#fucking the only human interaction i have is in a discord server

[cordeliawhohung]

anyway, say thanks to the brain worms in the discord server for this one

dark!gaz/soap x fem!reader

Kyle and Johnny catch sight of you in a bar, and decide that you're much better off with them.

cw: non-con, dark content, alcohol, roofies, kidnapping, the boys are not very nice

Bars weren’t your usual haunt, yet your date for that night managed to make you comfortable despite the crowded and stuffy building. Tucked in a booth in some out-of-the-way corner, the two of you nursed your drinks as you got to know one another, slowly testing the waters to see if it was worth seeing one another again. Though he had been a stranger at the beginning of the night, you found yourself sincerely enjoying his company. He was a bit of a nerd, whose eyes lit up when talking about the storyline to his favorite games, and you found it cute the way he had to keep adjusting his thick-lensed glasses while they slid down his nose. 

It wasn’t until he got up to use the bathroom that your eyes started to wander. Not on purpose, of course, as you would never be rude enough to abandon a date for someone else while the two of you were actively out. No, your eyes only wandered because someone else approached you, and it would be a lie to say he wasn’t the most goddamn beautiful human you had ever laid eyes on. His complexion was impeccable with smooth skin save for a small scar on his cheek, and the slight stubble made his polite smile more alluring. What really got you were his eyes. They were an enchanting dark brown that glistened in the dull yellow lights that lit the area, and you found your throat growing tight at the sight of him. 

“Evening,” he greeted. Fuck, even his voice was nice, and his tone was smoky and suave. All you could do was sit in your seat and stare up at him as he leaned a hand on the table, almost as if silently begging you to allow him in. “You look a little lonely. You haven’t been left high and dry, I hope?” 

Chuckling, you shook your head as you adjusted your attire, a little self conscious about having a specimen such as that stranger look at you. “No, no my date’s just in the bathroom.” 

Though there was a flicker of disappointment in his gaze, he did a good job at obscuring it for the most part. Instead, his smile widened, and he nodded his head in understanding. 

“Ah, so you’re tellin’ me I’m too late, then,” he chuckled. “Everythin’ going good, then? He’s not a nutter?” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at his concern, his sincere concern. Not only was he perhaps the most beautiful man you had ever seen, but he was a gentleman as well? Didn’t take rejection poorly at all and confirmed that you were safe? You wished your date had chosen some other pub to go to that night, because you were certain this man was attempting to put a spell on you. 

“Everything’s all good, thank you,” you confirmed with a smile. 

“Great. Well, if things start going south…” The man paused to look over his shoulder and gesture towards the bar. Among the other patrons, you quickly caught sight of the man he pointed out, as his mohawk stood out like a sore thumb. Then again, he was probably one of the largest — dare you say, beefiest? — people there, and it would have been impossible not to tell him apart in a crowd. “My friend and I will be here for a few hours still, in case you need us.” 

Once again you gave him a polite smile as you thanked him for his offer, and he sauntered back over to his friend with a courteous farewell. It was perhaps the kindest interaction you had ever experienced with a stranger in a pub before, yet it left you flustered all the same, so much so that you hardly realized that your date had returned until he sat across from you in the booth once more. Praying he didn’t notice your state of mind, you quickly raised your drink to your lips where you downed a few big gulps with the silent hope that you would forget all about that handsome stranger lest you looked like a whore to your date. 

Luckily the two of you picked up where you had left off, and for a while you had forgotten all about that man. You listened to your date talk about his studies in computer science, and an indie game he helped design, and you watched as everything began to tilt. Lights flashed in your face and when you tried to blink them away they wouldn’t leave, and you found your chest needing to heave in order to get a good breath in. Something felt wrong, yet you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of your date, so you tried to hide it by taking another gulp of your drink. 

Nothing soothed your dizzy vision or your fuzzy mind, and it got so bad you couldn’t even understand what your date said anymore. All your energy focused on trying to keep yourself upright in that booth, but you wanted nothing more than to lay down. You were certain the cool wood of the table would feel intoxicating against your feverish skin, maybe you could do it, just for a moment… 

“What’s going on here?” 

That voice was one you didn’t recognize, and when you looked up to see who spoke, you could vaguely make out the fuzzy features of a large man with his hands leaned on the table. He was angry, with a sharp voice and a thick Scottish accent, but you didn’t know who he was. You felt like you should know, but you couldn’t place a name to his face. 

“Did you drug her?” the man questioned further. 

“No! I didn’t do anything!” your date attempted to defend. 

“Bull-fucking-shit, look at her!” 

Something grazed your arm, and usually you would jump at sudden sensations like that, but it felt so disconnected from your body that you didn’t even realize something had touched you until a voice prompted your attention. 

“You alright, doll?”

It was that kind man from earlier, and his voice was just as calm and polite as it was when he spoke to you before. You felt a response flit across your tongue, but you couldn’t make any sense of the words you said. A fit of shouting erupted from somewhere in the bar, and you felt the table shake, but you couldn’t find the emotions within you to care. 

Suddenly, things felt too heavy, as if the gravity of the earth increased tenfold. You realized you were standing, though you didn’t remember getting up from the booth, and the only reason why you hadn’t collapsed was because of the firm arm around your waist. Eventually cold air hit your face, and you felt your feet stumble along the pavement before you were gently placed into the back seat of someone’s car. You didn’t even bother trying to keep sitting upright, and instead laid yourself across the seats as you curled in on yourself. 

“Don’t worry, doll,” you were assured, “Soap and I will take good care of you.” 

A strange sort of darkness enveloped you after that, and it was the closest thing to death you had ever experienced. There were no dreams, or images that attempted to comfort you as your mind rotted away; there was nothing. Just an emptiness where you didn’t exist for a while. 

When your mind slowly started to drift into consciousness again, the first thing you noticed was the sound of smacking. It was as if someone consumed a meal without worrying about slurping too much, and the noises were loud and obscene. Your vision flickered back to life, and you were met with an unfamiliar scene. The ceiling above your head was not the ceiling to your bedroom, nor did it look like any ceiling you’d find in a hospital. Your head rested against something too firm to be a pillow, yet too soft to be the floor, and you did your best to get a better glance at your surroundings. 

You looked down at yourself only to realize you were completely naked. No underwear, no bra, not even your socks; every single article of clothing had been removed, and you were given nothing to cover yourself with. Two firm arms wrapped around your midsection from behind, and you realized that semi-soft surface you leaned against was a person who had you held in their embrace. All of that was bad enough, but you felt your stomach lurch and your still fuzzy mind scream when you saw what happened between your legs. 

That mohawked man you had seen at the bar earlier that night laid sprawled out on the bed in front of you with his mouth greedily devouring your cunt. You watched in pure horror as his tongue lapped at you, dancing along your clit and down to your tense hole, yet the sensation didn’t feel pleasant. It all felt muted, like you weren’t really there. He grunted into your heat as his hands gripped your hips like he was afraid his meal would run off without him, and he continued to devour you like it was the only thing that brought him pleasure. 

As if suddenly regaining control of your body, your hips bucked forward with a whine in some sort of odd attempt at escape, only to be held down by the man shamelessly eating you out. A dark chuckle reverberated in the body behind you, rattling your spine with the sensation, and you felt a pair of lips press against your bare shoulder. The man between your legs paused his assault on your cunt in order to look up at you with a wet-faced grin. 

“Have a good nap, bonnie?” he teased. 

Panic attempted to rise into your chest, but there was some sort of emptiness that prevented it from fully manifesting. This was wrong, really wrong, you knew because of the tight feeling in your core and your breath hitching in your throat. You couldn’t fully recall how you got there, stuck between two men, but you knew that the haziness of your mind must have had something to do with it. 

“What…?” Once more your mouth tried to form words but they would leave your lips half finished. The hands wrapped around your center slowly wandered up to your tits where you felt yourself being squeezed at, which prompted you to further stutter. “I… don’t…” 

“Remember what I said?” the man behind you spoke up. That beautiful, dastardly man. “Soap and I are taking care of you, so just relax, yeah?” 

The man between your legs, Soap, pulled away from you and sat back on his haunches as he assessed you. His eyes were a pretty shade of blue, and had he not just violated your unconscious body, you might have considered him handsome. Instead, the sight of him made you close your eyes and twist your face away as if you couldn't stand the sight of him. You wanted to vanish, to turn into mist and drift away into the stale, sweaty air that threatened to suffocate you, and right when you thought you almost managed that feat, you were painfully brought back to reality when you felt two thick fingers force their way into your cunt. 

The stretch burned, your body not yet fully prepared for it, yet you had already gotten so slick with Soap’s spit that it didn’t matter, he was able to do it with ease anyway. Your legs strived to flail and squirm, yet you hardly had the energy or ability to do so, and failed miserably. Soap’s fingers danced around inside of you accompanied by a symphony of lewd squelches and a throaty laugh. 

“Nice and wet, she is,” Soap crooned. “What’dya say, Garrick? Wanna have a go at her?” 

Whatever his response was, you were unable to make it out, but you did feel him wiggle out from behind you. Every muscle in your body spasmed as you were lowered onto the mattress, and your eyes flickered open just in time to watch Soap slip off of the bed and for the other man — Garrick? — take his place. Warm hands gripped the exposed flesh of your thighs, and you felt yourself get yanked closer to him, and the sudden movement nearly made you puke. 

“Please- I-” you gasped, still incapable of expressing yourself. 

“What a sweet girl,” Garrick cooed while one of his hands reached up to undo the button and zipper on his pants. “Hear that, MacTavish? Hear her begging?” 

Dull pain blossomed at the base of your skull as you felt your head lift off the bed. Soap held you by your hair, insisting that you look down at yourself as Garrick’s cock sprung free from the confines of his jeans. It was impossible for your eyes to fully focus on anything, to make sense of it, but you were able to comprehend the sheer size of him, his length much too long to fit into you unprepared. You tried to turn away, to ignore it and pray it would all stop, but you couldn’t with Soap’s firm grip. 

“‘Course she is,” he chuckled, lips brushing against your ear. “Sweet and naughty always go hand in hand.” 

A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt the tip of Garrick’s cock press against your cunt, and you had no choice but to stare down at the vulgar scene between your legs. His hands slid along your hips until they were under your thighs, and he gently lifted your legs up, adjusting the angle of your hips. 

“Please, I don’t… think I want this,” you said with a cry. They were the first coherent words you were able to speak, and they were met with a laugh. 

“You don’t think so?” Soap teased. “A bit too late for that now, bonnie. GOt the man all worked up, and I don’t think he wants’ta stop.” 

When Garrick sunk himself into you, your cunt nearly choked him from how tight and unprepared you were, yet his brute force was enough to overcome your body’s resistance. Your mouth fell open in a silent sob, and your back arched off the bed as if that movement alone would save you. Instead of beginning his thrusts, Garrick stayed still, completely buried inside of you as he let out a hiss. 

“Christ, you’re so damn tight,” he cursed. 

Soap’s fingers suddenly slipped out of your hair, and without his strength supporting your head, it crashed back onto the mattress. A throb reverberated throughout your body, and the blood gushed in your ears so loudly you almost didn’t notice the sound of him undoing his belt next to your face. While Soap fished his own cock from his pants, Garrick gently rocked his hips forwards as if to test the waters and grind his fat tip against the rubbery surface of your cervix. 

“Open,” Soap urged.

Your brain didn’t comprehend his command, and so you continued to lay there as you attempted to hold back your groans. Deciding to assist you, Soap reached a hand for your jaw, turning your head towards him, and giving it a good squeeze until your mouth fell open. 

“There we are,” he chuckled as he tapped your lower lip with his tip. “Now, no biting, else I’ll bite back.” 

When Soap pushed his cock into your mouth, there was an emptiness that enveloped your mind. There was no more fuzz, no haze or confusion, just nothing, but it only lasted for a short moment before reality barreled back at you. Garrick thrust into you with what started as a lazy pace, but then quickly turned into something more demanding, more snapping. All the while, Soap’s cock pressed so far into your mouth and down your throat you coughed to keep yourself from choking. When you reached up to try and push him away, the man took it as a compliment instead, and rested his hand over yours where it laid against his hip. 

Their groans were undignifying. You wanted to wail, wanted to thrash around and get them to stop using you for their pleasure, but whatever drugs that had been slipped into your drink rendered your body completely useless except for fulfilling their desires. So you laid there, stoic and limp with your eyes closed as you took it. If you could just get through it, it would be over eventually. It had to be. 

A sharp pinch to your nipple had you nearly yelping, and you were certain you would have burst their eardrums with your sob had your mouth not been occupied. Garrick’s pace slowed only slightly as he adjusted your legs a little with a huff. 

“Well don’t go breaking her,” he grumbled. 

“Just tryna keep her awake,” Soap defended. “Besides…”

Once again his fingers came up to pinch your nipple, and it was impossible to hold back the tears welling in your eyes as you cried out once more. He grinned down at you as he used his thumb to wipe at the tears, almost as if he refused to acknowledge their existence. 

“She sounds so perfect squealing, especially with my cock in her mouth.” 

The pace at which Soap then abused your mouth was so brutal you completely lost the ability to breathe. Ignoring the tension in your throat, he pressed himself as far as he could go with so much force you were certain you would bruise. More tears continued to stream down your face as you held back the urge to puke, but eventually you were offered solace as he suddenly yanked himself out of your mouth. 

You coughed and sputtered on the build up of spit in your throat, and you powerlessly laid there with a burning neck and throat. Judging by his guttural groaning and the heavy throbbing of his cock, Soap had edged himself pretty bad, and you tried not to grimace at the sight of his reddened tip. Your mouth wasn’t able to rest for long, though, as you quickly found a few fingers pressed against your tongue, just as brutal and unforgiving as everything else he did to you. 

“Steamin’ jesus,” he groaned. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth where they dripped your spit along your bare chest. It left you feeling sticky and gross, and you whined as you felt those wet fingers begin to toy with your clit. “Good at everything, arent’cha bonnie?”

Panting like a bitch in heat, you felt a terrible pressure build up in your stomach. Between Garrick’s thrusts, which had only started to grow more ruthless, and Soap’s fingers rubbing annoyingly pleasurable circles against your abused cunt, you knew you were going to come undone. It was terribly unfortunate to know that you were going to give them that satisfaction, that your fucked out and drugged up brain would give into them so easily, and you found your face wrenching with a sob. 

“Oh fuck,” Garrick huffed as his hips stuttered. “K-Keep that up. Bloody hell, she’s so fuckin’ close I can feel it.” 

Soap didn’t let up at all, nor did he speed up either. It was like he knew how to push your buttons all too well, knew exactly what he needed to do in order to coax your orgasm out of you. You felt it build and build until it crashed so hard it stole your breath, searing you from the inside out. Garrick let out a wanton groan as your cunt fluttered around him, and he pounded into you more roughly than he had been until he suddenly held himself inside of you. 

He leaned his head back as he came and gave a few more lazy thrusts into your cunt. Your mind reeled at the realization that he came inside of you, and your thoughts buzzed as you knew there was no protection involved, that these sick fucks might get you pregnant. When he pulled out of you, your hands instinctively reached down between your legs as if scooping his cum out of you would save you from whatever fate they had written for you. 

“What’s wrong, not enough for you, doll?” Garrick chuckled as he slid off the bed. 

Your legs limply fell onto the bed without his hands there to hold them up, and your eyes fluttered shut as you bit into your bottom lip. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you broken, and you certainly wouldn’t give into their jests, either. Yet, as the mattress sunk in once more, you came to the painful realization that things were not over. 

A new pair of hands slipped underneath your knees, and your legs were pushed so close to your chest, you could nearly kiss them. Soap got a bit more intimate with you than Garrick had, and before his cock even brushed against your cum-soaked hole his lips were on yours, smothering out any protest. You could taste the pint he had at the bar earlier that night, along with the vague taste of your heat, and it only grew stronger when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, wet and nasty. 

When he finally pushed into you, he ate up your gasp as you quickly realized he was much girthier than Garrick was. The stretch was unfamiliar, and burned, yet there was virtually no friction; nothing to hold him back from bottoming out. He hummed into your mouth before pulling away and allowing you to take a proper breath, but even then you could still feel his grin against your lips. 

“I know you’re tired, so I’ll make it quick, bonnie. Promise,” he claimed. 

He said those words as if you should have thanked him for being so considerate, and yet it ignited a sort of anger inside of you that you were unable to feel before. The drugs they had given you must have started to wear off, because every emotion and sensation suddenly increased tenfold as he began to snap his hips against yours. Every ache burned like you were on fire, which only raged more as you reached up and pressed your hands against his chest as if you actually had a chance of pushing that broad monster off of you. 

“Now, now,” Garrick tsked, “be nice.” 

Kneeling next to the bed, the man grabbed your wrists and pulled them above your head, and you hated just how vulnerable it left you. As if you hadn’t been vulnerable that entire night. Those sick freaks certainly had planned it all out. Slipping a roofie into your drink during your conversation while your date was away, blaming it on your date, and taking you back to their place to have their way with you. You didn’t even want to think about how many other girls they had in that bed before you. 

“No, just- just stop,” you squirmed. 

“Soon, love,” Garrick cooed. “Soap’s getting close, I can tell. You know, he’s always been one for praise. I’m sure he’ll show you a little mercy if you say thank you.” 

As Soap’s face buried into your neck, you could feel his breath hit your skin, and you couldn’t help but grimace at the feeling. What the hell was he trying to recommend you do? Thank him? 

“No,” you replied, your tone biting. 

It wasn’t long after you defied him that a squeaky gasp left you as Garrick grabbed a hold of your jaw. His grip was not kind, nor was it relenting, and he turned your head to face him with a slight jerk. 

“I’m not asking, doll. You’re gonna say thank you. Thank you Johnny. Don’t make me tell you again,” he said with a tone you had yet to hear from him. Between the biting grip on your face and his threat, you couldn’t help but sob and give in, lest they do something worse. 

“T-Thank you, Johnny,” you mumbled. 

“Can’t hear you,” Garrick warned. 

“Thank you, Johnny!” you cried. 

Your second attempt was what finally did the man in. Though his thrusts continued at their same, brutish pace, he came long and loud with pathetic grunts in your ear. Garrick finally relinquished your face and hands, and you automatically held onto the man filling you with his cum as if you’d fall through the bed without him. Once Soap — or were you really supposed to call him Johnny? — gave you the last of his spend, he planted a quick kiss against your cheek before rolling off of you, pulling himself out of you in the process. 

“Christ, Kyle. Wasn’t sure you knew how to pick ‘em but goddamn… should keep her around, aye?” Johnny chuckled as he fastened his pants. 

Aching, sore, and exhausted, you rolled onto your side as you watched the two men straighten out their clothes. A quick glance at the floor around you revealed yours weren’t to be found, and you couldn’t remember just when they had ripped them off of you. A terrible pounding ravaged your head, and all you wanted to do was sleep. 

“I wanna go home,” you spoke up, voice small. 

Kyle, grinned as he ran a hand over your hair. “This is home, doll. Rest up, yeah? Gotta save up your energy for tomorrow.” 

His words had wiped all sense from your mind, and you weren’t able to come up with a response as he rose from the floor and turned his back towards you. Tomorrow? No, no they couldn’t keep you here, locked up like some animal, some fucking toy to play with whenever they wanted. And yet still, all you could do was lay there as you watched them saunter out of the room, completely fulfilled as you laid empty and broken in that bed. 

The door closed and locked behind them with a simple click, and that’s when you finally allowed your tears to flow freely. Keeping quiet, you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the pathetic sounds as best as you could, refusing to let them hear just the effect they had on you. That night, you had nothing to lull you to sleep except for the sounds of whatever video game they had started up in the living room, and their joyous laughter as they continued on with their lives with no concern for their new toy.

#kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle garrick smut #gaz smut #soap smut #john mactavish smut #cod smut #cw: noncon #dark fic #f!reader

[venomous-qwille]

hi qwille!!! I got questions for u! you have lots of characters planned out, and that’s super cool! but how do u usually go about that process? like all your characters are very unique, and I wonder about the design process, as well as how you make their personality distinct! how do you make character dynamics/relationships? because all the scenes I’ve read so far make the characters feel really organic, and mesh really well together! (sorry for all the questions! I’m super curious ^w^)

Hiya! Here is an answer I wrote for this question on discord recently ^^

I will try answer this as thoroughly as possible!

There was a LOT of kill your darlings involved in making characters for gitm. Originally I had a very long list of character ideas that I cut down and down based on the kind of things and themes they would give me the opportunity to write about. I love long ensemble cast stories, thinking back to ones I particularly enjoyed and the ways those characters gelled together helped me a lot. The most important thing when selecting characters was making sure they would give me something interesting to write about! I was also very keen on ones that let me explore the fics main theme of Family from a different angle. I'm not sure how helpful this all is! But yeah, I try to be pretty strict with myself about what I include. The only reason I would include two characters who were very very similar would be to emphasize a difference/divergence between them later on. Characters have to justify themselves by bringing something unique to the table, even if that thing is just a 'very different outlook on life' to the rest of the cast. Over time a lot of those character ideas became more fleshed out in my brain, and characters that were cut from the original shortlist made their way back in. They still have to be able to narratively justify themselves in order to earn a channel in the discord though!

For the gitm guys, while I dont have a literal sheet I fill out I do make sure to answer a couple of basic character work questions: What lie do they believe about themselves/the world? How does it impact the way they interact with others? What central theme do they embody most? What do they want more than anything else? How do they feel about humans? Who are they at their best and who are they at their worst? I found that by answering these sort of questions it helped me discover more about them, which creates more questions- rinse and repeat. The more questions I answered the further away they would get from each other in terms of similarities. The thing that really helped with the gitm boys, especially because their origins are so similar, was leaning in to how different their experiences were post-fazco. They are different people because the world has made them that way. Messing around with foils has been useful too! Characters are no fun in a vacuum, it's how they interact with others that makes them interesting. I like to create ones that will bring out the best and the worst in each other. I think about opposites a lot and I really like narrative symmetry- what lessons can the characters learn from each other? I find that stuff super exciting to read so I really wanted to include it. Some examples of character foils in gitm: Fool & Noon, Sombra & Sunspot, Misuta & Sol

When it comes to finding character voice, I do a lot of test drabbles (a couple of them are on this server), which I use to just fuck around until I find something that feels right. For instance- Sol was very very easy to find the voice of, where as Misuta took weeks of rewrites. Sometimes things take time. Spending this time figuring out their voices at the start really helps fic consistence in the long run, I think. Because of all that prep, I don't really have to do anything to 'get into character' when writing their dialogue (it's fairly second nature now).

In regards to coming up with a character's arc, I look at them and their themes and ask 'what the fuck happened to you, dude?' and then 'how has that entrenched a faulty world view on you?' 'what could you be driven to do because of that world view/misunderstanding?' 'what would it take to fix this world view/misunderstanding?' (the last question is the most important one!). Then voila, you have a very loose framework of a (hopepunk) character arc.

In regards to the actual planning of the fic/character arcs, I have a very big miro board (pic attached) that I use for all this! Most of the major character beats are marked out separately to plot beats etc etc. There are still a bunch of bits that only reside in my brain, but I do try to add them to my plan as soon as they become any kind of concrete. All of the characters also have a background chapter (or rather, a series of chapters that form a short story) attached to their arc, that will recontextualise everything you have learned about them so far! I am so deeply looking forward to dropping these (I already have quite a lot written).

I would say that- for your question on character relationships- the answer does come down to being really specific about what you include. Make sure characters are meaningfully different from eachother, give them goals and experiences that clash and then force them to live/work together in the same space. If you have put time into building your characters before that, then you just need to create opportunities for them to get into conflict and bring out the best/worst in eachother. I really do believe that characters are quite boring in a vacuum- which is why I put so much emphasis on including narrative foils ^^ Tyvm for the ask <3

#gitm au #ghost in the machine au #ghost in the machine #asks answered #fnaf dca #qwillewrites #qwillechatter

[olderthannetfic]

I need to talk about this to someone because I can't be the only one who noticed it, but has fandom celebrity culture gone insane, since COVID happened?

And this is not in reference to the people who worked on the original movie, show, etc, but on the fandom personalities that developed within it, fic writers and fanartists.

Because I'm in a couple of fandoms and, by consequence, a couple of Discords, and it's just crazy.

People well into adulthood throwing very public tantrums about not receiving as many gifts for their birthday as the year before (the fucking Dudley Dursley of it all), guilting the other people in the server to write them more fics and come up with more art.

One of them posts a fic, and if you don't leave a comment within seven working days, they either DM you directly and use saccharine (and completely disingenuous) tones to find out why you haven't commented under their story (because everybody does, so if you don't, something must be wrong!), or send their friends to inquire for them. It just can't happen, that someone isn't interested in what they put out.

Contests are organized, and somehow they always win the top prizes even if they barely bother to participate.

Zines are launched, and they act like A-list celebrities, not submitting their work on time, fighting with their betas, and Lord be merciful if someone dares speak up about it! Be ready for long Tumblr posts about how they're humans too and how fandom builds expectations that are clearly too high onto them simply because Mother Nature gifted them with innate talent.

They bring minors into adult, NSFW servers because "they're friends too!" and the mods allow it because you just can't say no to them.

And the amount of people that are just okay with this kind of entitled, horrendous behavior is crazy too! They are not untouchable deities, for fuck's sake, they're normal people with normal everyday lives who post on a public-funded website!

Of course if I've got some shit to pick with them I'm gonna be loud about it! They're not the fucking pope! I shouldn't have to use formal tones and ask for requests to speak, before interacting with them!

People, seriously: get your shit and put it in a backpack so that it's all together. It's asylum worthy behavior, to treat writers and artists who are (sandbox) popular on the internet as actual fucking celebrities who can't be touched nor criticized because they occupy a higher level of being.

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I promise you that there are stories like this from conventions in the 80s.

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

girl yeeeesssss spill the fucking tea 😫 don't go hiding that drama in the tags

Okay, so originally I wasn’t going to say anything because I did not have the energy or desire to rehash all of this to a community that I hardly interact with besides post-dumping every ~4 months. But then, ironically, two people DM’d me about this this week and now I’m feeling spiteful again, so let me regale you with the cringe tales of the Tumblr g/t community and why it gives me a headache to think about. And you know what? This bitch is being a pinned post, too, because I’m not going to let it be swept under the rug anymore. I’m rocking the boat, I’m naming names, I’ll be a little goblin starting dumpster fires.

Now, I will say there are definitely further issues in the community that I can’t personally speak on – rampant racism, transphobia, etc. That’s not to say these things aren’t happening or aren’t important to bring attention to, but I am not someone who witnessed it firsthand or experienced it. In my handful of years being active in this community, they are topics that have been brought up a fair few times, which is enough of a sign that it’s an ongoing issue. However, I also have not looked at any g/t related tags in almost a year, so whether or not these discussions are still happening or have been relatively resolved, I don’t know. It’s not my place to talk about them in depth when I would have no idea what I’m talking about or what to reference, in which case I implore others who have unfortunately dealt with this to please speak out about it. There’s other drama I am able to talk about because I went through it myself or by proxy, and so that’s only what I’m going to be relaying in this post. 

I feel like the most infamous implosion was the GTMS/Chamomile-g-tea debacle from half a year or so back, but at the same time based on the messages and DM’s I’ve received, it seems like…a lot of people have forgotten about that, or at least weren’t around/invested enough to know what happened. The quick recap is that @unicornofgt created a written series about giant mech suits that were actually powered by giant humans in a post-apocalyptic setting, inspired by a post made by our shared friend bolshoycorvid about Pacific Rim. It grew into a fairly well known series in the community, and while I had only read the first chapter, I still at least recognized it from my mutuals and some of the tags. 

And then Cham found it and became utterly obsessed with it, pumping out fanart left and right and opening the floodgates for its popularity. And that’s so cool! That’s great that such a talented artist with a large following genuinely enjoys someone else’s work that much, and is introducing it further to the fanbase for people to read! It’s amazing to get that kind of feedback to know people want to make art of your handcrafted characters because they adore them that much, it’s one of the best compliments a writer can get!

Except Cham really started getting into it. Like, helping-create-two-Discord-servers-without-permission, kind of into it. Like, posting-fanart-on-multiple-platforms-without-source-credit, kind of into it. Like, repeatedly-responding-to-messages-about-the-characters-without-consulting, kind of into it. And when I tell you her art for the main characters were everywhere, I mean they were everywhere, not just in the Tumblr g/t community. Tiktok, Twitter, Instagram, they were posted, and they were never credited back to unicornofgt. I had friends send me her animatics of it, gushing about how amazing it was, totally unaware that it was a storyboard to the first chapter of GTMS (which I recognized and told them, at least).

And was unicornofgt mentioned in any of these posts, was their fic linked, was it even noted that these weren’t her original creations she was spamming to every platform? Nope. Not a word. They actually had to repeatedly ask Cham to credit them as she continued to drop the ball, and even so it was too little too late, finally coming in the few weeks before unicornofgt put a stop to it altogether. Some platforms would only allow an additional note to be added via comment, which was often missed or drowned out by the sea of other messages. Other places like Tumblr could allow a full body edit, however that did nothing for the hundreds of reblogs that were already circulating without a link back to unicornofgt, and are still out there, even if unicornofgt had Cham delete her GTMS posts. 

And naturally, if you’re not in the already niche Tumblr community, and even if you’re new to said community, you would have no idea! You would see her post these characters, answer questions about details for these characters, maybe even be invited by Cham to one or both of the two Discord servers for these characters (of which unicornofgt was a member of, but more often than not still not addressed for their story as Cham would take over and talk about GTMS when they were not online to agree/disagree) – Of course you’d naturally assume these are her characters and her story, and even if you knew different, you might become one of the many people swept up in the fandom environment created by Cham, which treated her as the forefront of it.

And please, don’t think I’m taking this out of context. Understand that unicornofgt DM’d me about all of this before they eventually abandoned their Tumblr a while ago due to this situation and the rampant bigotry in the community , and you can read their farewell post here. They told me about the growing anxiety and morphing disdain they felt when it came to their series, because it felt like that creative freedom had been robbed, pressured to morph their original vision to appease Cham, even  at the expense of their own passion for GTMS. They felt unheard, ignored, and pushed aside while Cham got to reap the benefits of their own hard work to bring it into existence in the first place. No matter how much they spoke about it in private with Cham or openly on the two Discord servers (they had never wanted in the first place), it didn’t matter. 

They told me about the instances in which they had multiple talks with Cham about this crossing boundaries, but ultimately not feeling  they could enforce them because as a meager content creator, they should feel grateful that someone so popular was giving their work as much attention as it was getting. Friends and followers agreed with that sentiment because more and more people were becoming unaware who the true creator was, and it seemed on the surface unicornofgt consented. They told me about how Cham had to be repeatedly told to stop and redirect any questions relating to GTMS to unicornofgt, instead of taking it upon herself to answer them, as a majority of the time whatever she said was at best a bad rehashing of unicornofgt’s own explainations that watered down unicornofgt’s characters to “silly stupid little incompenant man” and “big badass woman who loves him sooo much”, and completely ignored bolshoycorvid’s characters altogether. Sure, to Cham’s benefit, she would back down…for a little while, and then start those habits all over again and ignore what was previously requested, especially during the mini internet breaks unicornofgt would have to take since the pressure  gave them further fatigue, contributing to their pre-existing chronic health problems.

 Let’s not forget the free for all fandom that was created as well. Anyone with questions/comments/concerns all went straight to Cham and rarely to unicornofgt. Art requests, ideas or what-ifs, AUs – all to Cham. Her friends and mutuals straight up telling bolshoycorvid that they’ve never read their GTMS fics despite them being a fair chunk of the overarching universe, simply because they were hardly acknowledged in Cham’s art and frequent posting. The influx of underaged users coming in to join the fun and the Discord servers, which unicornofgt had already said they were uncomfortable with and had wanted the main server to at least be 18+ (a request that was, once again, ignored by Cham, who irresposibily never checked the ages of new users to the point any and all of her mod privileges were revoked and all invites were turned off). So many problems came from having those kids in an 18+ space, essentially taken over by Cham, that unicornofgt decided to pull the plug on the entire server and cut finally Cham off a week later.

From my understanding, this fandom behavior was even worse on Twitter to the point the GTMS characters were selected to be used in a roleplay tournament. The host reached out to Cham for her opinion of character authenticity during the rounds, while others were asking if they could use her art/comics for voice acting. Meanwhile Cham sent all of these to unicornogft because she thought it was funny, but  didn’t reiterate to any of these people that these were NOT her characters and if they wanted permission from the creator, they needed to reach out to unicornofgt. Even when unicornofgt tried to pass on this message, it was ignored by Cham’s little fandom, who continued to view her as the creative authority. 

But even worse than Twitter was the Tiktok, where many of Cham’s GTMS videos went semi-viral, still leaving her sitting pretty at 18k followers while neither unicornofgt or bolshoycorvid saw any of it. Hundreds of comments gushed about the art, meanwhile both the true creators were lost in it. Eventually Cham didn’t even ask permission before posting, not bothering to check if it was true to the characters, but why stop to think when those videos are getting views up to 250k, with all the comments telling you they adore you and your work? It is your work, right? 

What’s so insane to me is that you would think for such a talented artist, she would know the value of being properly credited for your work, especially fanwork across multiple platforms. But no, it had to be explained to her the importance of crediting the real creators of these characters in her posts, and the highly contrasting way people consume art, quick and easy to appreciate, vs writing, which takes more time to consume and appreciate. This isn’t some multi-billion dollar international franchise that’s universally recognized at a glance like DC/Marvel. This was a fun little series created between friends and shared with a small community as something new to enjoy for a little while. It’s not a licensed IP, it’s someone’s personal pet project that they enjoy. It’s completely unreasonable to assume a rando on Twitter is going to look at a badass pose of a giant woman and know that it at least came from an obscure series from an obscure fandom by a single person who was just trying to have fun on the internet. Hell, even 4chan users on the hentai board ask for sources all the time, to know who created these characters they’re jacking off to so that they can go check out their other work!! 

Instead, you try to get the source for a GTMS fanart, you likely get Cham, and from Cham you get…no one. Because she failed over and over to  make reference that it belonged to anyone else, via tags or in the text body, until long after it was too late with an edit. And there’s no sense in trying to beat around the bush, that’s borderline art theft. You took a character word for word, design for design, setting for setting, and sold it off as your own. It doesn’t matter that it wasn’t your intention, that you were ignorant of the consequences – it’s what happened and it needs to be owned up to. This isn’t a petty squabble between two teens on fanfic.net about a demonsona OC for Sonic Underground, this is an adult making a conscious decision to post content of something that doesn’t belong to her and not give an ounce of credit. Not only that, it just furthers the divide between artists and writers in a creative space, with the latter hardly ever getting their dues for putting in their effort for a written piece that an artist can doodle in 15 min.

 It was like creating a spectacle out of smoke, a flimsy foundation that was bearing its full weight down on the mental and emotional health of the person who actually created it. In a matter of months unicornofgt had gone from a simple writer of funny size difference things to being forced to watch their vision be watered down for the sake of uwu soft giantess wholesomeness, none of it being done by their hand.

And I think the worst part about all of this, after this whole mess finally came to light thanks to unicornofgt finally finding the courage to put their foot down and cut Cham off completely (both as a friend and for having permission to make anything GTMS related in the future), is that it was unicornofgt who had to leave this platform. It was bolshoycorvid who had to leave, in part for other reasons, but because they were also snuffed during this fiasco as well as both a co-creator and someone who had their own canon OCs/fics in the GTMS world. It was other friends and mutuals who left because they couldn’t stand the toxicity of this fandom anymore, the hypocrisy, the sheer lack of critical thinking and the inability to hold people accountable for their actions. GTMS was essentially abandoned after the dumpster fire was put out and that was it. The series that everyone seemed to fawn over and adore was forgotten at the drop of a hat. 

Why? Because it wasn’t the written fics or unicornofgt that everyone was attached to; it was Cham’s art and her version of an OOC story she was pushing they loved. And once she stopped posting it, that was it. Dead in the water. Absolutely tainted. Can you blame unicornofgt for not wanting to touch their own creation that they had made from the ground up and put so much thought and energy into, all because it had been essentially stolen and ruined by someone with a much larger following? A following that hit over 20K during Cham’s GTMS reign across multiple platforms , might I add, while unicornofgt was lucky to see a fraction of that for the same concept. 

I also want to note again that these are retellings told directly to me from the persons involved, including unicornofgt prior to their leaving, former fans, and Discord members, that I am airing with their permission. I’m also not someone who has a lot of social media or who followed GTMS at all, this is almost entirely coming from the creator (the REAL creator) in the time before they left, their experience dealing with the fallout, and the sentiment that even still they don’t hate Cham, but just wish there was even a single legitimate consequence on Cham’s part (and that non stop self bashing at the rescue of yes-men does not count). And it hurts to see a fellow g/t content creator be so scarred from this, to lose all interest in the things they cared about most and only wanted to share with their friends, due to one person’s inability to stop and think about their actions. And sure, maybe this is old drama, maybe it’s small and petty to still bring up, but it doesn’t seem like anyone else is going to pull back the rug that this was swept under, so it might as well be the local menace to the community to make a long ass post about it. Chamomile-g-tea killed an entire series and drove the creator, the co-creator, several fans and several more friends who also made g/t content off of an entire website because she couldn’t be bothered to not feel entitled to other people’s toys.

I lost a lot of good friends as a result of this, and the g/t community lost a lot of good content creators as well, to the point this really was the straw that broke the camel’s back for me to say fuck it. To sit here and watch my mutuals abandon their Tumblr’s and all their works in favor of avoiding Cham and her followers who keep pretending  she did nothing wrong, acting like her excitement justified her “promotion” of the story, never holding her accountable and accepting at face value her claims  that she had no idea the distress she was creating, letting her act as if she’s the victim of this whole ordeal – nah, chief. It didn’t matter if it was on purpose or not, it still happened, and she was allowed to get away with it scot-free, so I will continually throw this in everyone’s face so that the g/t community never forgets its track record . 

Because I really don’t understand how this entire community can go through the same run around of “is fearplay/petplay morally wrong to create in a place full of minors” (which is another debate I am NOT getting into right now) and cause several blogs to abandon ship over the backlash they received…but a well known artist forces a popular series to be discontinued and runs off the original creator and their friends after she stole their concept, and everyone is just like “damn, that sucks, she just got too excited /:” and pretends it’s nothing? There have been plenty of former blogs that were called out for less and were forced to be accountable for whatever fuckery they were doing. Besides, I thought we were supposed to be thinking about the poor children here, the sweet minors, which was what her wholesome SFW blog catered to. Last I heard from one of her followers she started posting softcore GTS (I wouldn’t know, I have literally 0 desire to scout her blog), which sure, go ham bestie with your titties and light crushing, we all know I’m an 18+ blog. 

But then she continues to interact and mass reblog from minors and bring them into her inner circle, sooo…which is it? Are we worried about corrupting the kids or not? Do minors have the ability to use critical thinking about what concepts are right or wrong, or not? Are people accountable for what they post or is it the responsibility of the viewers who need to heed the tags? Y’all don’t get to have it both ways. Not to mention, I will reiterate again, she never verified anyone’s ages and let them in freely to what was intended to be an 18+ space on the GTMS servers, which created PROBLEMS to the point the servers had to be shut down.

Everyone else can sit around thinking she got off scot-free and never needing to address the fact she destroyed an entire series beyond a meaningless sorry, but I’m not going to forget, even if I’m still the only one left from that era and friend group to be able to tell this side of the story. That hurt my friends just as much as it hurt the community to lose such incredible writers and their beloved content, and that’s inexcusable to me. Writers in general are already treated awful, especially in the g/t community, to the point people have the audacity to complain there’s no new content to enjoy after all the good writers got fed up with the lack of recognition. Art and writing are two different mediums and they both require an insane amount of talent to pull off beautifully – just because you can enjoy a pretty picture in 15 seconds versus a plot-rich fic in twenty-five minutes does not make one superior to the other. But if those fics are continually pushed aside, then why would any creator waste their hours and days and weeks and months making a story for no one to see? 

Writing out concepts and ideas are a labor of love that are graciously shared to YOU to also enjoy. Trust me, I have no problem keeping an idea to myself or to be tossed back and forth to my friends for fun, it’s far less effort to still ‘see’ whatever story I would have jotted down for 20K words. If the community is going to continue treating writers like shit, as demonstrated through this hot mess, then of course no one is going to stick around to deal with it. A talented writer lost the world they built, the characters they developed, the story they were trying to tell, to one single artist, yet they were the one who had to pack it up and call it quits after getting hit with hate, while the other gets to roll in the second hand clout from un-credited posts across various platforms to further their own artistic career.

And frankly, I don’t really care about what kind of reception this post has; if it’s only seen by 5 people or if it’s seen by Cham herself, if people agree or disagree vehemently with it. This blog is also more or less dead aside from the few times a year I drop a new fic or art, so feel free to scream into its void as much as you want lmao

#g/t #g/t community #gtms #so anyways yeah fuck the g/t community all my homies hate the g/t community #and there's soooooo so so so much more drama that i didn't even touch here #because my main thing was about cham and i started getting more and more heated as i wrote this lmao #but i also prob won't be talking about those other dramas either because i just cannot bring myself to care anymore #if the last thing i do here is to bring light to this situation than so be it #idk i dont rly have much to say besides that i miss my friends and i miss the good times of 2019/20 and i miss the vibes

[kedreeva]

hi Ked! hope the snakewatching is going well. I've been meaning to ask, because I know you've been writing fanfiction for quite a while: do you ever feel as though community engagement has trended down over the years? and if so, do you have any advice for fighting the feeling that you're wasting your time/energy for a silent audience that just consumes and moves on?

I think it has, but I think it hasn't. But I think our perspective on it has changed, vastly.

The thing is, fandom back in the day was just plain old smaller and more tightly-knit by necessity. Before the net was so big, spaces we could go were limited, mostly fan-controlled, often difficult to find, sometimes clunky to use if you were learning (waving at IRC, hello, I hate you still), and due to all of this were often just... smaller. You could know MOST of the people in a fandom space. You had some degree of genial relationship with readers because you talked to them. Archives outside of ff.net were common, curated spaces with amounts of fic that were relatively consumable in total, as in you could go to a fan-run archive, read every piece of fiction there, and then have to find a new one, which probably had at least some of the same fic on it. Even ff.net, a lot of the fandoms present in the early days it was just like. you had 20 fics, you had 100 fics, whatever the number was, and because the spaces were small and the population online was smaller than now, there just... weren't enough creators to constantly have access to new fic or art. I remember waiting for archives to update their collections because most of them you couldn't just add your work to yourself. And I remember that the best way to encourage that to happen faster was to go and get the creator worked up/excited about their thing again by talking to them about it.

Now, fandom is easily accessible. Now, there are platforms all over the place. If you don't like the section of fandom you're in, it's easy to find another, even within the same platform. Don't like this part of tumblr? Block some people and follow others. Don't like this discord server? leave and join a different one (or make one). Don't like twitter/instagram/tiktok/tumblr/livejournal/wattpad/pillowfort/whatever the fuck other platform? Try a different one!

I am grateful for this sprawl. I'm grateful for fandom being easy for everyone to access, for it being so much easier to find somewhere you can settle and have others who like things you like. I think everyone should have a home.

But that does mean sometimes fandom spreads thin. It does mean that instead of 100 creators, there could be a thousand. There could be two thousand. And instead of one place to find it all, there's a gabillion.

But... the amount of story and art a single human being is physically capable of finding and interacting with (reading, viewing, commenting on etc) hasn't gone up. I can only read at the pace I read at, same for anyone. The fandom I'm in has created AT LEAST 29,000 works in the last 11 months, on one platform (AO3). That's almost 90 fics a day for 11 months. And I know for a fact that not all of the stuff that's been written gets posted there, that's just the stuff I KNOW for SURE has been written since a specific date because I searched a character tag for a character that didn't exist before a certain date.

I don't know about you, but I'm not Readers Georg. I can't engage with every fic in a fandom anymore. I can't even engage with a tenth of the fic in fandom anymore just to purely read it, and by the time I'm done reading one, there's 7 more to take its place.

So, I don't think engagement has trended downward so much as I think it's spread out as fandom spreads out. I think it's more important now than it was before, to try to actively engage with creators, because of this. And I think it's important for creators to try to engage back, too. But I also know it's impossible to go back to how things were, and impossible to make a large fandom behave the way a small fandom did. I also also know that if you ever go into a small fandom, like a rarepair, you will almost certainly see an echo of the past with regards to engagement. I wrote a couple things for small fandoms more recently, and because they have far, far less fic available, they seemed to comment more on what was there. They engaged in community ways, going back and forth in comments instead of just "good job""thanks" the end. they have more time for it. A small enough fandom may go days or weeks without new fic, leaving them time to do those sorts of things, without the fear they're missing out on one of today's 90+ fics.

I can't offer any kind of quick fix, because I don't think it's necessarily broken. But I can say that you should always try to be the change you want to see. When you read something, leave the kind of comment you'd want to get. There's another fic around the corner, yes, but you can't read 90+ fics a day for 11 months straight. And neither can anyone else, and remembering that might put it into perspective.

If you want community, read the OTHER COMMENTS when you read stuff, and engage with the other readers; if anything, THAT is the major missing factor in this day... readers engaging each other over fan creations, rather than just creator-> consumer or consumer-> creator. The most fun i ever had writing on AO3 was when I was writing Siren's Song and readers started talking to each other in the comments about what would happen. A whole little community sprung up around readers talking to each other about what happened after one of my other fics ended. I think that's a missing element that often goes unspoken, and maybe that could help a lot if you feel like the audience is silent. Maybe they are. Maybe they don't know it's okay to talk to each other, too. Go into the audience and make some noise.

#fanfiction #writing #reading #also not for nothing but #try to write mostly for yourself #I see a lot of people pick up every stray idea they find #and write them all #or to pick just idea they think will get a lot of response #I couldn't do that #if I pick up a story #it's because it is consuming my entire heart and soul #or it's charity work #or it's for a specific person I love dearly #that's it #and at that point it's not about what anyone does or says in response #it's about shutting it up so I can live my life #or make one specific person happy #so all that matters is what that one specific person thinks and says #asks #anon asks

[litlkim]

The fact some of you are unhappy that Erik didn’t upload at Christmas is amazing to me…

That it wasn’t OBVIOUS he’d be spending time with his family and friends…like we all were doing...was he expected to put us ahead of his loved ones?

Some of y’all treat him like a machine instead of a human being. He’s more important than the content he creates. The lack of empathy and compassion in a huge portion of this fandom is actually quite frightening.

I wonder how some would feel if your posts received replies using the same tone you write to Erik in on YouTube and Patreon 🤔 The only reason you don’t get those replies is because we respect him and don’t want to argue where his eyes can see it.

Am I being bitchy? Fucking right I am. Erik’s content got me through the worst time of my life…I wouldn’t be here today without it. So yes, after years of seeing these kinds of posts shared in Redacted Discord servers, I finally decided to create an account to speak my peace. And honestly, it’s fine if people don’t like what I have to say. It’s not like I plan to interact on here anyway.

It’s not hard to be kind to him. Erik has much more going on in his life than just his channel. It’s not his fault if you can’t say the same.

#Erik’s not a robot #be kind #i thought TikTok was bad #tumblr is a cesspool #i hope he takes New Year’s off too

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

The Catpeople Laboratory AU (full v3 cast, saiouma)

First shared in The Saiouma Pit discord server, parts said by others start with their names

Hina: So who started this project?

Dra: I wanna make a haha funny and say Tsumugi but

returntozero: No way Togami Corp was interested in monopolizing the Catboy/girl/Nyan trade

ofc they're experimenting on prisoners first [replying to Ryoma being suggested as the first person the experiment is tried on]

idk, maybe that's too dark for a silly idea, but like, Togami corp fucking with genetics? that's not going to be very moral anyway

so yeah, exploiting prison labor

what if Kokichi was in the batch of the first testing with Ryoma? Like, he was a notorious thief, pissed off some people he shouldn't and cops framed him for murder to give him the sentence those people wanted him to get and that's how he ended up in the same situation

because the project only takes people off death-row at the time, in later testing, when those seem to be successful they'll be maybe hiring people for more testing and there has to be a control group that lives alongside them in the same conditions without getting modified, right?

for comparison, seeing what's because of the environment and what's because of the modifications, Shuichi could be in that group

unless you want them all to get modified, then I guess the control group can be strangers that don't interact with them, it's fun if it's all 16 of them, but also catboy x human…

Dra: How do they all get involved lmao

some of them are criminals (first phase), some of them are there for the money and some for the experiment's sake (second phase)

Iruma signed herself and Akamatsu up, because she wants to fund some project of her own

Korekiyo is probably in the criminal group

Angie could be any of those

Himiko wants to be a catgirl, Tenko wants to be catgirls with Himiko (that ship doesn't sail in my world, but canonically, the one-sided thing has to be there at least for a bit at the start, eventually tho, Tenko needs to meet someone who will be able to match her energy AND tell her she's got to be more normal, my choice for that is either Maki or Kaede. I do not think Himiko has interest in romance, but that's my hc, no hate, just how I see things)

Kiibo wanted to be included, they let him wear cat ears and hang out with the participants of the experiment

Kaito is in the group that just wants money (he needs it for that astronaut education)

Tsumugi is there for the experiment's sake, she believes it'll make the world a better place, actually, she's the one that convinced Gonta to join, he wants to help too

Maki must have been in the criminal group too, cause no way in hell she would choose it

Kirumi must have some ulterior motives, maybe she had to disappear because the rumor of teenage Prime Minister got a bit too loud, maybe she fucked up somehow, somewhere, but a new & low-profile identity will do her good or maybe she's here because the government is invested in the project, but why would it be?

Rantaro actually personally knows Togami, since they're both rich boys, but since Togamis have flexible moral spines they have access to some resources he wouldn't even know of. So, having something of a frenemy-like relationship, Amami asks him for help searching for his sisters and he's like "okay, but do this very stupid thing to entertain me in exchange"

lastly, Shuichi is there, because he can't let a mystery go and he has a fucking gut feeling that Kokichi was framed. unjust sentence? not on his watch (so yeah, he tries to get close to Kokichi to learn his side of the story. and they're cats)

Dra: What do you think they'd need cat people for?

High demand = good business. The end product is selling the modifier to the people, so the masses can become catpeople Or selling the cats as exotic pets/ worse if you want it to be darker

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #ryoma hoshi #shuichi saihara #saiouma #oumasai #byakuya togami #tsumugi shirogane #miu iruma #kaede akamatsu #korekiyo shinguji #angie yonaga #himiko yumeno #tenko chabashira #kiibo #kaito momota #gonta gokuhara #maki harukawa #kirumi tojo #rantaro amami #writing prompt #made by me

[the-kings-chambers]

The King’s Chambers Recs - November 2022

Hello, We are back again with another monthly rec list of some of our favourite fanworks recommended by some of our members! All of the recs are top/dom!Arthur with bottom/sub!Merlin unless stated otherwise. Fic

Touchy-Feely  (requires AO3 account) | dante_s_hell | Explicit | 3,549w Summary: Merlin gets a little too touchy-feely when drunk. Written for a merlin_writers prompt. Prompt can be found at the end of the story. Haunted Ride | Sage_Owl | Explicit | 1,499w Summary: Merlin can see ghosts.

He and Arthur get stuck inside an elevator.

Both of these things are true, but only one of them is relevant. 

Imprint | Fr333bird | Explicit | 2,126w Summary: Arthur is in the military and is home on leave. They only have one precious night together.

Merlin wanted to feel Arthur inside him again. He wanted to be able to feel him tomorrow, the day after… for as long as he could once Arthur was gone. He needed Arthur’s imprint on his skin, the ache of Arthur’s cock in his arse.

Hope of the Immortal | ArtemisPendragon | Teen and Up | 20,028w Summary: After centuries of waiting for Arthur’s return, and the ancient king showing no sign of resurrecting anytime soon, Merlin decides to turn himself into a stone statue and wait out the remaining years in a semi-conscious state. He places a charm upon himself, making it so that he will change back once Arthur returns and finds him. A plaque on the statue’s plinth reads as much: “Whoever holds dominion over this soul of stone / Need only touch it to turn it to flesh and bone.” It becomes something of a must-try in the city, and despite thousands of people interacting with the statue every year, no one succeeds in turning him back into a human. That is, until one day…  (First kiss, no sex)

The Dance Floor Tilts Around Us | orphan_account | Explicit | 922w Summary: At the annual Samhain masquerade, Merlin and the dragon prince gravitate towards each other as if linked by invisible strings…

Office romance? | lizlybear | Explicit | 2600w Summary: Merlin wears lingerie to work and Arthur loves it.

Evermore; Still Never Enough | LillaW | Explicit | 3,058w Summary: He’ll live countless lives and find Arthur in every one of them and lose him all over again. But this will always, always be what he lives for…

Leashed | riventhorn | Explicit | 3,058w Summary: Written for the kinkme_merlin prompt: In the fashion described regarding the treatment of Damane (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damane) in The Wheel of Time, rather than killing all sorcerers, Uther has select few "leashed" and enslaved to the service of his armies. Merlin is leashed and Arthur is his master.

Art

[Fanart] Collared Merlin | whimsycatcher | Mature | Digital Art Summary: Yes, it’s that recurrent AU where Merlin is enslaved by Uther and used as a prized weapon against his own kind… Arthur decides, fuck that, and then by the end of it all they both decide, let’s fuck. This plot, I like it! I also just really wanted to reference a shot of him from The Laughing King because FRECKLES! ;)  (Mature fanart)

My kingdom for your graces | sfintii | Gen | Digital Art Summary: My kingdom for your graces. (Gen fanart) If you enjoyed these recs and want to see more, or talk about top Arthur/bottom Merlin, we would love to welcome you in our discord server. If you’re interested and of age 18 or older, please message us and we will send you an invitation. Also, feel free to send us a message to let us know your fave top Arthur/bottom Merlin fanworks! 💕  

#merthur #merlin #merlin fanfic #merlin fanart #the king's chambers #tkc: recs #tkc: monthly recs #tkc: november recs

[flerow114]

Rating fandoms I've been in

-hetalia 4/10 this fandom is seriously fucked up now that i look at it but i had lots of fun there when i was 12. Still better than country humans

-warrior cats 7/10 stopped reading the books a while ago because they just weren't it anymore but maybe it's just that i got older. The only fandom I've ever wrote fanfiction for. A lot of great memories mostly from 2018-2020. Interacted with people mostly on Wattpad. Probably wouldn't go back but no regrets

-dreamsmp 4/10 conflicted because I cringe so bad when i remember how i used to act in early 2020 but then I've met SO many cool people on a Minecraft youtube discord server. I was never really into dnf (I've only read some fanfics)

-gacha life music videos and mini movies 6/10 oh god. Never made content, just watched it. This and warrior cats animations sort of created my music taste so. Aside from the weird wolf/angel hybrid princess OCs and gacha heat it was actually decent. I still watch gacha react from time to time 😢

-animation memes(2017-19) 7/10 I'm not a furry guys i swear. Tried making my own and i think looking at them now would cause me a cardiac arrest but back then i thought they were the shit. I even bought flipaclip premium and joined warriors m.a.ps.

-backrooms 8/10 does this qualify for a fandom? I hope so. Joined the reddit but i wasn't very active. I still take backroom-core photos sometimes but that's it

-marauders 9/10 currently in it. Never read Harry Potter (I've only seen the movies). I just read jegulus fanfiction and vibe.

-genshin 7/10 I've played genshin once(1) and I'm not looking forward to doing that again but i really like the characters. I don't know much of the lore so i mostly just read one shot fanfics of my favorite ships

-miss peregrine's home for peculiar children 6/10 i have been trying to finish this series since like 2 years but i just can't bring myself to do it, I'm stuck on book 2. Again like the characters and most of the story but i don't like how the author uses pictures instead of describing stuff. The fandom seems really small and half dead but i admire their passion to fight whoever thinks the movie is better

-omniscient reader's viewpoint 8/10 reading the webtoon and i hope I'll find time and motivation to start the webnovel. I love this series. Kdj my beloved. He's like a turtle that you can put in a terrarium and hand feed lettuce

#hetalia #jegulus #orv #mphfpc #fandom #ratings #genshin impact #marauders #dead gay wizards #the backrooms #animation meme #dsmp #dsmp dnf #dreamnotfound #gacha community #warrior cats #erin hunter warriors #wolfstar

[aetirnum]

#AETIRNUM. a selective, private, low-activity multimuse featurng original characters, hoyoverse, reverse:1999 and etc. by saint. ( 21. they/vamp. ) no icon, minimal formatting, second-person prose. exploring the themes of love and its dangers, darkness of the human soul, lost of self, the importance of death and the like.

interaction.

i. i interact with all mutuals. i will post prompts, starter calls, etc etc if you wish to interact. i reply very slowly, as i run my own roleplay server and i have mental issues(tm) and can run out of battery. ooc wise, feel free to talk to me and whatnot! i can just be a bit slow, my apologies. you don't need to match my length: just put in the same effort as i do.

ii. i can write dark themes such as horror, gore, violence, cannibalism, toxic relationships etc. obvs i dont do taboo shit like incest, pedophilia, etc. go away. i don't mind shipping but prefer to do it with close friends. while i am fine with fade to black and suggestive themes i do not write smut with anyone other than my boyfriend. this is non-negotiable.

iii. i block who i want. i don't want prosh*ppers anywhere here. ideologies such as transmeds and being anti-self dx are also not welcome, esp if youre white youre very funny. idc about rp drama just dont be weird don't bring me into it and as long as you're not fucked up i gen dc. i won't always be here... i am a tired something-woman. please respect that.

other notes.

if i follow you, it means i want to interact with you, and i'd love to write with you! just please be patient with me. i study graphic design, but funnily enough im very tired of making tumblr gfx... not on anyone, just a preference! so i don't do heavy formatting or icons. if you write with me though, all i ask is to not make your text extremely small. i'm dyslexic, so it makes it very hard to read. thank you!

i write a lot of systems here, and i will mention if they ever switch, no worries. i am a system myself, so i really love them!

the writer.

hello! i am lucifer, or call me saint. i am a system host and multimedia student. i'm an artist and writer. i love slowpoke a lot. please show me slowpoke. i have been on the tumblr rpc for a loong time ( since i was... 12 at best... #veteran ) and i just recently came back, but only plan to do light activity. i'm 21 and i'm filipino. read more about me here! my discord tag is #loveits !

muses.

some of these don't have a link/carrd; it's a wip. edited from time to time... sawry.

high.

ayato. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. 30. she/they. androsexual. isolde. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 29. she/her. lesbian, did system. tartaglia. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. she/he. 23. tmas butch lesbian. diluc. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. he/him. 25. tmasc butch lesbian. ada mesmer. ⎯⎯⎯ identity v. 28. she/they. lesbian

secondary.

arcana. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. ???. she/it. lesbian. mahiru. ⎯⎯⎯ milgram. 23. she/they. bisexual. johann. ⎯⎯⎯ eternal return. 28. he/him. butch. lumine. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. ageless. she/he/they. bisexual. vertin. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 16. he/they. lesbian. sonetto. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 16. he/they. lesbian. ena shinonome. ⎯⎯⎯ project sekai. 18. she/he. lesbian. kevin kaslana. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai impact 3rd. ???. he/she. thing. kafka. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai:star rail. 28. she/her. bisexual. kaalaa baunaa. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 28. she/her. heterosexual. kujou sara. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. he/she. 25. bisexual transmasc. otto apocalypse. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai impact 3rd. she/they. nonbinary. hysteria. aromantic: saviorsexual.

tertiary.

blade. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai:star rail. ??. he/she. transmasc lesbian. emil. ⎯⎯⎯ identity v. 25. she/he. transfem lesbian. tooth fairy. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 25. she/her. lesbian. saeran choi. ⎯⎯⎯ mystic messenger. 21. he/they. transmasc. did system.

original.

shaira tiriza. ⎯⎯⎯ 28. she/they. did system. fides. ⎯⎯⎯ ageless; billion. she/he. star. amon. ⎯⎯⎯ ageless; 21 billion. she/he/they/it. star. fallere.⎯⎯⎯ ageless; 21 billion. she/they. star. celeste.⎯⎯⎯ ageless; older than us. she/her. the concept of ‘devotion’

#pinned.

[virovirokun-has-adhd]

Hollow Shell of a Man

"Oh if only there were words to describe how disappointed I am in you"

[ABOUT]

Names ::

-> Viro [Virovirokun]

-> Fizz [Fizzarolli]

-> Alice

-> Archie

& more

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he / xem / they / vi / ren / it

transmasc , genderfluid , catboy , luniboy , demiboy , cybrgender

lesboy , demi , a-spec , qplatonic , aesthetic attraction , ambiamorous

[#flags 4 me tag] \\ [gender & tertiary attraction] \\ [pronouns.page]

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ADHDer + minor sensory issues

-! taken & in a polycule !-

-! w/ @mayday-mayd4y & Malware @m0memto-mori <3 !-

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[LINKS]

Discord Servers Masterlist

Tags <- (outdated)

FIXATIONS , DNI & MORE UNDER THE CUT

[FIXATIONS]

=ordered by how intensely I'm fixated=

Transformers

Bang Brave Bang Bravern

RotTMNT

Sonic & Friends

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[DNI]

anti any of my fixations

queerphobic / exclusionary towards any of my identities

-- (including polyamory , ace/aro , mspec identities , lesboy & xenogenders)

ableist

proship/comship / pedos / tcest

disrespectful to others' beliefs

zionist / neo nazi / racist

dsmp stans / apologists / "kinnies" (cc&c!) [genuine system kinnies are fine] / ect. *

anti system / plural & anti endogenic system

anti kink

-- (this isnt just u thinking some kinks are gross this is genuine lowkey kink-shaming with no respect or regard for the kink haver's feelings)

nsfw/porn blogs

-- (unless i follow you first ig)

-- (i'm kinda sticky on these grounds, but im ok with valveplug)

*(for clarification idc if you still watch old dsmp creators' content (other than dream ofc bash that pedo's skull in) idc, i still watch Ranboo & stuff so as long as you're not trying to apologise for their wrongdoings / saying they've done nothing wrong, you can interact. Additionally if you support Dream or Wilbur for their wrongdoings stay the fuck off my blog and do not fucking interact. We support Shelby/Shubble here whole heartedly)

[OTHER]

I occasionally use Cybertronian terms or slang in my everyday speech, whether its referencing a body part

- (helm=head, processor=brain, servo=hand, optics=eyes)

- or to replace swearing (frag=fuck, scrap=shit/crap)

- or just talking about Primus in the place of Jesus/God or whatever

I oftentimes struggle with tone in text so tonetags are immensely helpful :D

I meow a lot, I sometimes refer to "cat brain" when my brain stops working like a human's brain should and I forget things

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[HOUSEKEEPING]

=just some general rules i have=

Don't DM/PM me out of the blue. (duhh)

Don't send hatemail or things you know/think might trigger me.

Don't do the above to any of my moots/friends/partners either, if you do this you will be blocked as soon as I find out what you've done.

Stay in your lane, don't interfere with conversations / rb threads that's just common sense.

If I didn't reference you directly then I am very most likely not talking about you.

I only roleplay with people I'm closest to. (usually my partners)

Be kind obviously

[SIDEBLOGS]

@sona-ask-blog - Self explanatory [WIP]

@kingalice-not-so-villain-au - Sona AU with my good friend @bananabiskit

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#viro pinned post #lgbtqia+ #viro selfpromo #viro's discord servers #discord server masterlist #Transformers #RotTMNT #dni ableists #dni proship #dni anti endos #endo safe

[schizonarcc]

i . dont know. i dont know. for years and years iv elived. have i lived? the answer isnt conclusive. anyways. it will never be. i don't know what i am or who i am or what i'm doing. i just don't want to be here. i never wanted this, none of it was real, all of it was real, i can never escape.

i left more servers and officially cut off from my irl friends permanently. but my messages are still in those servers and they're still gonna recognize me when they pass me by in the halls. i will never be free of the connections i naively made. how long is it i will remain in their memory? why didn't i have a tantrum before leaving - better hated than fondly remembered

on what they call 'better' days, ones where i have the mask up, im pretty and sociable, it comes secondhand to me, like i'm really human for once. i join servers and chat with strangers. i'm surprised they haven't stalked me. you know, i blocked all of the people still in the old death group chat, i want to be free of that stupid little internet trauma, cypher always notices when i'm not on his friendlist anymore. i blocked 'em all on steam too. i still haven't gotten the courage to silently leave the groupchat.

it just holds so much importance. they were terrible influences on 13yo me, pretty much all interaction i have with them nowadays is them just bullying me anyway. it's always been that way. proxy was the only one that advocated for me and now he's gone full time linux and is all into internet security or whatever. so he's not on discord, hasn't been for awhile. i wonder if i could contact him on signal, it's probably the only thing he'd be willing to talk on.

i don't talk about it because i don't think about it, but a running joke there was that it was cursed. that every year one of its members would die. first time it was effigy, then it was sgt, then it was bob. effigy drank himself to death, sgt slipped in the bathtub and died from internal bleeding. bob didn't die, he was just shot and left quadriplegic. i always have to look that word up to make sure i spell it right. whatever

it's been inactive for a long time. but it started up again recently, so i blocked everyone. i've had the groupchat muted for years. i don't know why i stayed after effigy died, honest. i was never welcome there. they encouraged me to do horrible shit. i don't care

the longest running issue always has and always will be me being alone. i just can't sustain friends. it's so painful. connection, perception, expression, it's all so fucking painful and suffocating. i've left so many discord servers that i no longer have to scroll up and down the sidebar. i have two people i consider friends, and our relationships are toxic anyway. on my end, mainly. always blowing up at them, nicole was right: once a tantrum kid, always a tantrum kid

i wonder if i'm going to 'feel' older on my birthday again or if i'm forever going to feel 16. alter shit, you know. i mean, that's why i'm even here. our old host couldn't age and mature. she was trapped at 8 years old. we needed someone who would grow up, so i was made. i wonder if after so long i'll have lost that capability and we'll make another to take my place

it would be like death to me, and i know "alter death" isn't real, but being unable to interact with the outside world anymore, who will carry on my legacy? who's gonna fly to germany and become a psychologist and study schizophrenia. will they still even call the body my name, or will they change it to our collective name? everyone knows the body by my name. and i could just...disappear.

now isn't that exactly what i want?

#gray.html #kaki #suicide tw #death tw #vent #system vent #s

[olderthannetfic]

To be honest I think that “gatekeeping” fandom is okay sometimes. I’m saying this as I am bombarded with shitty news articles about the new Amazon prime LotR show and anticipating a major fandom clash… As someone who will never support Amazon and fucking hates how they’re using their new show to make all their detractors seem like racists/sexists (despite how incredibly racist and abusive to PoC Amazon as a company is) and drum up good press to draw attention away from their recent human rights abuses and controversies… I reserve the right to not wholeheartedly welcome fans of the Rings of Power adaptation into my fandom.

I know other Tolkien fans who’ve watched (pirated) it and they’ve all told me it’s just not great in an adaptation sense. From what I’ve seen of the plot and casting it looks like it was made by someone who’s never read even a chapter of Tolkien, and the designs/costuming look uninspired. I’m usually someone who adores adaptations, even shitty superhero films from the early 2000s, but the general inaccuracy of this one did it in for me, and it being picked up by Amazon is the final nail in the coffin for me. No thank you, I’m not going to let this soul-sucking company capitalize on my nostalgia.

A slightly pettier point, but if anyone’s first and only interacting with second and first age Tolkien characters comes from RoP I do actually think they should pick up a book and read. Like no Celebrimbor isn’t some fucking ugly ass crusty old white man. He was a HOTTIE and he lived and served cunt and then he got crucified by his dark lord boyfriend. Fuck Jeff Bezos, if anyone tries that shit in our god-honoring ao3 tag I’m gonna kill someone. It’s gonna be like when someone thinks they’re an expert on a video game and you’re like “have you ever played it?” And they say “no I just watched a YouTube video”.

I’m normally a much, much kinder person and maybe I’m overreacting but holy shit I hate how people are acting like this show is a GOOD THING when it’s clearly a marketing ploy by Amazon to associate LotR with their company and therefore give them a never ending stream of income.

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Well, I think there are a few different things going on here, but yes.

When a new adaptation comes out that's going to have a massive audience, it's important to be able to defend some little spaces for the existing fandom. AO3 book fandom tags are going to get misused and stuck on fic for the live action version (in the usual way adaptations play out anyway). Tumblr tags will be a freeforall. So it's down to recs lists, mailing lists, discord servers, DW communities, and the like to maintain a space for the quiet-but-long-lived version of the fandom while the storm of a new adaptation thunders by overhead.

That's true even if the adaptation isn't a travesty, and it doesn't preclude being nice to the n00bs and welcoming them in if they are interested in the pre-existing fandom. But being "nice" doesn't mean erasing all distinctions between versions of the fandom and canon or turning every space into a 101 For N00bs space.

I mean, I enjoyed movie LOTR fandom and thought most aspects of those movies were a decent adaptation (except for Helm's Deep, Faramir wanting the ring, and everyfuckingthing about Gimli, GRRRRRRR). But it was still the case that we movie fans overran Tolkien-themed spaces with our Legolas/Aragorn fic, and that this was not always great. LOL. Same deal with the many iterations of Sherlock Holmes, even aside from the OOC horror that is Sherlock.

There's gatekeeping like quizzing everyone on whether they're enough of a Real Fan™ and being an ass just because someone wasn't born early enough to get into fandom in whatever decade...

And then there's gatekeeping like declaring that not every space is for every thing.

We need the latter in order for little subcultures to thrive.

[woomycritiques543]

I hope you are doing better! The fact that diregentlemen said all that is just…. mentally sick. This fandom can fuck you up if you let it. It makes me sick to my stomach! Please rest, no human being should have to deal with this.

Thank you.

Ive decided that im no longer interacting on Twitter, so many twisted, awful human beings there and im not going to waste any more time being around them anymore. He called me a "repungent human beings" for mentioning my traumas in front of him, literally while continuing to mention my traumas and weaponizing them to deflect criticism instead of changing subject, not holding himself accountable for any of the things he did and basically acted as if he was innocent, didnt address a single thing I actually said, victim blamed for me trying to tell him that I didnt want him to verbally harm me anymore, and then called me an "abuser" by directly saying that my language was "abusive" when he literally just told me to "CRY ABOUT IT!" just because I felt that the representation in Helluva Boss was harmful towards other sexual harassment victims- which it is, you know how I know this? Because I am one and so are the thousands of other people that have called out the same thing.

Hazbin "CRITICS!" on Youtube are such awful, ableist, egotistical, and selfish human beings and I in no way want to directly interact with any more of them. Ayy Lmao for sending his writer after me and having them leak my Twitter to call me a "fake fan" without my consent, Saberspark and him bootlicking Vivziepop despite claiming that he's "against" creators who exploit their workers, Cartoon Universe for telling one of his discord members that DID disorder "does not exist!" and threatened to ban anyone who mentions this actual mental disorder in his discord server. Such clout hungry, vile people who just want to react to or "review" Vivziepop's content for self gain. It's why I dont watch many Hazbin youtube channels because it's given me trust trauma and I watch very few including "Madeline Maye" and that that one really good "Just Stop" review and only a few others. Besides that, ive now been verbally degraded by multiple grown adults multiple times there. It's disgusting.

#helluva critical #helluva boss criticism #Dirgentlemen #Cartoon Universe #Saberspark. #Ayy Lmao.' #no longer going on Twiter #besides for a occasional video post #such terrible people. honestly. absulotely vile.

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Today’s birthday shout-out goes to @lumosatnight, featuring a nameplate and a rec list! I am so glad I’ve gotten to know Lani this year, since they are doing so much for fandom right now. We started talking through the rare pairs server, and we were also trying to figure out all things Discord server-related (because technology, building things and maintaining things are hard tasks). Lani is full of passion about the things they love, and they are very determined to learn and get things done. They are also an amazing writer! Their humour and dialogue between characters are so fun to read. While each ship Lani writes for has such a different dynamic, you can still see their style in between those words. Not only does Lani write Drarry, but they also advocate for rare pairs and wlw! Speaking of wlw, Lani’s energy for our favourite wlw couples is so infectious that they created and currently mod the @hpsaffics server! I’m so glad this community exists now because it’s definitely what fandom needs so we can talk about all the ladies we love. If it wasn’t obvious, Lani is always full of brilliant ideas. It’s because of Lani that @microficmay became a thing. This challenge was my first time interacting and writing with microfics to begin with. It was a pleasure to be a co-mod and to see this challenge flourish overnight (literally)! I have Lani to thank for sharing their love of flash writing, and getting me hooked on writing microfics too. I’m glad so many others also participated in the challenge to share that love too. If Lani wasn’t doing enough organising and modding already, they also co-mod for @hp-soulmates​ , which is currently open for claiming until July 15th. Definitely a fest to check out and follow! In general, Lani is such a kind soul. They’re great to talk and collab with, and they’re very caring. When I was going through a rough patch last month, Lani reached out to me and made me feel seen (because we’re all human, and we need to be reminded that life isn’t complete shite). I love that they try to see the positive perspectives for everything, because that’s definitely what we need more of nowadays. If you’re looking for new recs, here are my favourite Lani fics to check out: >> What is this, fucking Jeopardy? (Drarry, E, 20.5k) Summary: Draco is struck by a wayward curse of unknown origin and keeps trying to get Curse-Breaker Potter to help him. It’s rather frustrating that he seems to be so busy… and that Draco can only speak to him in questions. Draco’s at his wit’s end trying to get oblivious Potter to realise why he’s bothering him, and Harry won’t stop making obscure Muggle references. Like the last time, when he just stared at Draco before yelling “What is this, fucking Jeopardy?!” before walking away. OMG! This has been on my TBR for a while, and I am so glad I was able to finally read this. If you want some humour, terrible flirting and awkwardness and banter, this fic has you covered. The Ministry acronyms are hilarious, Draco asks a lot of questions, Harry is clueless as hell, and gods Harry and Draco are classic idiots in love. I’m glad they finally figure things out. They’re both so precious in their own way. Bless these two. XD >> White, the colour of flowers (Drarry, M, 3.2k, mind the tags) Summary: The first ending of our story goes like this. Draco is anxious, overwhelmed, and scared of his own shadow. He does not tell anyone about the flowers. The flowers tearing his lungs to shreds, the vines climbing up his throat, the heart that beats wildly in his chest whenever a certain Gryffindor sneers at him in the halls. Draco tells no one, and that is his first mistake.  I’m a huge sucker for Hanahaki fics, and I love this fic because of how poetic it is (and it happens this was gifted to me). The narrative flows as smooth as water, and there are a few ways things could have gone for Harry and Draco (think of it as a choose your own adventure format). There’s just the right amount of hurt and angst, but things look hopeful for the future. >> Scalene (Luna/Pansy/Ginny, M, 11.8k) Summary: Harry has a house; Pansy needs a place to stay. It’s a match made in burning hell that only gets hotter when Pansy encounters her new roommates: the strangely intelligent Luna Lovegood and the intriguingly provocative Ginny Weasley. And that’s only the beginning! Throw in a giant snow leopard, yoga in the hallway, and an electric guitar. Welcome to Grimmauld Place! This fic is so fun! I love the utter chaos of Grimmauld Place, the little details of what people are up to, how they’ve changed, and how they all end up becoming one big family in a way. And the dynamic Ginny and Luna have with Pansy is exactly how I imagined. Slowly, ever so slowly, Pansy lets her fears go and gives into what (or who) she wants. Ginny is fiery, Luna is intuitive, and Pansy is a brat who eventually grows up, gets her crap together and lets the pieces of her life finally fall into place. >> Your Cigarette Smell (Sirius/Narcissa, E, 9.7k, Blackcest- mind the tags) Summary: It’s easy, she thinks. Falling into each other while their family falls apart. Lips connecting while other connections fizzle away. Losing themselves to pleasure while the rest of the world grows lost to war. Bodies sliding together as months slide by. Wow, okay. I will occasionally dip my toes into the ship, and I’m always surprised by how well it works for Sirius and Narcissa to love and hate everything and each other at the same time. Add in Pureblood values and expectations, and things gets complicated fast (which obviously makes this a good angsty read). I love how this fic is non-linear too because everything about their relationship is revealed over time. What they currently have isn’t what they want, and what they want is what they can’t have. And the way this is perfectly slotted into the canon timeline...yes. Make sure to read more of Lani’s work, and don’t forget to pass on the love for their great contributions to fandom. Lani, thanks for being an awesome human, and I hope you have a lovely day!

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[stopscammingartists]

There is literally nothing glip could do that would change your mind. They could literally destroy themself trying and you would just find reason to continue discrediting a massively abused and traumatized individual who- yes, did NOT handle things perfectly at times - but who is also a fucking human being and asking them to be literally perfect when they have hundreds, if not thousands, of people spewing vitriol and probably death threats (knowing the internet) at them based on stuff their abuser has done.

How the fuck do you expect someone to handle that, especially someone who’s been abused since childhood and then groomed well into adulthood. it was only the past 4 years that they began to realize how fucked up it all was. They were gaslit for -years-, they had no control over their boundaries because they were constantly ignored, and they had no reference of healthy interactions with others. Of course they’re not going to be perfect, but if you actually bothered to listen to what they’re saying you’d realize that they’re actually -trying- to improve. Trauma like that doesn’t go away overnight. They’re not perfect, and people like you won’t let them heal without ripping into literally everything they try and do to make things better. Idk about you but that shit would make me wanna give up. Why bother, if you will never accept the effort?

I’ve read all sides of this shit (available publicly), and all I can see is people abusing them further for the sake of laughs or out of some sick sense of “justice” being taken out on the wrong fucking person. They literally can do nothing to please you because you don’t WANT to change your mind. You want a fucking boogie man to lash out at. You want a “justified” target. You’re disgusting.

You don't know what you're talking about and you do not know me.

Before Glip became active on Tumblr again - the last time this blog was active was 9 months ago. That was my co mod. The last post I made on this blog was about a year and a half ago and was a reblog on August of 2020. The last actual post I made on this blog was in June of 2020 - almost two years ago.

If what you say is true about me: that nothing is ever enough - why did I stop running this blog for such a long gap? And why did I return now?

Because my mind was changed. I didn't see a reason to be running this blog. Glip wasn't outwardly recruiting people into their cycle of abuse pinwheel of a discord server on social media. That. To me. Was enough.

At my core I believe that after everything: Glip is either too genuinely broken from their abuse to run a community or to maliciously predatory to run a community. Which one Glip is specifically does not matter, the result is the same. (I personally believe it was a lot of both.) By running a community, they continue this cycle of abuse because Glip has proven for the past decade that they are incapable of running a community in a healthy way.

I know Glip was running a community during that time, and I also know some fucked things were done in Glips community during that time either under their watch if not by their hand. But as they were not using tumblr to actively recruit people there was nothing I could reasonably do as my goal is to only dissuade people from joining glips communities and to generally avoid Glip.

There was no reason to run this blog because not only because anything I could have done here during that time period wouldn't have accomplished anything that I care to achieve. But also because I do not like running this blog.

Seriously, you think I get a kick out of dealing with bitchy asks like yours? You think I like taking hours writing essays about the horrid material involving this situation? I have other things I could be doing, much more fun things then this shit. But I do it because I believe it could make even a slight difference by dissuading people who see Glips cute queer art, joining their server and by extension, the cycle of abuse. That, to me, makes this chore worth it. Because I've been in Glips cycle and it fucking fucked me up as a kid.

If you think asking that Glip recognizes that they are genuinely incapable of running a healthy community and no longer trying is asking that they "be perfect" then you're dumber than a bag of rocks. I don't like glip for a lot of reasons - a lot of which I’ve expressed on this blog. But the only thing that makes me run this blog is the fact they continue hurting people in the same way they've always done and are in fact looking to expand on the scope of how many people they drag into this. While refusing to take the one real step they can take to stop hurting people.

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