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flosnix · 9 months
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( wip / fanart )
so uh ... been VERY into vtubers lately ...
& there's this guy who brings me great joy 👉👈💜
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the-lights-are-loud · 1 month
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I just want to sleep in for 2 days at a time, is that too much to ask?
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vesperewrites · 5 months
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https://twitter.com/Amoxilwrites/status/1733445152264593427?t=0O7t-KojopyWvvnEpC6u8A&s=19
Could you send me the post where people from the fandom said things like that?
I was a reader of your works and always saw so much support and love in your stories, it's a real shame that antis spoilt your experience in fandom.
This is not in any way to attack you, but because I want to understand where these crazy posts started
Hi, ah thank you for the concern, but Antis have not spoiled my experience. It's easy for me to ignore them because it comes down to their personal hate/disgust, which has nothing to do with me. If you read my follow-up tweet in that thread: I've actually received a lot of love for my lcmd fics and I'm grateful! :]
The short answer: This is my personal observation that I've kept tabs on since I've joined the lcmd fandom. It doesn't stem from a single person, only the overarching attitudes of some folks.
Comprehensive explanation below:
Whenever I see another lcmder/reader/stan accts make backhanded comments on TL like, "finally a good fic in the tag!!" (even if it's referring to my fic), "lcmd's dying" or "the good writers left" or backhanded remarks like that, it's very rude and off-putting to me because it's putting down other writers still writing for the fandom.
The person I was QRTing put it best here: just because you don't like certain fics, doesn't mean it's not good. It's okay to have personal prefs!! But you can hype up other people's work without insulting other creators in the same space.
As for the ship "dying": Lots of Lcmd writers have slowed down because of the holidays, career, college/uni, personal obligations, offline life etc. Just because a few writers left or have started writing other ships or had personal issues with each other doesn't mean the fandom is dead/dying. (We're actually extremely active compared to many fandoms! And I think people take it for granted.)
However, those types of comments do not help.
As I said in my tweet: those posts that pop up on TL are from people within the fandom. In addition, I've seen plenty of rude, entitled comments on other writers' fics, writers who have been here much longer than I have been who endured harassment. Some readers downright criticize a writer's depiction of their favorite character or dislike the way the story goes.
Maybe it's some people's first fandom and the etiquette isn't there yet. I don't know. But it's certainly a pet peeve I have with some folks when it crosses my feed and makes me less inclined to be here.
This is not directed at the entirety of the fandom of course, but something I've noticed and kept silent on for months. Good thing there's the block/mute function.
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mingmingbats · 1 year
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WIP Trying out a cleaner brush and drawing some smooches for sanity 😚
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1. Play Date
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A short peek into a typical night with Miss Silva
Cw’s: vampire whumper, lady whumper, male and female human whumpees, pet whump, collars, non-consensual blood drinking, minor character death, it as a pronoun, dehumanization, mentions of burn injuries/previous torture
Chow forced itself not to stare. 
The towel was already soaked. It crawled to grab at the second one it had dragged from the closet, patting at the remaining stains before Miss returned. She wouldn’t accept a job not finished, and certainly not one finished poorly. Chow could still hear her in the parlor with her friends, raucous laughter and stiletto heels clicking on marble floors. 
Chow wasn’t too keen to feel those heels in its back or its head. Worse, Miss’ crop or her hot stick, tearing out the flesh in chunks like it were only soft wax from Chow’s candles. Chow's shoulders still weren’t healed totally from the previous month. 
Chow scrubbed harder. 
“What’s this one’s name?” A man had asked earlier. Harper, Miss had called him with a kiss to his cheeks when he'd arrived. Chow had been watching the rings on his fingers, ones that resembled birds, gold and heavy, but the man had not been watching Chow. He’d been studying the mutt that’d been dragged in that evening for the festivities, the crimson collar wrapped so tightly around its purple neck that Chow could only wince and look away from. 
“Don’t be silly.” Miss had pulled Harper away then to another room, leaving Chow tied nicely next to the mutt, Chow’s hands clasped in a metal ribbon as a reminder to Miss’ friends not to touch Chow. “I don’t name my food.”
Now though, Chow’s hands were free to clean and the collar returned to its rightful place. The mutt, now dead and drained, stared with hollow eyes at Chow’s endeavor. 
Look away, Chow reminded itself. Get back to work. 
The second towel stained quickly but thankfully a third was not needed. Miss and her friends had done a cleaner job than usual. That, or they’d been hungrier. Usually there were at least two or three animals for Chow’s owners to feed from, but Miss had only bought this one for the night. 
“My-ah,” the mutt had coughed out earlier, low enough not to be heard over the crowd’s cacophony. If Chow’s hands had been free, it would have slapped the mutt. No wonder the mutt was being punished, the insolence of it. The danger. 
“My-my name.” A cough, low and breathless. “My na-ame—is Miah.”
Chow pretended not to hear. 
Just like it pretended not to hear the mutt’s strangled screams, more gurgles of pain with the overtightened collar, when Hector and Guido took turns taking the last of whatever the mutt had left in it, throat shredded in a way that implied purposeful rather than necessary. 
“‘elp me, he-‘elp me, please.”
Chow pretended, for one moment, that it was a bird on a ring. Unseeing. Unhearing. Unknowing. Just like it pretended not to hear Miss Silva’s low voice, singing some off tune ballad with the radio playing out in the hall, her friends laughing and exchanging stories from work as if Chow wasn’t stained, hands and knees and shins, in spilled blood that was, for once, not its own. 
“I can’t—I…I don’t w-want to die. Please.”
Chow did not see. It did not hear. It did not speak, unlike the disobedient animal. And even if it would have wanted to do anything, it stubbornly pretended otherwise. 
Just like Chow pretended, every waking hour, every miserable night and windowless morning, like it would ever be, ever at all, any better off than Miah the little dead mutt.  
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Taglist: @mylifeisonthebookshelf @thecyrulik @deluxewhump @melancholy-in-the-morning @pumpkin-spice-whump @cicatrix-energy @nicolepascaline @whumpy-writings
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jjongho · 1 year
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besties!!! you’ll get your secret santa people vERY soon ok
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forursmiles · 2 years
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natasha-in-space · 11 months
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Just wanted to let you know I've been scrolling through your writings and I'm so in love. <3
As for my request.. GE Saeran or Ray planting flowers/ tending the garden with MC? I need a little more fluff in my life. :)
"Y/N? What are you doing out here?"
"Oh, Ray!" You immediately perked up at the sound of the voice you knew so well, jumping up onto your feet from the small patch of soil you were crouching in before and turning to face him fully, a giddy smile slowly forming on your face as you took in his curious gaze. It was akin to an instinct that you couldn't control. The sight of him there made you feel so happy that it was hard to contain your excitement. "Sorry. Were you worried for me? I knew I should have texted you..."
"No, no, it's quite alright... You're one of us now, and Magenta is your home. I'm just... surprised." He smiled sheepishly at you, his shoulders relaxing little by little as he took in your cheery demeanor. It was apparent to you that your new status was a strange change for him, despite his efforts to make you feel comfortable. After all, he has grown so close with you in the last couple of weeks... It was probably hard for him to view you as a fellow believer now, rather than his precious tester.
You quickly dusted yourself off before picking up a plastic water can that you were busy working with before. "Well, I wanted to plant some flowers! It was supposed to be a surprise for you, but... I'm, uh, actually kind of struggling here. The gardener I saw acted all antsy around me for some reason, so I didn't want to bother the poor guy. Say... if you, maybe, have some free time on your hands... could you help me out? Just a little?"
After all, it was worth a shot trying to ask him.
"Well, of course! You've done so much for me ever since I came here! I simply wanted to repay the favor. After all, I know how much you love your flower friends. So, can you lend me a hand so that I don't kill any of these poor innocent seedlings?" You chat with him in a lighthearted tone, eager to keep the mood pleasant and comfortable between the two of you. Ray had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts at times! And, you wanted to distract him a bit from the recent mess up with the Savior that has kept him stressed and anxious throughout the last week.
Ray's eyes practically lit up as you said that, revealing a pale blush on his cheeks in a matter of seconds. He seemed to be rather taken aback by your invitation... in a good way, from what you could see. "A... A surprise? For me...?"
"O-Of course. I'd love to." Although there was a slight stutter in his soft voice, he took a small step towards you. His eyes locked onto yours with an emotion that was a mix between gratitude and admiration. It appears that he was ready for the task after all!
"Great! So, uh, I'm actually unsure of how much water the soil needs, so could you help me with that? Those are white camelia seedlings... I read up on the right way to plant them, but it's not as easy as I thought." You explained to him with an awkward chuckle, crouching down next to the small spot of fresh soil you've chosen to plant in and gesturing around all the gardening equipment you managed to bring out with you. Although the gardener believer was anxious, he was willing to carry all the heavy stuff for you, and you were grateful for that.
He made it look so easy... like it was second nature to him. You only wished he could have more time and freedom on his hands to pursue these small activities that actually brought him joy... but, since you didn't want to ruin the moment, you never brought up this forbidden topic at hand.
Soon, you were both working in comfortable silence, nothing but the gentle rustle of greenery and the evening melody of crickets interrupting the sound of your gradual progress. Although, by this time, you spent more energy on ogling Ray than actually gardening. You couldn't help yourself! He looked so graceful as his hands placed each tiny seed in its respective hole... You never knew something like gardening could even look graceful! But, oh, what you liked most of all was seeing how... peaceful Ray's gaze has become the longer you worked. He appeared completely relaxed at this moment, enjoying doing something he loved and not worrying about anything. For this brief magical moment, at the very least.
"Oh hey, that one looks like a kitty!" You called out, pointing out the specific cluster of clouds you were talking about, with a silly snicker falling from your lips. There was something so... relaxing about doing this with him. It's possible to forget the huge imposing castle made of white marble towering behind you and, for a brief moment, find yourself free as a bird amidst these fluffy clouds. It was bittersweet, in a way.
The initial plan was to help you with your gardening effort, but it turned out to be cloud-watching as you sat next to each other on the lush grass, your arms barely touching. The closeness is just right to make your heart race, but not too much to cause anything prohibited within Mint Eye. Sort of like a secret date.
"I'm afraid I can't really see that, but your imagination is something definitely worth of admiration." Ray chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit as he glanced at you with amusement before returning his attention to the rosy evening sky above.
"Y-Yes?" He stuttered, his gaze now glued to you, even as his cheeks grew redder and redder as he inevitably took notice of just how close your faces truly were now that you laid your head on his shoulder.
As you laid your head on his shoulder, sighing with a sense of peacefulness that enveloped you like a warm blanket, he jolted and made a tiny adorable squeak at your sudden touch. You were aware that he didn't object to this. Ray was someone almost as touch-starved as you... although, it took you some time to realize that his jumpy reactions weren't made out of discomfort, but rather unfamiliarity with such gestures of affection. "...Ray?"
"Do you know the meaning of white camelia?"
"That's right. You're adorable." You whispered affectionately to him, as if it were a secret meant only to be shared between you, then leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.
Your question caused his flustered mind to scramble and his eyes to grow wide. It wasn't long before a shaky gasp came from his lips, making you giggle in response.
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Thinking about a character (Tighnari comes to mind for this specific scenario in my head immediately) who doesn't typically drink coffee or energy drinks or anything super caffeine heavy. Except they really really need to be awake and on their game for several hours, and their friend/partner (Cyno in this instance) buys them a large energy drink.
It works wonders at first, but their body isn't at all used to that amount of caffeine and by the end of the day, they're battling a splitting headache.
(had an energy drink today and thought up this scenario as I was drinking it, don't ask how my thought process works. Also happy to report there were no ensuing headaches)
This idea might just pop up in the fic I'm planning on writing once I'm done with the sick Aether fic I'm working on right now 👀
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quiet-nocturne · 1 month
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wip wednesday! I have 2 snippets for ya'll because I forgot to post last week again. 💀 I don't even know what day of the week it is half the time, I swear. 🥲
So this is another snippet from my royai big bang fic, from chapter 2, in which Roy is dumb and Riza tells him off (can't reveal too much, because it'll spoil you, but yeah).
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Second snippet is below the cut because it's a little spicy. 🔥
Again, this is from my untitled cause I'm lovesick sequel in roy's pov, which I recently picked up again:
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Hello! I am finally back from break! I have been so busy and even ordered a Wally plushie on makeship!! Doodles won't be every single day but I will try and post my doodles when I can!
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angellayercake · 4 months
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Merry Christmas everyone!!
I hope you are all getting to celebrate the way you want to or having a nice relaxed day if you don't celebrate 💜
Hopefully my life will be calming down now that it is over so I will be back to irregularly scheduled writing and nonsense ☺️
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lenacopperleaf · 3 months
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Hi avs lb I’m here and watching (and have been) but I don’t have much energy for quipyness tonight so probably won’t post much. Love y’all though and I hope the rest of the game goes our way!
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sunofaraven · 29 days
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Hello, I have been thinking about THE HORRORS. How are you guys?
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This may sound like kind of a stupid question, but how do you even do your incorrect quotes? I wanna start doing them too since I have a blog and no art skills but I'm not sure /where/ to start-
If that makes sense-
No such thing as a stupid question!
Whenever I do my incorrect quotes, I might look at incorrect quotes from other creators in different fandoms for inspo. It's either that or I'll use out-of-context snippets from fun conversations that I've had with my friends irl. The most important thing is that you have fun making content (ie doing what makes YOU happy). Hope that helps :D
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pyrokitten284 · 11 months
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Hello their! I'm someone who is completely obsessed with emperors new groove! I've seen the movie over 80 times. Would you like to draw kuzco x kronk
Heck yeah! Honestly, it’s a fantastic movie- I think I’ve seen both it and The Road to El Dorado more times than a single person should haha.
Figured Kuzco and Kronk would eventually swap stories about that time Yzma tried to usurp him and Kuzco would ask to get a piggyback ride on an inflatable throne the *moment* he heard about that tent backpack contraption. Hope you like how it came out! :D
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