, since you have to adjust privacy settings for your entire profile if you wanna manage who can and can't interact with a tweet.

and if you're worried about people being confused by reblogs and replies and the like. it is literally as simple as having a little slide show with cute graphics explaining what those are when people are signing up. hell, make multiple cute little slideshows. explain reblogs vs replies, explain tags and the specific way they work on tumblr, explain the different sections on the dash. don't make it little pop text bubbles on the dashboard, people hate pop ups. 9/10 they are not gonna look at them or accidentally click out of them and then they're gone and your user is lost. just have it be a page people are directed to before they hit the dashboard. it is THAT simple. let people be able to revisit that page easily. boom. one and done. you had that annoying ass wind up denture icon popping up for all of us, why not put a little icon in the corner for new accounts to revisit the "tutorial" if they forgot something? it literally is that easy it is SO easy. holy shit.

if you're so worried about users being confused by anything different from other social media, it's your job to EXPLAIN THOSE DIFFERENCES. NOT squash them out, are you fucking kidding me hellooo!! sure okay make things a lil more streamlined and definitely improve WCAG, but don't just fucking toss out features that aren't ACTUALLY complicated or inaccessible!! GODDD

it is not actually that complicated to explain a few new concepts to new users. learn how to frame things in a fun way upon sign-up instead of obfuscating any and all information behind 10 different staff/support/wip/changes/etc blogs and the least helpful help desk in existence.

also, i know they already clarified they aren't gonna be doing this, but if they push non-optional algorithm onto the Main Feed i'm gonna blow this whole place up (for legal reasons i must clarify this is a Joke). like. just find me on mastodon at that point.

edit: to clarify what i've already said. i think having algorithmic options (OPTIONAL options) for new users is Fine in the end. like, it's a fair compromise (mentioned that in some tags earlier but realized i didn't say that on this post specifically). i have issues with how it's opt-OUT rather than opt-IN, but in the end it's not really going to affect much (so long as chrono feeds are an option, and are not taken from users who already have them set as chrono). and honestly neither will all the smaller (general UI) changes they are going to be experimenting with. the site and it's core features will largely function the same way.

i'm mostly frustrated with tumblr making all these changes to conform rather than to stand out from the pack.

the one thing i AM worried about is that they hinted at messing with reblogs and replies more though. don't touch them lol. like i said, just actually explain shit to your new users and you'll be FINE lord almighty

#im already on mastodon but i know lots of ppl feel understandably confused by it #anyways #christ #long post #like. LONG post lol

7 notes · View notes

vinnyistired · 1 year

Text

Twitter doomscrolling

CW: heavy topics such as mental health issues, transphobia, physical and digital self harm, and are all mentioned (sometimes in an irreverent tone/black comedy)

I have no idea how to use tumblr or how to tag things so if this is sloppy I apologize.

I realized recently that twitter is quickly becoming a digital self harm machine for me. I originally signed up for it to post about my now defunct yt channel and twitch. It slowly evolved into a way to discover new artists, memes, and be a goblin with people. I would never retweet furry art for fear of friends finding out my interest in that stuff and get hectored for it, then suddenly peoples likes appeared on the tl which indirectly outed me as a furry. oops :V

Anyway point is the ratio of chill and doom scrolling was skewed heavily towards posi-vibes, and when there was some terrible news it would be sprinkled between memes and thicc furry women. It was sparce enough that I wasn't overwhelmed by it, and If it was a big deal I would look into it later on my own and/or talk about it with friends.

Somewhere along the line the ratio flipped. To be honest, this is mostly my fault. I somehow ended up following over a thousand people who are all mostly like-minded politically. After I got over my big brain enlightened centrist phase- which I got over very quickly after I put my money where my mouth is and genuinely tried to listen to both sides and learned that a lot of the far right are, as the kids say, "mad cringe"- I realized I was left leaning. I'm also bi and like when PoC aren't being systemically racist upon'd (?), so I naturally gravitated towards like minded people. Especially furries. Like, a lot of furries.

I'm not bringing up political ideologies to call out everyone that disagrees with me as being shrimp brained dildos (they are though, especially about video game and cartoons), I need to paint the landscape of my timeline for you. I'm sure if you've read this far you either figured out where this is going or have a similar twitter experience; Hundreds of people retweet the same tragedies, doom posts, or some kind of calls to action to cancel or unfollow someone for reasons ranging from something as severe and legitimately concerning as grooming to something as meaningless as they're an artist that *checks notes* gave someone's shoulders and knees a uh... slight blush/warm red glow...?

It's too fucking much, but I still blame myself. Despite the toll it takes I keep opening the app, I keep scrolling through my timeline wading through it all for a crumb of muscular orc gf art or a meme about a dude eating dirt or something. I know what's there, I know its going to upset me but I keep doing it. Recently I started keeping track of who was liking and retweeting all this shit and I noticed a pattern; a shotgun blast of bad news, all retweeted within a minute or two between each other by the same account. It read something like this:

TRANS PERSON MURDERED IN HATE CRIME

LIST OF CONTENT CREATORS THAT GROOMED MINORS

HEARTBREAKING: GUY YOU HATE HAS ABSOLUTE DOGSHIT OPINION

Cat pic :3

AI ART, VOICES, AND DEEP FAKES ARE RUINING LIVES

POLITICIAN SERVES 2 DAYS HOUSE ARREST AFTER DRUNK DRIVING THROUGH A SCHOOL

soft cute art uwu

THREAD WITH PICS OF 27 MORE TRANS PEOPLE WHO WERE MURDERED

ELON MUSK MAKING THE WORLD WORSE

ANDREW TATE

I wish I was exaggerating when I say this, but copy and paste that 52 times from different people and that's my timeline. It's affecting my mood and my energy but I can't stop looking. I have no other social media outlets because ironically I have issues socializing and putting myself out there. It's now at the point where my brain now focuses on who is posting it.

I'm very cynical due to being afflicted with what therapists call "heavy lore", so I can't help but wonder; are the people retweeting this stuff even reading it? Do they think about it? Like I said four tangents ago, that pattern was retweeted by the same person in less than a minute. So.. what is this for? Clout? Have we gotten to the point where it is now a social obligation to retweet shit like that to let everyone know "Hey I care, I'm not a prick, please don't unfollow me!" or "As an empath, everyone needs to know I am capable of empathy, lest they neglect to like comment and superscribe". Maybe it stems from a feeling of powerlessness. Almost like they figure there's nothing we can do, so let's shove it in everyone's face in the hopes that it reaches the very few that actually have the power to get the train moving.

I'm sure people with the reading comprehension of a toothpick will think "Guess you hate all those people who died/suffered/are in need huh? Sorry to disrupt your furry porn with the REAL WORLD, BRO.", but the reality is that I do care. We all do. The issue is that shoving it in each others' faces to affirm that yes, we all agree that this is terrible and deserves to be rectified, but it is exhausting when it's coupled with the fact that we lack the power to make lasting change alone, and those who have the power to make a change refuse to do it.

We do it in the hopes it reaches new eyes and ears, but... we are all within the same circles. Sure, it might reach someone outside of our normal circle, but chances are their circle overlaps with ours. We're creating a feedback loop that is inducing some kind of social energy debt to a social circle that ultimately already knows and agrees that the bad thing that happened is bad. We are all allowing what is arguable the lamest and most infuriating kind of vampire sink it's crusty teeth into us, and its not at all hot like it is with actual vampires, and all it does is remind me how truly powerless I am in the face of these tragedies.

I know other people feel it too, because I never see people rally and take action to change systemic issues that matter. I watched people use more energy to get rid of cartoon characters they deemed problematic -in shows they don't even watch- than they have on anything actually useful. I know it sounds like I'm being judgy and harsh, but I will be the first to admit that I am plat II in slacktivism just like every other terminally online person I know. But again, I can't even blame them. They are using what little power they have to do something they feel is making some kind of change for the better.

I've reread this, and I think I figured out my problem. It's not that the problems themselves are insurmountable and unending, it's the unending avalanche of tragedy that is my timeline that makes it seem like these issues can't be conquered. The progress the world has made despite the misguided people that stand in the way is substantial despite the long road we still have to walk. That being said my mental health is on a steady decline and I need to mute or unfollow some mfers cause they seem to feed on it. I spoke with some friends about it and they gave me a new perspective on it. When you're depressed, the easiest emotion to access is anger. In a weird way we are all participating in the perpetuation of an anger economy just to feel fucking anything. This might sound weird, but I think I'm substituting physical self harm with digital self harm. It would explain why I can't stop despite it siphoning what little energy I have left from day to day life. I'm confident in this theory because I've physically hurt myself before, and all of this evokes similar feelings of both anger and guilt.

Whatever the case it's keeping me from seeing friends' art and posts, furry stuff, and terrible memes, and I think we can all agree that is the most tragic part of all of this.

#twitter #doomscrolling #rant #vent post

7 notes · View notes

shadowkat678 · 1 year

Text

I posted 26,487 times in 2022

That's 6,310 more posts than 2021!

247 posts created (1%)

26,240 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@acidmatze

@taulupis

@bumblerhizal

@meabeck

I tagged 634 of my posts in 2022

#the legend of vox machina - 30 posts

#tlovm spoilers - 26 posts

#unreality - 19 posts

#critical role - 18 posts

#dungeons and dragons - 16 posts

#tlovm - 10 posts

#the raven queen - 10 posts

#toh spoilers - 9 posts

#lovm spoilers - 8 posts

#the owl house spoilers - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but i have it on good authority their home blueprints of the layout shows that the true basement should be ten feet deeper from the stairs

My Top Posts in 2022:

👀

44 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

So apparently people really like my Dragon Heist remix!

It has been suggested I put all my documents in actual PDFs and sell them on DMS Guild but I have no idea how to do that. Maybe eventually.

But in the meantime y'all can check it all out here!

Anyway tell me what you think. This was a lot of work and yes I do seek validation. Any ideas on areas I could expand upon more? What I should tackle next? Let me know!

45 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

I want to see my writing be psychoanalyzed like I see with media on Tumblr. That’s how I’ll know I made it. I don’t care if I sell like 100 copies of something one day someone can send me a letter digging into the details and writing a ten page essay and I’ll be like “Okay I’m content now.”

46 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

Well I was blocked so let me just put this here.

Asexual cisgender people are, by default, not hetrosexual cisgender. It doesn't matter if they're romantically attracted to the opposite sex or not. They are not cishets, and in places where any queerness is punished by law and by social norms, being a queer identity is enough to put you in danger.

Even if you're operating under the assumption that in places like the USA ace and aro people don't face as much structural impression, that absolutely IS NOT TRUE everywhere. When gay people are thrown off buildings, and someone hears you say you're Xsexual instead of cishet, they are not going to pause to ask the nuances. They will hate and harm you for the sole reason of existing as a queer person.

I've seen aces and aros have to run away from their home countries right alongside trans and gay people who had to.

It's 2022. Can we please stop the discourse over this and realize any queer person, in a good very sizable chunk of the world, will not get you ANY amount of privilege akin to being a cishet.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk and that is the end of my thoughts on the matter.

51 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So I got this new ad:

And got ~vibes~, so I looked it up and when I dug into it this school is a Catholic organization that's widely been blasted for pushing native cultural assimilation in their past. Supposedly they're currently trying to right wrongs and pushing classes that teach native languages and crafts.

But I know there's been talk about stuff still occuring and being swept under the rug as well as avoiding responsibility for past actions by shutting down lawsuits and supporting laws that protect them from legal action.

I'm not native, but I wanted to draw attention to this new ad and see if there's any native users who know more that can chime in on this.

I'm going to blaze this post in hopes of getting seen by someone with more knowledge on this. On the surface my first impression was it was a school run by native cultural activists pushing to teach kids more about their culture, as I've heard of them popping up more to fight back against historical assimilation. But it's a Catholic school and, uh, they obviously have a HISTORY behind them that's not great, to put it mildly.

346 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

1 note · View note

stabbedinthenameofscience · 2 years

Text

Sometimes, you come across a fic that just nails it for you - sometimes a few of them, all by the same author. So you save it, or maybe you just bookmark it, but however you do, you know it marked your spirit in one way or another. So you try to hold onto it.

Then it disappears - the author pulls it down, you lose the file, something. But it's still lodged in there and you want to find it again because something about it just itches at you and has buried deep. So you go looking for it. You scour old hard drives, backups, etc., you hit the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine and various site caches and when you find it again, you copy and paste that entire damn thing into an email and you print it to PDF and you save it in six different places because you are NOT losing that thing again, even if you know there reason it disappeared was because the author was Put Through Some Stuff and pulled it. Because that story has wriggled itself into you in a way that you didn't expect.

And then you put off reading it again because you just don't want to risk it not being the same this next time around. It's been years, after all, and maybe you misremembered things, or maybe you're a different person now, or maybe there are bits of it you're just not sure will be comfortable anymore, based on the changes you've gone through. Months later, maybe even a year, you realize you can put files on your own Kindle via email and you add it, along with dozens of other fics, because this is the nudge you need to get back to reading. But you still don't pick it up yet. It's there, waiting, but...what if it isn't the same? The emotions that are tied to it are precious.

I recently picked that story back up. I read it over three days. Sixteen chapters, amongst working, raising kids, caring for the household. I realized something about why the particular pairing means what it does to me, given where I was in my life at the time. I realized one of the reasons why this particular person is a comfort character and why this particular author's writing of them worked for me, especially in this often-criticized ship.

Coming back to this after so long, after such a long journey to find it again, after so much work to bring this back to my life, has been a joy. I wish I could tag the author (they're still on here, even if they've moved into other writing areas), but I don't think they'd want this particular story highlighted publicly, given they pulled it. That I have been able to identify why I connect to this character and pairing has been lovely and the time I've spent with this story over the past few days has brought me great joy. It's reminded me why I love the fandom the way I do and why I got into reading and writing fanfic to begin with.

So much love.

2 notes · View notes

thewul · 2 months

Text

"He looked relaxed, smiling, very friendly even, at times he looked at you a certain way when you least expected it, as if to ascertain what he was looking at, some people he liked, he would always be there if they needed him, not just as a friend but as someone they could count on for a lifetime, and there were others, and it was all in the way he looked at you, whether he liked what he saw in your eyes, or not at all"

Still looking for Dusk Bird in these novels, and it seems he has resurfaced in Sunset Creek not as Billy Perkins not as the obvious main character, but as the gray suit man who's barely there or he's there for a job he has to do and he's gone, as a professional hitman, he's still Matt Pawn in Dream Chaser, the humanitarian doctor

So the poker night part ahead of us, and I also realize that we are still telling the story of Atlantic city and the neighborhood Perkins grew up in, still lives there, plays poker with older folks, his retired neighbors

For now we are going to post the update ebook, resume things where left them later on, the focus is on completing chapter IV, so that it is done and we are that close, we have to successfully render a poker night where a lot of things are said, important things

About life, his neighbors are retired they had their shares of troubles and successes in life, and they're looking at him still young, playing poker with them, why isn't he having fun with a younger crowd his age, partying getting drunk and chasing girls, how come he's already spending time with them, learning from them, saying things that are not even his age as if he had their experience in life

And how on earth is he different from about every other youngster they know, not wanting to have everything now money success women fast cars, it's like he's not after anything and waiting for his moment, he knows the value of patience which comes often much later in life, they more they consider it he's onto something big, but what is it, they ask all sorts of questions not directly but, and Perkins well he doesn't know himself what it is

Or he's bluffing all the way to the bank, good looking, smart, good instincts, well mannered, maybe he's thinking that the spreadsheet copy and paste life is going to crumble of its own, he's worth more than that and he knows it, all he has to do is wait

There's no here take a look at my hand in poker, and poker is life

He's sitting at a poker table with guys that are going to lose one after the other, O'Connor, Sullivan, Richardson, Weissman, Dillinger, what do you do tell them, why you're a charity business, no no let's play all the way, put all of those chips on the table and more

What they don't see in you they don't see in themselves, as simple as that, and if life isn't something it's a rerun

Well the poker night, Whiskey Poker, is already shaping up as more than 530 words, meaning possibly we could displace all of Humpty Dumpty to chapter V, so keep tagging along Humpty Dumpty eventually you will settle somewhere

#HUGO BOSS

0 notes

be-good-be-safe-be-kind · 8 months

Text

journal time, i guess. woke up from a nap that i didn't remember taking. checked notifications and found that apparently i had a lot to say to some friends before that. it looks familiar and i was awake for that, but it's also sort of like looking back with a hangover. like being vaguely aware of words and actions when drinking but the impact of it on other people doesn't really register until later when you sober up and realize oh that happened.

also if the reblogs here and another blog are anything to go by, last night/this morning was at least one small kiddo and possibly an older one as well. which sucks for a lot of reasons:

i'm still not convinced i'm actually a system; i'm definitely dissociative and have the diagnoses and decades of therapy and hospitals to back that up, but chalk a lot up to me and not-me and leave it at that

i have a lot of not-me moments and a lot of smaller ones, like weird memory-reality glitches of like, i'm seven i'm immortal i'm twenty-five i'm ageless i'm sitting on my bed but it's not my bed where am i when am i

building off ^ , the posts of school supplies and sippy cups, playgrounds and those rooms - i'm not sure what the significance of those things are but my gut does not have a good feeling about it

the residual feelings from being small are unpleasant, and i'm left with a sense of embarrassment while at the same time having no sense of the concept

the reblogs are from niche interests or system blogs which i don't follow or actively seek. which is fine, i tend to reblog more based on tags than users anyway, but sometimes i filter and/or preemptively block certain types of blogs to avoid content and it seems like those filters were bypassed

usually reblogs are based on drafts, and based on the sources i'm pretty sure most of the things from earlier weren't drafts

🦄 is small and the idea of them pushing the show content button from filtered posts isn't great. i know a lot of the filters are useless anyway and depend on how other users tag, but with the specific kiddo interests and blogs centered around things like nostalgia, the hidden content can be almost anything, and almost anything can be a trigger

sometimes feels like me or 🛡️are 'in the car' with the smalls when they're driving or in the passenger seat, but i don't think/have a feeling that happened earlier (and i know earlier i was doubtful of being a system, but the car analogy has been in play for nearly a decade at this point to describe the me not-me situations)

some of the posts and drafts tagged with 🦄 don't fit with my view/understanding of them, which is fine, they're meant to be their own anyway, but some seem... not wrong, but wrong for them? like maybe it was just copy/paste and/or me not knowing the overlaps with them but gut feeling says there's something else going on

additional notes/stuff about what the tags here mean/how they're meant to work:

tags are more like emotions/feelings/memories/actions/things than names; there's overlap with some of the parts and i don't want to (over)think the distinctions when i can just point out a general association to them. (🦄 has they/them pronouns in a collective/plural sense; different personal pronouns)

also applies to myself/how i view myself. me, not-me, singular, system, whatever (they/them pronouns for me in a nonbinary/agender sense). with the fandom stuff and the more informative/reminder type of posts, tags are mainly for organization and archival clarity, so the 'name tag' doesn't really matter

there's notes in different notebooks and journals and discord and other shit with names, a sort-of sketch page of them that i gave to therapist and we reference sometimes, and moments of 'after' where i can name a not-me. but for the semblance of privacy and the 'but am i even a system' thing, we got emoji tags and maybe initials

the tags are for things that remind me of them or for when there's like influence/feelings between us and it's like, sign off with this to keep track of whose thoughts/ideas/feelings are associated with something. tags are usually put on drafts, and then whoever scrolls through it like it's the dashboard and pushes the post button whenever

on that note, signing off as 👤 for now because this took way too long to write up and i can't look at this stuff any more

#📝#👤

0 notes

coolsharkpirate · 10 months

Note

"It does seem the Mweor community and every one in it did matter to me more than I did them."

that's such self-pitying manipulative bullshit.

You did matter to the mweor community. It just matters more that you were a Nazi. And it should matter more that you were a nazi. You're not going to garnish any more sympathy with that whole "pity me" act.

Imagine finding out your favorite coworker was a pedophile. It doesn't matter how many times they covered your shift or what your inside jokes were, they're a fucking pedophile.

And you were a nazi.

if you are doing this, then stop sending anonymous asks pretending to be someone "protecting" you from bullying. Stop engaging in conversations about you- you left, you're not welcome in here, stop yelling from the metaphoric parking lot. Stop posting in the tags, stop engaging in the community, go find some other cat sim.

Also quit making up sad reasons to gain any money from this whole ordeal and just stick all your items in the dumpster, put your customs on 0, remove the email from your account recovery and change your password to some copy/pasted random assortment of letters you'll never remember. If youre actually sorry, Make it to where you can't come back to this community.

Until you do that, all you're going to keep doing is pestering a mostly minority community because we were not comfortable associating with a nazi.

This is fair, I am going to stick up for myself slightly though because I'm tired of this and am finally coming out of a confusion fog since December.

I never idolized, agreed with, or thought Nazis were right. When I agreed to Fossil calling me a Neo-Nazi it was a snap reaction because I wasn't thinking straight, and thought Neo-Nazi was a term for someone who did dark humor, or stupid shit like thay. It was a fucking stupid error and after I said it I realized I'd never be able to fix it. I know no one is going to believe that, but that's fine. I know that I'm a much different person than I was then, have grown and learned internet manners, and I'm just going to have to accept I fucked up.

I have never hated anyone because of their religion, race, ethnicity, or anything, except fascists. You're right, if I found out my favorite coworker was a pedophile I wouldn't want to be around them, I would probably not be allowed to because I wouldn't just chase them off, I'd be in jail for assault.

Also I'm sending no one anons, if I want to send an ask Id keep my name attached to it, because I'm not a coward. I own up to what I've done, and I'm sorry I'm having trouble accepting consequences for something that happened a decade ago, which only seems to have come up because someone was looking to start something.

Also, making up reasons? I'm legit in the hospital, I have been since Wednesday, I am having trouble breathing, my SPO2 is in the 80's when I'm not on oxygen, I have IVs in both hands and one of my arms. I have an accordion drain shoved into my spleen because the abscess I didn't know was there was on the verge of rupturing, I am on so many meds and antibiotics, I am one step above being in ICU.

I'm sorry if I ever thought maybe I could get a little help out because this is going to be an expensive ass stay. I haven't seen Bean since Friday, because the unit I'm in is for at risk patients.

Here's some pictures I just took, just for you, because I'm in some serious pain and if you think I'm faking this, you can fuck all the way off.

0 notes

guardianofthemultiverses · 2 years

Text

Things Most Creators Don't Think About

So I've posted this before on Deviant Art, but it applies everywhere so I figure I'd post it here too. I've made minor changes though so it's relevant to here.

1. It helps others find your work in multiverses IF you start by naming the file with the multiverse FIRST rather than some random tag/title or not naming it at all and using a random jumble of letters/numbers.

- Being the Guardian of the Multiverses, this annoys me to no end when I'm going through images.

- This also helps Creators who use references and keep said references, if you have like... 20 different references of Undyne (for example) and maybe only like 2 of your own artwork... it's a heck of a lot faster to find your OWN work by putting the AU (or some other title) BEFORE naming it "undyne" or "the undying" or "fish lady" or whatever else because these titles are so over used.

2. If you create it... it appears in the Multiverse.

Whether you mean it to be taken seriously or not.

This is a HUGE one... there's so many crack/sh*/joke posts etc of characters... no one wants to take responsibility and realize that their creations ACTUALLY end up in the multiverse.

So yeah... that sh* post you made about a fan child of two different AU Sanses that you mean just to be funny to a friend? Guess what. They're now real. You created a new life.

Congratulations.

3. The difference between an AU and an AT ... most think just redesigning the characters' looks makes it an AU so they slap that title on whatever they're doing. Nope. Sorry, your new world is not an AU just because Papyrus has an orange turtle neck and is in the Royal Guard. That's not how AU and ATs function. Try again.

4. Connecting related pages.

- If you're completely new to posting online... okay. I get it. But there's plenty of examples in your fandom (and on the web as a whole) that should show that you CAN connect related content... like comic pages or different chapters in literature. Try doing it. (I'm still new to tumblr myself so I'm still trying to figure this one out... it happens)

- Nothing more annoying than playing a "where's the next page" game with a profile because the Creator couldn't take the 10 seconds it takes to connect something. I'm probably exaggerating here because I tend keep the tab of the previous thing I'm working on (comic or story) open before I post the new one. So it does not take me even 10 seconds to do a copy/paste job to connect pages on DA or other places I know how to do so. Probably more like 5. Pretty sure even a noob could do it in 10 seconds or less.

- The fact that something is "old" is no excuse for not doing it. If it's that old that you can't be arsed to connect it then why have it up in the first place?

5. Replacing old art with "this is old so here's a crappy pic to replace it instead of just deleting it"

- I have seen this on DA; this is just childish, stupid, and a waste of everyone's time... come on now. If you don't like it, delete it and stop wasting my time.

6. Deleting old art just because....

- it's old, you don't like it... because it's not as pretty as the new versions...

whatever the reason. that's stupid. the reason i say that is because 1. sometimes people like the older versions better than newer ones (the entire Deviant Art site is an example of this!) also, by keeping old art you can track your progress. see where you still need improving and how far you have come since you first drew the first piece. I can understand wanting to keep your stuff "up to date" but don't trash it just cuz it's old.

7. Calling stuff that's 2-3 years old as old

- Really? I get that "old" is relative but let's be real here. No one in the art community - and I don't mean the one on Tumblr - is going to agree that something you drew a year... two... three years ago is "old" by any standard. Picasso is old. Michelangelo is old, the stuff you posted when you were 5 - and now you're in your 20s - is old. Something you posted last year or the year before, or even three years ago is NOT old. A better term would be "out of date" in this instance because you have newer stuff.

I think that's all I have for now... cya in the mutliverse!

~ Aria Serif

#things most creators don't think about #some advice for creators #things to think about as a creator

0 notes

bellylivesthepoguelife · 2 years

Note

listen…i need…I NEEEEDDD a fluffy/angsty continuation of what you just reblogged about Sarah’s heart stopping— like ❤️🥺😭❤️🥺😭

I DID NOT JUST STOP EVERYTHING THAT I WAS DOING AT 1AM TO WRITE THIS. I DEFINITELY DID NOT WRITE 1500 WORDS. AND I *DEFINITELY* DID NOT CRY WHILE WRITING THIS.

If you don't know what post this is talking about, you can read it here. it was an anonymous ask that got sent to @ghostiewriter and I reblogged with my own tags bc I enjoy hurting myself.

It's unedited. I literally just started typing, finished, copy, and pasted. You... you may want some tissues though.

Also you get gifs because if I get to experience them and cry, then you do too.

"I'm not choosing him over you, Sarah-"

"Bullshit, yes you are!"

The Pogues had never seen Sarah so angry. Sure, Ward and Rafe had seen her angry in the past, but not to the point that she's currently screaming at. Let alone with it aimed at her father.

"Do you even hear yourself?!" She continues, waving an arm around.

Ward puts his hands up in surrender, trying to calm his daughter and take charge of the situation. "Sarah, please."

"He tried to fucking kill me! Dad!"

"Honey, he didn't mean it-" Ward starts and Rafe took a step towards his sister and explains he was aiming for John B.

Sarah's eyes are wild again. "Did you hear what he just said?!" She throws a hand at Rafe. He takes another step towards her and it's a bit too close for comfort because she instantly moves away from him.

Behind them, JJ sees his best friend's gaze flicker between the siblings and he knows he's trying to decide when to intervene. He moves to stand next to John B in silent support. Because if anyone even touches Princess, they're immediately going down. No questions asked.

"Sarah, c'mon it's not like it was even that bad." Rafe tries to play the "sisters-being-over-dramatic" card, but Sarah shuts that shit down instantly.

She turns her body from where she was facing between the two, now to square off with her brother. She sets her jaw and stares him down.

How did they get here? There was a point in time when Rafe was like a second father to her. He protected her always: helping her down from the couch when her legs were too short to reach the floor, carrying her to their mom when she fell off her bike and scraped her knees up. Sarah was his world at one time. So how did they get to where they currently stood. To the point where she legitimately feared for her life just by looking at him.

She wasn't sure if the tears were from the realization that she couldn't pinpoint when the change in her brother had happened, or if her emotions from the current conflict were just catching up with her. Probably both, though.

Rafe held her eye contact, and stopped moving toward her. He just stood there. Watching. Waiting.

"You did kill me you know." The juxtaposition from her screaming just a few moments earlier, to the low, shaky voice she spoke with now dropped the words like dead weight.

The gasp was collective. The silence after was deafening.

She still stared at her brother, waiting for a reaction. He broke her gaze, looking down to the bandage that covered the stitches still holding her skin together. He clenched his jaw the same way she always did and it was like looking in a mirror.

"Sarah?" Her dads broken whisper made her gaze flick to him.

She nodded, setting her jaw in an attempt to appear more confident than she was. "Yeah," she started. "that's right." She nodded, chancing a look at Rafe (who at least had enough sense to look conflicted) before looking back to the father that broke her. "My heart stopped." She closed her eyes, not able to look at the world around her while saying the words. "I was dead." She flicked her eyes back open. "I flat-lined, and for a few minutes I was... dead."

It was the first time she said the words out loud. And as the last word fell from her lips, she felt an adrenaline rush jolt through her veins. She muttered "I was dead" to herself through shaky breaths, and immediately felt like she wasn't getting enough air. Panic. Panic. Panic. She took a step back from the two men who, at one time, were the most important to her, and closer to her new found family. She started when she felt an arm wrap across her hips, but relaxed in an instant when she felt John B's telltale bracelets through the thin material of her shirt.

She turned into him, body trembling as the weight of the words finally sank in. "I was dead." She repeated.

"Sarah!" Ward called, and it wasn't the first time her dad sounded in pain when he called for her.

She faintly recognized JJ's voice speaking, but she couldn't make out what he was saying because all of a sudden, John B's whispers were in her ear, forcing her to hear the truth of his words.

"Hey, listen to me, I've got you, okay, I'm right here." He pulled her to his chest, cradling her head right above his heart. "I'm right here, we're both here." When her body stopped trembling after a couple moments, he put his hands on either side of her face so he could pull her head back to rest his forehead against hers. "Look at me, okay. I've got you. It's just you and me. And I'm not going to let your heart stop again, okay?" He nodded his head to show he meant it, and her eyes closed as she copied his movements.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the tears in his. He brought her head to his lips so he could kiss her forehead. "You're alive, baby, you're right here."

She nodded against him as she pulled his body to hers, letting her own tears fall as she put herself in his shoes and thought about the hell that he had been through watching her lifeless body on the table. They had talked about the incident briefly, John B sticking straight to the facts, so she knew what had happened but not the pain it must have inflicted on him.

Sarah gives herself another few moments to stay in his hold before she turns in his arms to face her father and brother once again. When she turned, the first thing she saw was the navy Pelican Marina logo that was on the back of JJ's t-shirt. He had stepped between what was left of the Cameron family in order to protect her. John B had his arms around her chest now, holding him to her and burying his face into her hair.

"The only reason," Sarah started, JJ moving back to stand next to her when he heard her speaking to everyone, "that I'm even alive right now..." her voice broke on "alive" and she attempted to swallow past the lump in her throat. "Is because this man," she closed her eyes and willed herself not to break down completely, "wouldn't take no for an answer."

Ward looked on helplessly. Rafe's eyes were still glued to that damn bandage.

"He-" she couldn't help the sob that left her throat, and the immediate kiss to her hair almost broke her even more. "He did compressions... pressed on my chest..." she wanted to stop so it wouldn't hurt so bad, but she needed them, everyone, to understand. "Pressed on my chest," she pulled her hands away and mimicked performing chest compressions. "Again, and again, and again." She sobbed again as if she could feel the grief start to pull her down. "Until my heart started working again."

She took a step out of her savior's arms and toward her father with all the remaining strength she had left. She heard John B muffle a sob behind her, and immediately heard Pope speaking to him.

Another step closer to her father. He looked so tormented. Good. She could feel JJ next to her, walking in line with her, ready in case someone made a move or in case she broke completely.

Sarah stopped when she was two steps away from Ward.

"So don't think for a second that you have any say over me ever again." JJ was the most on edge he could ever remember being. He watched her pierce Rafe with the look of a sister disappointed in a brother. She looked back at Ward with the look of stranger to stranger. "When you chose my murderer over me."

Ward's eyes closed as he realized the weight of the situation. Nodded in understanding for a moment before attempting: "For what it's worth, Sarah--"

"It's not worth anything." JJ interrupted before she even could think of it. He gave a pointed look to them both before pulling Sarah to his chest and shielding her from their sight. "You should leave."

In the end, they decided that was their best course of action, and began to walk back to the truck that was parked 50 feet away. When they made it out of earshot, JJ whispered, "they're gone. You're safe." And it felt like the world came crashing down.

Her legs gave out, and JJ followed as he sunk to his knees in the sand with her. She sobbed unrelentingly into him and in less than 30 seconds, John B's arms wrapped around her from behind, his head burying into her shoulder as he broke down as well.

More bodies surrounded them, and she knew it was the rest of her family. They sat in the sand, the five of them, holding each other and occasionally whispering words of comfort.

Right now they were broken. Hurt. Grieving. Coping.

But they were together.

And every single one of their hearts were beating.

#jarah b #jarah b requests #john b routledge #sarah cameron #belly writes requests #protective!jj

32 notes · View notes

alittlesimp · 3 years

Text

'so, what the fuck is the circus au?' - a summary of last night's events

"Half of them are clowns anyway" -tumblr user alittlesimp, 2021

so it all started here. i joked about the circus au being tomorrow's brainrot au and people RAN with it.

this is a collab i guess? between quite a few blogs, i'll tag everyone i can find at the end of this post :) to be fair, most of the ideas came from jade so she's responsible for this hell too.

if you want to see the posts in the flesh, check the hashtag 'bsd circus au' and the additions in the notes of those posts!

want to add something? why. but yeah, you can. leave a comment or send me an ask and ill add it to this post and tag you in it :) but feel free to play around with this au yourself!

ill sort the ideas per character for clarity :) it's mostly copy-pasted because holy shit we went far with this 😭 but i also added some extra stuff :)

The Akutagawas

· Trapeze anon, thank you for your service

· This is a wholesome au where instead of joining a violent organization, they join the circus.

· They are trapeze artists!

· When they were in training, Rashoumon helped them keep safe when they fell

· Maybe Aku first discovered his ability when he or Gin almost made a life-threatening fall

· Rashoumon could also help with trapeze tricks!

Atsushi

· They bought him as a tiger but quickly discovered he was a person instead

· He jumps through flaming hoops in his tiger form and although he was super scared at first, he quickly got used to it

· Because he's friendly and, you know, actually a person, children are allowed to pet him during the break and after the show!

Chuuya

· We were divided on his actual job

· Options include:

· Aerialist because of his ability

· Contortionist because he is flexible

· Motorbike rider in globe of death because... motorbikes

· But you know what? Fuck it. He does everything.

· He's probably one of the most popular members of the circus!

Dazai

· Animal tamer!

· Shrimp remarked he would look really good in the outfit and you know what? Circus Dazai could get it.

· Constantly jokes about being eaten during training (which kind of offends Atsushi) / being fed to the animals if the circus doesn't make enough money

· His job interview went like this:

· "You do realize this is dangerous? You could die."

· "I COULD DIE?? 🥰"

· Has multiple scars, he says they're from training animals, but he is suspiciously quiet about his past...

· Anyway he is hot. That is the post.

Fukuzawa and Mori

· They have a whole fake rivalry going on

· Every show they have an epic swordfight which is one of the most exciting parts of the evening!

· They were probably circus veterans who decided to start their own show

· There are rumors they hate each other for real

· But they're actually best friends and go out for drinks together (sometimes with the other artists too) after a successful show!

Kajii

· Circus announcy ma- I mean ringleader.

· He has the personality for it!

· Dramatically blows himself up in the middle of the show, only to reappear in one piece at the end of it

· Traumatizing children in the process

· He hands out little lemon-shaped candies to kids at the end of the show

Kenji

· He is the dude who lifts a bench with 30 people on it

· But he is secretly obsessed with the animals

· Spends most of his time where they are kept

· I'm sure Dazai loves teaching him about them :)

Kunikida

· Sells balloons and tells kids stories

· I think he'd be in charge of the financial stuff too

· Sells tickets at the door and makes sure the circus is advertised well

· Most likely also their spokesperson!

Kyouka (and a bit of Kouyou)

· I don't think we had anything for her, but I imagine she'd be a knife thrower

· Or maybe like tricks?

· Demon Snow could help her with this!

· Maybe Kouyou was her mentor before retiring

· Kouyou is now more on the business side of things but sometimes still helps with making new routines for Kyouka

Mark

· Clown? No. Gun tricks.

· Would probably start his act by shooting a target on the stage from a hidden spot, scaring the shit out of everyone

Ranpo

· Fortune teller!

· But he's kind of mean about it 😭

The Tanizakis

· Tanizaki is an illusionist and Naomi is his assistant

· They have seemingly impossible tricks but it's actually just his ability!

Yosano

· Cuts people in half

· But like, for real.

· She heals them right after though 😭

*manga spoilers from here*

Nikolai

· Despite being dressed like a ringleader, he'd 100% be a clown

· But like the type that imitates the magicians lmfaoo

· Instead of releasing white doves or rabbits he picks up random pigeons from the street with his ability and releases them in the arena 😭

· Has gotten bitten by birds more times than he'd like to admit

Sigma

· Manager of the circus

· He's in charge of making sure every customer is enjoying the show

· Known for being one of the kindest people in the circus

Tachihara

· Also a knife thrower because of his ability

· But more badass-themed than Kyouka, who has a more cute-but-deadly theme

again, most of this was by jade so all the credit to her for this mess!

tagging everyone involved in this (including those who encouraged this mess): @jadegreenimmortality @requiem626k @bsdparadise @sugurus-princess @nameless-shrimp @bakugousbreathmint @cottonwoolwounds + trapeze anon (if i forgot anyone let me know!)

59 notes · View notes