#[Shows up to this ''writing sideblog'' with actual writing two years late]
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the taste of sunlight
Lou & Tab + “the taste of sunlight” requested by @shoshiwrites actual years ago, from goodness knows what prompt list. Me, procrastinate?
The wind was rising, scattering gravel across the parade ground and sending fat flakes of snow against the windows, moving with a low, mournful howl through the barracks. Louise lay dozing on her bunk, but the noise entered her dreams. A ship in a storm, sailors roaring orders at each other, drenched in rain and spray. The sails thrashed wildly in the wind, an incessant flapping and cracking. Then, as she surfaced through the layers of her sleep, the sound became what it was: the snow squall outside, and someone tapping at the door.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed, huffing a sigh at the ache in her lower back, and pushed herself up. “Who is it?”
“Only the bravest and most handsome sergeant in the whole US Army.”
Floyd’s voice was unmistakeable even through the door, and a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Hmm… not ringing a bell,” she called. “Who would that be, then?” After a pause: “Come in—the door’s not locked.”
He stepped inside, snow melting on his shoulders, a look of exaggerated reproach on his face. “You hurt my feelings when you say shit like that.”
“Good. You need taking down a peg or two.”
“Yeah, and you never miss a chance, do you?”
Louise laughed, and gestured to the chair opposite. “I try my best, anyway.”
Floyd shook his head, but grinned. “So,” he said, giving a little look around the room, drab and spartan but for the portable stove with the mess tin for coffee, and the photos she’d cut from magazines and pinned by her bed, “this is where they put you, huh?”
“Mmm.”
“Not bad.” He turned back to her. “You’re okay? I ain’t really seen you since we got here.”
“I’ve been playing truant,” she said without a hint of shame. “It’s surprising, I know, but I didn’t much fancy doing parade drill in the snow, or digging slit trenches, or… painting boulders, or whatever Dike’s got you doing—”
“No, that’s about right.”
“—so I told him I had Sink’s permission to attend to my urgent, top-secret matters, gave him my apologies, et cetera—” she waved a hand— “and I’ve had the last few days to myself.”
“Louise, I’m shocked.”
She fixed him with a look. “The man could have checked with Sink. It was a rather flimsy lie, after all. But God forbid he actually do his job.”
“Uh huh,” Floyd said, starting to smile. “So it’s his fault?”
“I think it must be, yes.”
He laughed. “What’ve you done with all this leisure time?”
“Slept. Stared at the walls. Stared at the ceiling.”
“And to think you get paid for this…” At her shrug, he frowned. “Let me guess. The Mourmelon Blues?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, maybe I can cheer you up.”
As he began to unzip his jacket, she reeled back in mock disbelief and raised her eyebrows. “Steady on, Tab.”
“Oh, grow up,” he retorted, in a fair impression of Louise herself, and tried to conceal a grin as she descended into laughter. With a flourish, he pulled an orange from his pocket and offered it to her.
All pretence gone, she gasped and bolted to the edge of the bed, and took the fruit from him. It seemed like an alien object, its colour impossibly vivid amongst the olive-greens and browns of her shabby little room. “An orange…” she breathed. “How did you get it?”
“Never mind that.”
Holding it almost reverently in her hands, she touched her nose to the peel and inhaled, the smell both sharp and sweet, a reminder of childhood Christmases, and that first week in DC when she and Millie went out and bought oranges and canned peaches and chocolates, all the things they had missed, and spent half the night being sick but, giggling weakly on the bathroom floor, declaring it was worth it.
Floyd dipped his head slightly to catch her eye. “Is it okay?”
She glanced up and simply beamed, taking in the sight of him: his cheeks still pink from the cold, a smattering of freckles across his nose, the last remnants of a long-ago summer. His eyes watching her closely, a little hesitantly.
“Of course,” she said, and touched his cheek, a light brush of her fingertips. “You have cheered me up.”
“Well…” Somewhere between pleased and embarrassed, he smiled, the colour in his face deepening in a blush. “There we are, then.”
Louise turned the orange over in her hands and, at Floyd’s nod, began to peel it, taking the skin off in one long spiral, her fingers growing sticky, and her eyes bright with such excitement that he had to laugh. Beyond the window, in the dark winter night, the wind roared on; snow fell to the ground and was flung away in an instant, leaving behind glistening sheets of ice, building up in drifts against the barrack walls. Inside, the air was warm and scented with the tang of citrus.
She split the orange in two, counting the segments. “Oh,” she said, “it’s an odd number. Look—five and four.”
“You have five.”
“Sure?”
“Sure.”
She held the first piece of orange briefly to her nose and then put it into her mouth; she bit down, breaking the fine translucent skin, and held it in her mouth like water, the juice running over her tongue, so deliciously sweet that she closed her eyes with the pleasure of it. A sunrise in her mouth.
A second piece of orange quickly followed the first, and then a third. Floyd leant back in the chair, propping one foot up on the cross stretcher, and, with a fond half-smile, watched her eating with a dreamy look on her face, humming in delight, catching drops of juice at the side of her mouth with the tip of her tongue.
Louise gently tore apart her last two pieces. “Oh! There is another piece—it was hiding.” She held it out to him, waving it teasingly. “Yours if you want it.”
Before he could stop himself, Floyd caught her wrist in one hand and took the piece of orange in his mouth. Juice ran down her fingers and over her palm; he flicked his tongue across her hand, tasting sugary citrus and the slight saltiness of her skin. Her lips were parted, half in surprise, half in laughter, and the colour was high in her cheeks, but he kept hold of her hand, lapping at a stray droplet sliding over the fine bones of her wrist, sucking the last of the juice from each finger in turn. He closed his mouth over her thumb and circled it with his tongue, licking it clean, and, slowly, gently, dragged his teeth upwards.
With the pad of her thumb still against his bottom lip, he hesitated, and met her eye. They were very still for a moment, their expressions serious; a sharp gust of wind made the light flicker. Then she leant forward and kissed him, a brief, chaste kiss, little more than the brush of lips and their noses pressing together.
She drew back, and let her hand fall to her lap, and offered him a small, soft smile. “Thank you,” she said, and knew that he understood.
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Hours later, Louise lay in bed, the scent of the orange lingering on her hands and its taste still on her tongue. The noise of the blizzard outside entered her dreams. An orange grove, the sun warm on her shoulders and the breeze rippling her skirt. At the foot of the cliffs was the ocean, jewel-blue, the waves crashing along the shoreline and rushing up over the sand. The air was tangy with salt and ripening fruit and alive with promise, and there was time.
#[Shows up to this ''writing sideblog'' with actual writing two years late]#Anyway I missed these two and I missed writing them!#And I'm proud that I filled a prompt admittedly VERY late but with minimal agonising over every word and detail#I am learning that not everything has to be perfect#Okay anyway#Fic: Light Amongst The Ruins#OC: Louise Johnson#C: Floyd Talbert#Writing stuff#My writing#(Need a better writing tag; suggestions welcome)
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hi! I've just discovered your blog and I love it - from the url, profile pic, everything 😍 and most importantly your writing, it's so cute and you're able to write so many characters 🥰 as a fellow fic writer - I'm impressed 💜 can I request how they would first realize they love you, and how they would say it for the first time? No pressure, and thank you so much if you end up doing it. 🥰
- @wordbunch (sadly can't send asks from my Tolkien sideblog, so I'm on anon lol)
Thank you so so much for your kind words!! ♡ I’ve actually had this scenario in my “to do notes” already, so I’m very happy you requested it haha! Sorry again for posting so late, I hope you enjoy the read!
･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.
Aragorn is not someone to make the first step in romance, even if he is the one falling in love first. He’d probably realise it during the ranger job you do together, like looking for herbs or reading traces – where his hand brushed against yours! But Aragorn is very much the person to respond to a love confession of yours, after which he tells you that he reciprocates your feelings in a very romantic manner: “Me too. I am bound to you by honour and affection alike. If you would have me…”
･ﾟ✧ Arwen.
Arwen would fall in love with you after dancing together. It could be on a ball her father’s giving, or just the two of you under the moonlight, where she’d laugh of bliss. You’d notice a slight change in her behaviour afterwards, more smiles, stolen glances – but you could only be sure after she finally told you, “It is because I have fallen for you, melethel. And there is nothing you can do about it!”
･ﾟ✧ Boromir.
Boromir takes a casual approach to love and romantic relationships. This is why his love confession to you would be rather nonchalant, maybe over a lunch you’re preparing together over the fire. “I love you, you know that?” he’d say, all cool – as if he didn’t fall for you when he saw you fearlessly wielding a sword and shield during combat training…
･ﾟ✧ Elrond.
Elrond would fall in love with you so gradually he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint an exact moment of realisation. Maybe it would be over a book you’re reading together, or when he told you about all the ancient stories he witnessed himself – or a grand love story. And then he’d turn to you and say, “Are you aware that this is how I feel about you as well?” He’d be very tender and playful about it, but earnest at the same time. He is very considerate toward you.
･ﾟ✧ Éomer.
Éomer doesn’t fall in love easily. Maybe due to this lack of experience, he has trouble expressing his feelings after that one horseback ride you did through the rain, where he helped you out of your dirty clothes afterward. His love confession would be a tedious process, with lots of phrases like, “Don’t make me say it. I lack the words to tell you…” – before he eventually leans in for a kiss and quietly adds, “Forgive me. I hope this tells you all the same.”
･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.
Éowyn is always brash and joyous around you, so her love confession would take you quite by surprise. She’d pick “an old Rohirrim tradition” to show you, maybe a special exchange of gifts, a traditional dance routine etc. “This is how the people of Rohan express their love,” she’d tell you with a soft smile and hopeful eyes. If asked, she would tell you when she realised she loved you: during sword lessons, of course!
･ﾟ✧ Faramir.
Faramir falls in love with you as soon as he meets you. He’s always been like that, heart racing with as little as a soft look or touch of a hand. For this same reason, and Gondor’s marriage policy, he swallows down any confessions because he has little hope in his own feelings. But after months, maybe years of courting and mutual affection, he’d finally tell you, in some grand romantic spot he chose – on his knees – because he’d connect it to a marriage proposal!
･ﾟ✧ Frodo.
Frodo would realise he loved you on a warm summer morning, as you’re walking barefoot in the grass – and then not tell you. He’d keep his secret to himself (haha), just smile to himself and subtly check the way you’re feeling before confessing to you – probably while holding both your hands, because that’s how sincere he is! “It gives me hope to hear you say that, because I, too, hold you very dear and love you very much!”
･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.
Thanks to her powerful telepathy skills, Galadriel probably knows you love her before you yourself do. She knows all about your feelings – but nothing of her own. I like to imagine her as blissfully oblivious, right up until the moment you confess to her. Then something would click inside her, and with a blank stare ahead, she’d whisper, “I love you, too. I haven’t realised it until now – but I do.”
･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.
Gandalf would realise he loved you after you’ve said or done something incredibly smart, like maybe found the solution to a problem that he was unable to solve. It’d make his heart skip a beat, he even looks away with a blush! And then he’d despair trying to find a “suitable moment for courtship”, as the old ways suggested, full of ceremony – and probably end up telling you his feelings very casually over a cup of tea he invited you to.
･ﾟ✧ Gimli.
Your usually hard-shelled Dwarf gets very flustered when he says the three words to you – followed by some nervous babbling, like, “There! I said it first. And I mean it very earnestly.” The moment he fell for you was probably connected to seeing you in a new light: Working in the mines all day leaves little room for elegance, but after seeing you in your beautiful banquet outfit, Gimli was walking into walls for the next three days!
･ﾟ✧ Haldir.
Haldir has always dreaded falling in love. But when you smiling at him makes his heart skip about three beats, he cannot lie to himself any longer. He can lie to you and everyone else though, needless to say. Not that anyone actually believes his denials… But Haldir would only confess his love in a life-or-death situation, when he thinks he’d never get the chance again. Then, of course, he’d be as elegant and romantic as all Elves are.
･ﾟ✧ Legolas.
If you are near Legolas the moment he realises he loves you – on a scouting trip, for example, or during preparations for a ball in Mirkwood – he’d tell you right away. He’d give you an analysing look, with a smile dancing around his lips, and say something like, “How I love you right now! I love you very much, my dear.” Thanks to his royal training, of course, he’d respectfully draw back until you’ve made your own feelings clear.
･ﾟ✧ Merry.
While he’s usually rather easy-going, Merry would plan out his love confession (meaning: a speech!) step by step, including an outfit plan and meal schedule designed specifically for you. He is the thinking type, and when it comes to this, he tends to overthink. He’d include a line like, “From the moment I first saw you…” when in reality, he probably fell for you when you joined one of his shenanigans without any reservations, proving just how similar you two are at heart.
･ﾟ✧ Pippin.
Pippin strikes me as a very “love at first sight” kind of person. At the same time, he’s really casual and playful about it. He’d only talk about it in return of your confession to him, like, “I never thought about that! I fell in love with you the first time we met!” – and probably shower you in a million compliments in the process!
･ﾟ✧ Sam.
Sam would realise he’s in love with you while thinking of new poetry to write – because all he thinks about is you! Somewhen along the line, he’d lean back in his chair, starting at the dozens of pages he wrote about you – and then have the overwhelming urge to go up and meet you to tell you right away, in his adorably sincere and gentle manner ♡
#lotr imagine#lotr headcanons#lotr x reader#aragorn x reader#arwen x reader#boromir x reader#elrond x reader#eomer x reader#eowyn x reader#faramir x reader#frodo x reader#galadriel x reader#gandalf x reader#gimli x reader#haldir x reader#legolas x reader#merry x reader#pippin x reader#samwise x reader#* fluffy#* ask#* request
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A Letter to My Greatest Creation
My dearest Hope,
It's hard to believe that you're twenty-five now. Hard to believe either of us are in our mid-twenties really. It's kinda wild, huh?
My memory is absolute garbage, but even I still remember the day I thought you up. Back when you and I were still in first grade; your name was George back then and you were my only friend. Imaginary, but still my one and only anyways. We grew up together and eventually you went off on your own adventures... at least for a bit.
I was eleven when you came back home, and you were twelve. February twenty-fourth, twenty-eleven. I can't remember if we had just moved or were in the process of moving, but you came home as someone different. You called yourself Rose now and said you were a girl and we were perfectly okay with that. Again we'd become best friends and you stuck by me as disaster after disaster (at least for a preteen) hit over and over again.
Eventually you wanted to go on more adventures, but this time you didn't want to leave me. I had grown up past the capacity to create imaginary friends, so instead you became a character on paper.
Thanks to my fixations at the time, you ended up a little MLP OC-slash-SI named Hopeful Hugz and I couldn't get enough of drawing you. Both in-person and on Miiverse for the... honestly decent following we had on the Youtube Community Tab.
Soon enough I found out about Tumblr and saw people making art on here and actually writing their characters. I wanted to do that with you. Though when we first made hopeful-hugz, it was a personal blog. I had no idea how to start sharing you until someone introduced me to the idea or writing instead of drawing. That's when RPing first started and you gained a human form.
Your story became one with Chamyle's for the first little while, until the two of you split off from each other. You became a blonde, one-eyed telekinetic who still went by Hopeful at the time. We still grew together, we still learned and became stronger. We found family, friends, and lost the same things.
When the purge of twenty-eighteen hit, you and the cast weren't the only ones devastated. I eventually lost my spark and stopped writing here and on my sideblogs. You went into hiding, grieving with the others. All of us fled to Discord for a little under a year...
Then late twenty-nineteen... We decided to give it another shot.
You came back with me as Hope. Just Hope. You brought with you my second greatest creation; the aethers and nagete. It was time we finally showed them to the world. You started rebuilding- we all did...
And now here we are.
We started here when we were sixteen and seventeen, now we're twenty-four and twenty-five. You've come such a long way since your beginnings and have grown so much in that time. You've become such a wonderful young woman and have blessed so many people. I couldn't be more proud of a creator.
I know there's still so much for us to do and adventures for you to go on. The multiverse only grows like we do, after all.
I love you so much, Hope Raymond.
You're phenomenal, and I know you're gonna do fantastical things.
Thank you for everything, my dear.
Lots of Love from Your Creator;
🥚~🤍
#Event || 25 Years and Counting#Breakfast in Space || OOC#Multiversal MD || Hope#Storybook Scraps || Drabbles
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Self-Rec Tag Game
Rules: share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.) Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.
Tagging my own damn self, might should be posting this to my writing sideblog @eiirisworkshop but I'm not bothering.
To Tell the Truth
Ongoing Brokeback Mountain longfic, rated M, currently 29 chapters and just under 50k wordcount. Canon divergent starting from when Ennis comes home to Alma after the summer he meets Jack. Very much a what could have been kind of fic with lots of making people (coughEnniscoughcough) talk about their feelings but without easy fixes to the very real obstacles our boys face.
Momento Ipsum, Remember Yourself
Complete Old Guard fic, rated M, 6 chapters, just under 20k words. It's a meeting-younger-selves fic with the whole team! Explorations of religion, trauma, and sense of self that I'm really proud of. Communication and how language is woven through identity are central themes, and I taught myself some coding to make two versions of this fic that use either different fonts or different text colors to differentiate dialogue in different languages.
The Measure of a Tit
Sailor Moon oneshot, rated T, 824 words. Short, fun, and funny little ficlet about bras, binders, and gender expression starring my favorite senshi, Sailor Uranus, Haruka Tenoh .
Chiaroscuro
Complete Star Trek: TOS fic, rated T, 16 chapters, a little over 30k wordcount. Set aboard the Enterprise late in her 5-year mission (so, sometime after the tv show ended). I made up an excuse to stick Kirk and Spock, Spock's parents, and two space hobos one of whom is half Vulcan and actively rejects Vulcan culture all on a starship together. Shenanigans, arguments over cultural values, discussion of consent with regards to Pon Farr, Kirk and Spock finally doing something about their mutual pining, and Uhura winning a full-crew betting pool ensues.
In From the Cold
Incomplete post-Winter Soldier MCU fic, rated T (though I should probably bump it to M...), currently 55 chapters and almost 175k--not counting the two pulled-out sort of episode fics that happen between or parallel to chapters in the main fic that add almost another 20k.
This becomes a good old "everyone is living at Stark Tower" fic a few chapters in. Very focused on Steve and Bucky and Bucky's recovery from having been the Winter Soldier. I put him in actual goddamn therapy--and this fic long predates the Falcon and Winter Soldier show. Also a major Clint/Coulson plot thread that digs deep into Phil's trauma from having been killed by Loki and brought back. Pulls in elements from Agents of SHIELD and some of my favorite bits from comics.
And look, this fic has not been updated in years, so if I'm reccing it I want to be up front about that. But it is not abandoned! In fact, with how life changes are going I expect to be able to get back to work on this fic within the next year and could have new chapters ready as early as Christmas if all goes well. It's long enough that depending how fast you read, it could carry you til then.
This is genuinely some of the work I'm most proud of and has one of the most complexly woven plots I've ever produced (which is why it's been so hard for my to pick back up these past few years).
If you miss the team-as-family vibes of early-mid 2010s MCU fandom and wish various characters' trauma was handled with more care, then this is the fic for you.
Tagging: @kueble @nerdsandthelike @rainbowvamp @tinyferalbeing @makingshortstorieslong
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8 Shows To Get To Know Me
Thank u for tagging me @jyuubin!!
Invader zim
I was a big nick/cartoon network kid & invader zim is just such a classic. I would watch the shit out of it, I’ve bought the whole series, the whole deal. When I was little I based my identity off of gir and when I was rewatching not too long ago I realized I still have so many lines memorized… it’s so silly and stupid and smart and gross I love it
My babysitter’s a vampire
Since this is a get to know me tag we’re like going through time with these series. This is another one I have lines memorized from! If I were to say which character I am it would be Rory and that is Important to know. A bunch of my friends love it too and we’ve rewatched it together it’s so fun whenever we do <3 another classic if u ask me
Merlin
If u asked me in like 2015-2017ish what my fav show is I probably would’ve said Merlin. And it stayed up there as a fav show for a WHILE. I’ve never been able to rewatch it bc of like. The Pain the finale caused me but I was obsessed with it when I did watch it. I had some huge multiship mindset going when I watched it and was shipping basically everyone together which I don’t think I’ve done for any other show… I watched tf out of the bts for it too. Like I was kinda in deep…
Skam/druck/skam austin
Is it cheating if I put a show and my two fav remakes LMAO… I’m a big skam girlie. We should all know this. I made this acc when druck was airing as a skam + remakes blog. I had a skam austin username for the longest time (rip gracefulnosplinters). The og is such a classic and gave me some of my fav pan rep (so did druck)! I was so so so obsessed and in my heart I still am. I’ll defend skam austin to the ends of the earth. I met some of the druck cast members (heyyy Lukas). I lived and breathed those clip drops in real time like they were AIR. I completed the Norwegian duolingo course and my streak is still going. But really which skam viewer has ever been not entirely invested in the series. I’ll stop now cuz I could talk Forever about it all…
The untamed
Oh god. If you knew me when I first watched cql I’m genuinely so sorry… I would NOT shut up. It was every other word out of my mouth. I related every goddamn thing I saw to the show. It consumed me for MONTHS. As in I literally couldn’t watch anything else until a few months later after binging all sorts of bts, adaptations, and reading parts of the novel (funny thing is I still haven’t seen all adaptations/everything lmao). I always say it’s a good thing I couldn’t legally drive people when I was in this phase cuz I ONLY listened to/played the fucking character osts in the car for months like I knowww my mom was sick of it (she’s the only one who had to deal with me in the car lmfao). It was also the first time I ever actually made a sideblog for anything. I found the show at a very fitting time in my life too. Probably one of the hardest times ever but some of the themes in the series stuck with me in ways that felt so personal. A lot of love here
Kinnporsche
Another one I was super invested in at the time. Would not shut tf up about vegaspete. Very annoying about. Rewatched tf out of it. You know the drill. The few months I spent watching it was so eventful
HIStory2: crossing the line
Okay I think I’m really just in a HIStory mood lately but this fucking show. THESE TWO. YU HAO AND ZI XUAN. WHAT THE FUCK. The best way I can explain this is in a way no one else can understand: it appeals to a younger part of me in a very specific way. Like it’s scary. The chemistry is insane like going back to it after about a year still made me feel the exact same crazy way. One of the greatest losses caused by covid was the sequel that got cancelled 💔
Bad buddy
We all saw this coming. Gotta end with a bang. My favorite ql of all time. Insane to experience live and such a perfectly crafted show (thx p’aof). Layers upon layers of depth to write about (which like tbh every bad buddy fan basically has, me included). Just so much to love. Speaking of love: milklove origins too!!! We get it all from one silly little series. I remember exactly where I was so vividly when I experienced so many iconic scenes. It’s legendary!
I’m gonna tag @dumpsterslugz (I can tag you in things like this now >:D) @pondphuwin @heart-ming @markpakin & anyone else who wants 2 do this !!
#sorry this took a bit to do I was at school fjhsjf#tysm for tagging me again!!!#also one show almost made the cut and I went back and forth deleting and adding it but eventually just… No#tag game#b.txt
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One thing I've been thinking...
These are just my random thoughts, so feel free to disagree.
Lately I've seen a lot of posts in the fandom in increasing extent that's kinda sad imo. (I've been in this fandom for a short while, but in a lot bigger fandom for years, and in my experience, the negativity is always the same, the package just is different.)
People get really worked up by the Billy/Dacre antis on all platforms, and then they vent about it here, and make sometimes compelling and sometimes less compelling arguments in defence of both.
It's fine, ppl need to vent and hey, everyone is allowed to do what they want on their blog and if someone can't take it, unfollow, block, filter content, blah blah blah. Simple as that.
But I just always think how much those people allow the antis actually take their own headspace and then spew the negative energy from the antis directly to the positive fandom here on Tumblr.
I assume most of the negativity comes from Twatter and dickdock (I hate both and haven't used the first in years and the other one but once and logged off immediately – I know they're both very volatile spaces). I know antis are here too, but I assume it's way smaller issue here than in those two. (Quick check on the anti billy hargrove tag tells me that most of those here are teens and young adults who are yet to grow up, so not worth even a thought)
I come on Tumblr to get away from real world. To forget all the negativity of other ppl and just in general get away from everything that's happening in real world. I try to follow blogs that post positive stuff and engage only with content that's positive or compelling in any way.
So when I see those posts, sometimes even with screenshots from the anti's, it always makes me feel sad – but not for me.
It's always for the op as in hey, you're here where the Billy/Dacre fandom is absolutely bonkers in a GOOD way, cherishing and loving a character that never got any of that in the show itself, and loving the actor who plays the character unabashedly. And you're as the op here because of that too.
So I just wonder why do you take all that negativity be it from here or from somewhere else or here and bring it into our positive space and stain it with it? And in addition other ppl then engage with it – even if it's to just agree with the op. That's like preaching to the choir – why do it?
This is a place where you could happily enjoy the character without that much of a fear of getting bs of it. Or at least that's my experience. I haven't gotten any bs as long as I've been here. But of course this blog is very small.
So correct me if I'm wrong.
Now, I do run one big sideblog with 10k followers in a big fandom and my main has 1,5k followers too. So I know hate and how it feels when you're getting it in any form, in reblogs or anonymously on asks. It's SHIT.
But what I've learned from those two is, that as long as the hate and the antis are being addressed, neither will go away. There will always be antis and idiots who send anonymous hate.
It's called the internet.
And not to forget: social media platforms in general have been proven to boost negative content, because it keeps users on the platforms longer, meaning more income to the platforms. I repeat:
Never forget that negativity is partly designed into social media platforms.
What can be done to all of this is to choose not to engage with the negativity, and just let it be. Even if the negative views get you totally worked up and feel like you need to educate whoever.
Trust me, they won't learn anything, and you'll just spend hours on trying to do that.
This image sums my thoughts pretty much:
I guarantee that you will feel a lot better when you just
start scrolling past all the negative stuff on all platforms,
don't engage with the negativity,
don't go into the anti-Billy tags
just delete the shitty anonymous asks, and
don't spend time on writing a response here on Tumblr, where the people the responses are directed to (= antis) aren't.
And pls pls delete your accounts on any platforms that give you only shitty feels. You're not going to miss ANYTHING.
Not spending any time on the antis gives you more headspace and time to spend positively on our favourite rat boy. It makes your experience so much more better, and also the overall atmosphere of the fandom more positive for everyone everywhere.
Like I said, just random thoughts. Feel free to disagree with me.
#billy hargrove#harringrove#billy hargrove fandom#dacre montgomery#Sometimes I feel like I need to address something like this#today I was bored with work so I did this instead#I love our little rat boy#and I love this fandom#it's the best I've ever been in
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tagged by @hua-fei-hua! it’s been ages since I’ve done one of these it was kind of fun lol! sorry for the delayed answers...
1. are you named after anyone?
a couple of ppl assume my name is kiri because it’s like, referencing kirishima from bnha. i haven’t kept up with bnha properly since. honestly since the dabi reveal ch dropped so that’s… nov 5th 2020 lol. I’ve got residual feelings abt it but not much interest in actually reading it (sorry). nowadays I don’t get as much of that anymore—my name is just like. digimon dusk only lets your character have a 4 character name max so I hit various syllables together and keysmashed until it sounded good. im attached to it now.
2. when was the last time you cried?
…today lol. i cry easy when i'm frustrated.
3. do you have kids?
no. I have a Feeling this will be rather unrelatable to whoever I tag so. electing to present my own question:
3 (again). [FREE SPACE] recommend a song?
im gonna recommend Tsuru (en: Bowstring) by koyori / denbolP bc it’s great. I love this producer actually.
4. do you use sarcasm a lot?
mm I think im probably averagely sarcastic but like. I do have a habit of like. ex: someone will be like oh where’s [kiri]? when I’m literally right there and I have the immediate impulse to say, completely straightfaced, like “oh [kiri]? sorry they’ve been dead for seven years. they’ve never been in this room in your entire life.” so essentially I like doubling down on things when I think it’s funny.
5. what sports do you play/have played
i played basketball for six years!
6. what's the first thing you notice about people?
i think the first like, physical detail I pay proper Attention to is earrings. just cause I like em. apart from that it’s probably their voice and what they find funny.
7. eye color?
brown. comparatively I think it’s rather dark to the point of looking black.
8. scary movies or happy endings?
i mean I feel like this is a. false dichotomy but I really don’t have a good stomach for horror and stuff so. happy endings ig.
9. any special talents?
talents… I’ve memorized my squares up to 30-ish, so like if for example if someone says 28 I can rattle off 784. I’ve been told I have a talent for talking abt media I like but that’s also something said by my lovely friends lol.
10. where were you born?
on earth. im also electing to replace this with my own question:
10 (again). what made you make a tumblr account?
if ppl look at my blog they shall think I showed up in 2020 but I’ve actually been here since 2015. I just… deactivated my acct by accident when I meant to delete a sideblog. ok. so obviously I remade in that case. I made one back in 2015, though, because I was like, really into hxh and ran into some hxh blogs I was like. in love with. also some fairy tail fic authors I rly respected were on here. and I wanted to discuss hxh and post fic. so I joined.
11. what are your hobbies?
writing! and reading! and drawing! and playlist making. im basic. writing is probably #1 to me tho I rly enjoy it. like for all I complain about it I actually really enjoy the act of like putting down words and crafting stuff and editing. I’d actually love to beta fic more regularly. and get reallllly good at grammar (seriously if anyone has any resources on that chuck it at me) and action scenes. those r my big two dreams.
12. do you have any pets?
nope! i do have a depressing amount of wips I have not taken care of, tho…
13. how tall are you?
5’2” or about 158 cm, i haven't measured myself lately. I’ve been told my various sources that I have “tall person energy” tho. im not as good abt it nowadays but I tend to be a bit careful abt keeping my back straight. at the very least I’m pretty aware of it. I wanna say it was just cool of me to be that way bc I was into having good posture but I’m like 90% sure it was because I read skip beat and I really liked that kyoko stood that way.
14. favorite subject in school?
math by farrrr. literature is dependent on the teacher for quality imo and while I enjoyed it I was always a bit sad that we never did any creative writing. math is just very nicely methodical.
15. dream job?
honestly I don’t have one. like I’d love to publish a book some day but I don’t want it to be my Job. im pretty satisfied just doing smthing productive-feeling and where I have enough free time tbh.
no obligation to answer ofc to anyone tagged. also if you don’t want to answer any of the questions just reject them... I just provided alternates bc I felt like it. i think this is supposed to be 15 questions for 15 mutuals but i dont want to tag that many people... @icharchivist @sunnnfish @dirtbra1n @mxddyhero @heartsdash @watcher-ofthe-sky @estradasphere
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omg so my dad and i were talking about the future and stuff and things and he told me that my best option was pursuing a creative career and look into writing more seriously. so i am. by that ive found a bunch of magazines and stuff so im gonna start writing to submit things into there + i made a whole list of ideas or older stuff i could possibly rewrite split into novels / short stories / poetry + flash fiction
so the goal now is to like. i guess just write and build up my portfolio lol i mean its not like i Havent been writing but its mainly been fanfics which hmmm dont rlly consider that. as real writing no offense. thats mainly just been practice. ill make like a sideblog and stuff to post it all etc etc but for now i have to focus on my submissions. currently theres two im looking at since theyre open - though one i couldnt find a deadline? so ill be saying before the end of december but idk. other is late january so i have time
the rest either reopen january or later in the year so ill get to it when i get to it.
anyway my two things; one is a series of poems under the theme of Intersections. which i have titled very originally as [the soulmate / the meadow / the boar (the beetle]. take with that as you will lol
the second is a horror - science fiction with a focus on magical realism. so it Has to be grounded in reality. which im doing a short story about Grief, your lover as a ghost and your house is your graveyard.
i have drafts for both done but im gonna be rewriting like. lots and lots and lots. and obv cant share anything until after i submit and im rejected or accepted. if im being honest i do Not have super high hopes bc this is my first time ever doing this and also the ppl i see getting accepted are like multi published authors with multiple degrees and i am a highschool dropout who struggles writing a single paragraph. so um but its whatever i think just the act of actually Finishing and Submitting is the best in the world. and i can always rewrite stuff as i get older or submit to other magazine - esp the ghost story it fits a few other ones i have my eye on.
butttt yea! very happy to have something to work towards i guess! and finally be able to say that i am a writer and have something to show for it :)
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Fanexus - Upcoming Fandom-focused Platform
Hey y’all, Kaishun here, who hasn’t spoken in 85 years but still vaguely lurks around in the corners of your peripherals. As you guys probably know, with the tumblr ban on NSFW (both for things that actually were NSFW and vaguely fleshy colored), a lot of big folks in the fandom left for twitter. Well, twitter sucks, as it’s impossible to finding anything. Nobody tags stuff, because there’s not enough space to do so, and harassment’s pretty bad (both due to lack of tagging and due to tagging).
Fanexus is a platform wanting to change that! It’s kinda’ve the love child between tumblr and livejournal, and with the beta coming up soon, they’re trying to drum up some hype. I’m hype, so, I’m gonna go over some of my fav official features so far:
Proship / Anti-Harassment / Anti-Censorship
Useful Tagging System ( #Saix = #Saïx )
3 Accounts in 1 (1 login for 3 different blogs)
Details on^ below the cut. Here’s a pretty picture from their blog @fanexus-dot-net to show its progress:
Proship, Harassment, and Censorship (Don’t Like/Don’t Read)
A lot of platforms and people are aggressively censoring fictional content they don’t like. Whether that be two characters lewding in general, those character being in an abusive relationships, noncon, age gaps, underaged, incest, etc.-- a lot of people get harassed for drawing that kind of stuff. But, y’know-- it’s fictional. No different from the whole “video games cause violence” scare from moms in the 90s. But the harassment from people has gotten really bad, especially on twitter.
Fanexus allows whatever you want to draw/write/etc., as long as it is of fictional characters--with a great tagging system to support it. If you don’t like something... you block the tag! Bam, that simple. You shouldn’t see anymore.
For those of you who went to Pillowfort, and were displeased with the sudden rule change & bans regarding some content, Fanexus should have no such issue. They’re hosting in Denmark, where the country’s sex specialists determined that underaged content of fictional characters did not have a negative impact on actual children.
Useful Tagging System
idk about you, but I hate looking under the 10 different names for the same ship. Every other new artist seems to have another name for their fav pairing. Fanexus has a tagging system that support synonyms-- meaning “#XemSai”, “#Xemnas x Saix”, “#Xemnas/Saïx”, etc. will all show up under the same “#XemSai” search.
Its tagging is also hierarchical-- so if someone tags something with just “#XemSai”, it’ll show up under show up #Xemnas, #Saix, and #Kingdom Hearts. While this may come off as a bit scary at first (there’s such a “don’t put X in the main tag!” concern on tumblr), it normalizes letting your art/fics to be actually, like... seen. And if someone doesn’t like it #XemSai, they can just block the tag. This greatly decreases the chance of shy people with rarepairs just being lost to the abyss, never seen again. As someone who’s in some small fandoms, “forcing” everything to go into the series tag is a great feature to me.
It also lets people completely block series-- block the #Kingdom Hearts tag if you don’t want to see Melody of Memory spoilers. As long as they’ve tagged their posts with anything regarding the series, it’ll get caught up in that block filter, so you can safely play the game and still browse your feed.
Aliases (3 Accounts in 1)
With one account, you have three different “Alias” blogs. These generally function like completely different blogs (none of that sideblog shit); with their own posts, their own followers, their own following, and their own memberships to communities. You can switch between them with an easy click, instead of having to open a whole new browser or logout/login like on tumblr.
My plan is to have a SFW alias, a NSFW alias, and a RP alias. I can enjoy my SFW alias at work and on the go, as well as post some OCs to it; I can switch to my NSFW alias if I want to see some juicy smut on a lazy weekend; and to my RP alias to catch up on what’s been going on and write some replies.
Miscellaneous
Communities: You ever think about making a blog exclusively for one character, but go “ugh sideblogs suck and I don’t want to do this by myself”? Well, Communities allow everyone who joins to share content to it, easily gathering art/fics from your favorite character or series in one place. It’s a great way to find people with similar interests, follow some new artists, etc. Roleplay-wise, theoretically great for “Worlds”; tossing an opener into the themed world and getting some replies.
Funding: They’re currently planning on no ads, and funding via premium features, such as buying extra aliases. There’ll be a Kickstarter later for server cost and additional features.
People/Fans: I’ve been on their discord for a few weeks, and holy shit, these are my people. I’ve never felt so comfortable just like... chatting about my interests with people. I’m not the #1 sinner in the server at all times, like I am everywhere else. Discussions I’ve normally seen blow up into huge raging disagreements kinda just simmer to slightly irritable but still civil conversations. It’s kinda bizarre to witness, like... mature people talking to mature people.
Minors: Minors will not be able to see posts marked as 18+, full stop. You can also mark your entire blog as 18+, but you’re not required to. Minors who lie about their age will have their accounts banned.
Interested?: Their beta is going to be starting sometime late this month. You can find more details on their tumblr blog ( https://fanexus-dot-net.tumblr.com/ ) or their twitter ( https://twitter.com/fanexus ). You can sign up for their forum/discord/beta over here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1-Ll_vb1bukbnxHpaQcuxUikUu1NtqDk3-AsD4gZkjiY/viewform?edit_requested=true
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I know you aren’t keen on getting a bunch of asks recommending media, but is there anything you’ve gotten into lately that you’re during to pitch to people?
Let's see. ^.^ I'm currently watching Adventure Time. This is my first time watching every episode sequentially (circa 2013 or 2014 or so, I watched a spattering of episodes out of order but never finished the show). Currently in S6. I absolutely love how the world grows in Adventure Time. You can tell the early seasons were written with little in mind, simply going out, being wild, being spontaneous, and creating a wacky, trippy world. But that turned into a world with great depth, heart, and expansion as the series continues (especially once you enter Season 5). The worldbuilding is awesomely done.
I feel like lots of shows, when they transition from "early spontaneity" to "long-term comfort," they lose something. I think of Futurama. The early seasons of Futurama are incredible because it's not formulaic to the viewer; events are unexpected; new characters are introduced rather than repeated, expected, predictable recurrences. Futurama is still a HELL of a show in its middling seasons, etc. and a fave of mine. The Office (USA) also has that challenge/loss. But damn, Adventure Time managed the transition INCREDIBLY smoothly and well, I love how you settle into the world. How you get into the depth. How you get worldbuilding. How you get into deeper story messages. And how even in the midst of all that, you still maintain that spark, that spontaneity, that uniqueness, that vibe that made me get interested in the show in the first place.
Adventure Time straddles the line between two types of off-kilter: the positive, quirky-bright off-kilter, and the slight-off-slightly-dark-off-kilter. It's great. I've also heavily appreciated the cast of characters, how there's a ton of women characters, and how they're all very interesting, in-depth, and not standard/stereotypes.
But uhhhhhh. Really my current hyperfixation is. Uh. Bluegrass. [laughter] Seriously. Bluegrass. Especially first generation bluegrass circa 1940s-1960s. I made a fuckin' sideblog intentionally to avoid folks unwantedly suffering juxtaposition of fictional fandom and music history obsessing. Heh. Hilariously, I've been timid to show the true depths of my screeching passion. Rn I'm trying to do blog clean-up and a mini-restart (halfway through retagging my posts! and planning to change how I write my posts so they're shorter, etc.), and trying to get more outgoing... because let's be real, it's going to be more entertaining if I'm gungho crying screeching infodumping unrestrained about the subject, whatever your background is on the subject. I know I enjoy reading posts on any topic if the writer is sufficiently excited, so I need to uh, channel the excitement! SO THAT'S WHAT I AM PLANNING TO DO.
And seriously that's where all my excitement in life is right now!!! It's changed my life and I'm not even joking (not gonna go into here rn why but yeah it has). Like holy shit I can't get enough of reading about these dudes from the 1950s. I can't get enough listening to them, watching videos, learning the little nothings, the stupid humorous stories, the Drama(tm) between competing bands, the development of the music, me learning how to play banjo and fiddle, writing creative stories (fics????) inspired by the topic, everything!!! I can listen to a recording and tell you which fiddler is playing in this band or which mandolin picker or which tenor is singing and probably estimate what year it was recorded because like, holy shit man, I have found my CALLING. I've started collecting 100 year old records! I'm heading to a bluegrass festival this weekend for three solid days of internal (and probably external) fanboying. Gah it's like, fucking, there's all those K-Pop fans out there and they have each other to scream with, and i'm all here by my lonesome on this fucking genre. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IT HAS CHANGED MY LIFE FOR THE BETTER so I cannot be happier at where my mind has headed.
So if you want to uhhhh read..... THAT??!?!?!?!?! uh? I mean, I don't expect you to be interested. BUT YOU ARE WELCOME TO COME ABOARD AND POKE ME and see what the stupid fucking shit I've somehow managed to get myself into. Okay but seriously it's so coool like all the different banjo playing styles??? How many people innovated their own style and taught themselves to play? ALL THE DIFFERENT INFLUENCES THAT GO INTO BLUEGRASS MUSIC??? How it's simultaneously a hella progressively innovative music style from its inception to today while also considered USA American traditional music? How many of these songs are several hundred years old and originated as English, Scottish, and the like folk tunes? How you might find out a bluegrass song actually originated as an obscure broadway tune that got coopted, or a Jamaican folk song, or big band jazz, or...? I mean holy cow dude, music is awesome and i'm so glad that it's a major part of my life again.
a;eogiaje;roigaje;roiagjerioj I have no idea if this is anything you wanted, but that's my answer I guess! Full of incoherence. Have a great one and stay awesome.
#long post#blabbing Haddock#ask#ask me#thatbanjobusiness#that banjo business#music#Adventure Time#AT#non-dragons#awesome anonymous friend#anonymous
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Mobile Masterlist
Requests are CLOSED
(p.s. I don’t write smut so please don’t request it, thank you)
The Last Of US Masterlist
Help Her - Platonic Joel + Ellie x Reader (series)
Since outbreak day in 2003, Y/N and her older brother Ben have survived the post-pandemic world together. But when they arrive in Boston and meet a couple of smugglers, things change.
Marvel Masterlist
The Intern - Tony Stark x Reader (series) COMPLETE!
You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises
Bloody Beetle - Steven Grant x Reader / Arthur Harrow x Reader (series) COMPLETE!
A night on the late shift with Steven ends badly when a creepy guy with a scales tattoo shows up searching for a beetle
Doctor Who Masterlist
Trust - Doctor x Reader (one shot)
When the Doctor betrays your trust and an old foe brings danger your way, there could be disastrous consequences
Home - Doctor x Daughter!Reader (mini series) COMPLETE!
After stealing an escape shuttle on the planet Messaline and travelling alone for many years, you finally find your father… only to discover he’s now your mother
Dracula BBC/Netflix Masterlist
Flesh & Blood - Dracula x Reader (series) COMPLETE
A mysterious stranger with ties to your past shows up in your small village
Familiar - Dracula x Familiar/Servant Reader (oneshot)
Reader is Dracula’s familiar. When your master’s oldest vampire friend comes to visit a feast takes dangerous turn and truths are revealed
Shadow & Bone / Six of Crows Masterlist
Who Hurt You? - Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader (oneshot)
Reader is Kaz Brekker’s younger sister. Jesper finds her injured and Kaz wants to know who’s responsible (requested)
Family - Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader (Oneshot)
Reader is Kaz Brekker’s younger sister. She’s also a heartrender who was separated from her brothers at the age of six. Ten years later she meets Kaz again as he plans to kidnap the sun summoner. (requested)
The Crow Club - Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader (Oneshot)
Reader gets a job at the Crow Club but big brother Kaz is over protective. (requested)
The Plan - Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader (oneshot)
Reader is the sun summoner who Kaz is sent to kidnap. (requested)
Useless - Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader (oneshot)
Reader is Kaz’s sister and has a medical condition. She gets injured on a job. (requested)
Valuable - Kaz Brekker x Reader (oneshot)
Kaz and the crows are paid to find the reader and her sister after they run away from their father (requested)
A Family of our Own - Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader (oneshot)
when Kaz and the reader lose their families, they decide to create a new one. But both must suffer the trauma of their pasts (requested)
Beneath Your Beautiful - Aleksander/Darkling x Reader (oneshot)
Reader is the sun summoner, but doesn't believe they can live up to everyone’s expectations (requested)
Disappointment- Ivan x Daughter!Reader (oneshot)
Reader is Ivan’s daughter and he wants her to be a heartrender like him even though she’s actually a healer. (requested)
Fleabag Masterlist
Unfaithful - Hot Priest x Reader (series) COMPLETE
After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.
Miscellaneous Masterlist
James McAvoy
No Business Like Show Business - James x Reader (series)
You work backstage at a theatre and become close with the star of the show (who you may also have a slight crush on)
Enamoured - James x Reader (two part mini-series)
James meets reader at Michael’s birthday party and falls head over heels for her (requested)
If you want to be added to any tag lists please drop me a message/ask. Because this is a sideblog I'm unable to reply to comments, sorry. But all feedback is much appreciated ❤️
#masterlist#fanfics#fics#Tony Stark x reader#doctor x reader#james mcavoy x reader#Dracula x reader#master x reader#iron man x reader#Hawkeye x reader#Clint Barton x reader#hot priest x reader#Andrew Scott x reader#fleabag x reader#dracula bbc#dracula netflix#claes bang x reader#shadow and bone#Kaz Brekker x reader#darkling x reader#kirigan x reader#six of crows#the last of us#tlou#Joel Miller x reader
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Thinking about Posts and Tumblr
So I responded to an earlier post from @kalesims in the comments. I probably should have reblogged it so I didn't have to break up my response which may have made it less than useful (and potentially read to mean the opposite of what I meant), but I also wanted to move a bit beyond the initial prompt with this longer one.
I have not posted much Sims stuff in awhile. Part of this is because school and work demands are eating so much of my time right now1, part of this that ongoing pursuit of perfection we all seem to have to some extent on social media, and part of it is because I may have dumped my entire CC folder into my game without sorting it properly and now it runs like rubbish and I have to fix it.
Regardless, I'm going to focus on issue #2 the ongoing pursuit of perfection, because I think this is the most relevant bit and the one I've been thinking a lot about lately.
Tumblr is a social media platform. (This bit is a little academic, sorry.) I think we all know that, but do we ever really think about what that means? It's ultimately a company that provides a public-facing platform with the explicit intent of marketing ourselves to each other. More likes and followers for you=more ads and money for Tumblr, but they have to incentivize that for any of us to care. How do they do that? Make it a popularity contest. How often do you look at your likes or followers count? What emotional response do you have when they're low? How many creators incentivize new followers or more likes by releasing content to correlate with milestones in those areas? This is all part of feeding that beast2. It also draws on something referred to academically as the "hedonic treadmill," which is basically the keeping up with the Joneses mentality where we constantly compare our success to our peers and find ourselves wanting, even if we aren't. This is going somewhere, I promise.
When I first started Tumblr, I had one blog: transcendentcacophony. I started it explicitly to follow sims blogs I liked and keep track of the cc I downloaded or things that caught my attention, and my initial posts all reflected that. After I was on for a while, I realized most blogs compartmentalized to a certain degree: you have a blog for gameplay, a blog for cc finds, a blog for interest x, etc., so, not being particularly versed in these things, I thought "This is how you tumble!" and immediately set about creating sideblogs like transcendentcacophonyinspire, transcendentcacophonys3cc, or transcendentcacophonystudyblr. I went through my entire archive, moved everything over to its new home, and deleted the original posts and reblogs from this page. Does that mean I think having all the sideblogs is wrong? Nope. The organization of having sideblogs is sometimes helpful, but they they make me feel kind of fractured on some level. None of these provide an image of a whole person, just brief glimpses of an aspect. Sometimes I regret having split the off, other times I find it more convenient. Mileage may vary, but the obvious winner for the sideblog model is arguably Tumblr. None of my blogs have many followers, but there isn't as much overlap in audience as you might think and if they were all still one blog, I doubt there'd be as many as there are.
This raises the question of who you intend your blog to be for. Is it for Tumblr, so they can keep making that sweet sweet ad revenue? Is it for the online audience? Or is it for you? Who do you see as your primary audience? The structure of social media clearly wants us to say everyone else. "You're here for the likes! The followers! The popularity!" Other companies lean in to this as well. How many followers do you have to have to qualify as an EA Game Changer?
I would argue that it's this pressure to have all likes, followers, etc., that prohibit us from posting what we really want to post. Are you posting the things that actually make you happy? Or are you posting the things that you think an audience wants to see?
Learning anything takes a lot of practice. How many times did you fall off before you learned to ride a bike? How many broken and malformed pots do you make before you get a perfect one? We learn by doing. Waiting for that perfect screenshot or getting reshade just right or having the perfect city in CAW keeps us from posting our broken pots. Maybe we need to post more broken pots.
If something makes us happy, does it need to be perfect, or do we love it anyway? "This is my first pot! It sucks, but I made it! Finishing it alone is an accomplishment! It's mine and I'm learning and I want to show that process so we can all get better together!" Shouldn't our screenshots or gameplay or worldbuilding be the same?
I am building a world in CAW. I've been doing it for quite awhile, and I have an entire folder full of broken pots as a result, but I learned something every time I broke one. When I read CAW forums, I learn more from the ones where things don't work than from ones where they do. I post some of my broken pots, and simmers like @nilxis or @murfeelee are so supportive and helpful and give me tips on how to better and fix issues I'm having. I value that part of this community. I don't learn to do better by not showing off my broken pots.
I know some of my interests are pretty niche. I'm building an alien scifi world, I have conversion projects from games that support that but probably won't be useful to mainstream simmers. I made a series of alien moons in conjunction with simblu, who is now deactivated. These are arguably not things that will get a lot of likes, reblogs, or followers, but they are things that make me happy. Kurt Vonnegut once said when he wrote books, he always wrote with only 2 people in mind: himself and his sister. His goal was that at the very least he would like what he wrote, and a few of the books were written with her in mind, and if anyone else liked it, it was just gravy. I can’t say I’m a fan of the man’s writing, but I kind of like the idea of this mentality.
To that end, I think I'm going to change up how I use this blog moving forward, with the express goal of posting more often and with more emphasis on things that make me happy or show off more of my broken pots. Maybe it will cost me followers, maybe it won't, but it will help me carve this little niche out of the internet that is mine, that makes me happy, and that seeks to support the simmers and other community members3 that have been so supportive of me in the past. If just one or two people get something from it, or are entertained, isn’t that still just as valid?
I don't mean to imply in any way that posting what makes you happy can't make you popular, or gain likes and followers. It's very much possible. Vonnegut wrote his books for himself and he published 14 novels, three short story collections, five plays, and five nonfiction works, complete with film adaptations of several, literary prizes, etc. You can be successful doing what you love.
But I don't know that I need to be successful at it. I want to be happy doing it first, and anything outside of that is gravy. I'm going to post more broken pots and worry less about perfection or "doing it right." I'm going to fall off the bike and get back up and keep going. And maybe, by falling and failing, I'll get better or at least good enough or comfortable enough I'm not worried so much about that quest for perfection that is currently prohibiting me from trying.
Anyways, @kalesims, I don't know if that answers the original question you had. But I'd love to see what you post, be it gameplay, screenshots, cc, etc., really whatever floats your boat, moving forward. And, if you're willing, I'd love to learn by doing together. Let's go break some pots.
1 Whoever decided the best way to avoid outbreaks on campus was to just cancel all breaks and holidays over the last year clearly doesn't understand college students (who very much are still having parties and making up their own breaks) or that the reason we have those breaks is for mental health. Fall break was specifically added to reduce suicide rates among graduate students. And admin wonders why everyone hates them...
2 There's a researcher who looks at social media as a neoliberal marketplace that forces us to monetize ourselves without necessarily allowing us to realize that's what we're doing. She's got a book coming out about it next month if anyone is interested: Pain Generation: Social Media, Feminist Activism, and the Neoliberal Self(ie)
3I have in no way forgotten you, @piyotan, and you are definitely part of my online community, this was just targeted largely at simming.
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about me tag game
rules: answer 30 questions and tag blogs you are contractually obligated to know better
tagged by: i was tagged by a bunch of people so thank u to @lilas, @veeples, @admdmrtn, @agentsunshine, @echohauville and @masonsfangs for thinking of me !!! and im using the edited version by meg @/lilas !!!
tagging: @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @bravomckenzie and whoever else wants to do this !!!
name/nickname: jade / please is there really a way to give me a nickname... most people make it longer when they try LMFAOOO
gender: she/her
star sign: I AM AN ARIES WOMAN [virgo ↑ sagittarius ☽]
height: 4′10...................... anyways
birthday: march 29th [the way im about to have my second birthday in quarantine im absolutely SICK]
lucky number: none bc i have the worst luck on the planet. i like even numbers tho
when did you create this blog: i made this sideblog in like... june i think ?
what do I post: all twc – i reblog twc art, edits, and fics [even though i’ve been really terrible at that lately since i’ve been active in another fandom atm]. i post commissions of my own, occasional headcanons, shitposts, fics every once in a blue moon.... tbh im boring on here :/ sowwy
last thing googled: jared hess’s filmography [nacho libre / gentleman broncos supremacy]
do I get asks: occasionally ! i usually get them from my friends and forget to answer them [i am SO sorry rip to chrisha and esme and kat and becky and alicia and baylee..... yall are the vips i don’t deserve u]. and i get some prompts i never finish.... i love funny anons pls send sum of those
why I chose my url: bc i wanted something relating to mason! and since he doesn’t have a canon last name i had to choose something that was close enough for me. i’m genuinely obsessed w my url like i was FLOORED when it wasn’t copped SKDFKSDJ i don’t think i’d ever change it
*my current projects/wips: i have.... many wips bc ill have an idea and a basic passage and i’ll jot it down and take forever to actually finish it – the attached series is on hiatus for now while i write for another fandom, but i’m working on that, a spiritual sequel to another mason fic i wrote before, another mason fic, a felix fic w my new detective, and some prompts i might get to eventually. i am the literal worst at finishing wips LMFAOOOO
favorite bands: hmm i don’t listen to too many bands, so i’ll include rap groups, and girl groups! foster the people, pivot gang, the internet, bad suns, & two door cinema club, chloe x halle, city girls, and wu-tang clan !
favorite solo artists: buckle up biddies! these are my favs at the moment + some are my favs of all time – rihanna, megan thee stallion, bree runway, smino, tei shi, sza, flo milli, ari lennox, tinashe, slayyyter, cordae, schoolboy q, vince staples ... ok ill stop here
song stuck in my head: unrequited love by thundercat GOD it’s so good but haunting i LOVE it
favorite song: kiss it better by rihanna will always be my favorite song of all time no contest
last movie: don verdean bc i wanted to finish watching all of jared hess’s films !
last show: jojo’s bizarre adventure part 5 [i am a mista and bucciarati simp first, human being second]
favorite food: i love food and eating omg so this one is hard as hell
*food I hate: h*t d*gs and chili idk how the hell yall eat that shit
*favorite color: i really love mustard yellow and any deep green color !
*favorite animal: omg.... i love monkeys and dogs and cats... idk i love all animals tbh KSKDKKDFS
what I’m currently wearing: cotton shorts, a tank top, and my grandpa’s sweater [he passed last year and my grandma gifted a bunch of his old sweaters to me so it’s v comforting]
dream job: haha should i get existential here..... i genuinely don’t know what i’m supposed to be doing w my life SKJFDKSDJKJSD anyways !
dream trip: tokyo w my boyfriend !!!! we’ve been talking about it for years so i think it’d be the trip of a lifetime
*currently reading: i was trying to reread twilight but i got distracted LMAO [don’t worry i read my old copy from middle school i aint giving her any money]
*currently thinking about: finishing wips for an appreciation week i’m running,
nationality: usa :/
*fun fact: during the first month or so i started dating my bf we were swimming at my house and i tripped over my sleeping dog and tore my knee up and i still have the scar to this day ! and we’re still dating almost 8 years later LMAOOO
top three fictional universes: god im thinking more anime but i’d prob choose hxh or mha or any universe yuasa comes up with bc he writes women so well
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Lucas pt.1: The Carnival
This is the first piece of writing I’ve put out for others to read, so please tell me what you think! Also if this post seems familiar I posted it on a sideblog I had meant to be a main blog, this blog, so I’m reposting it here. Sorry if you’re seeing this for the second time.
Thanks to @haro-whumps for beta-ing
Content Warnings: Blood, torture, whipping, magical backlash, dehumanization, forced to perform, burns, painful healing. Not really sure how to do content warnings so if I missed something or you want something added please let me know.
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The carnival grounds were bustling with excitement as numerous people meandered about from attraction to attraction. Stalls peddling food and trinkets were dotted about, with various entertainers filling any empty space. Sword swallowers and jesters wooed crowds with dazzling acts while bards sang songs of old glories and heroes to enthralled bystanders. Food, drink, and merriment alike flowed freely all across the carnival. At the center of it all was a stage, where the biggest and best acts were to be performed. Getting on to the center stage was expensive, but the potential reward was worth it. Impress the hundreds of people that were watching, and you’d be thrown enough coin to bury a horse. The center stage of the carnival is where dreams and money are made, and where failure is not an option.
Lucas knew that failure wasn’t an option. That had been drilled into his head for years. He needed to impress the crowd, or there would be harsh consequences. On paper that should be easy enough, he was a mage. Odds were that only five other people on the continent knew how to do magic, and none of them would be near a small rural village like the one the carnival was held at. As long as he didn’t screw anything up he would be the crowning jewel of every act on the main stage. Unfortunately Lucas was very good at screwing things up. It was all he was good at if his masters were to be believed.
He looked down at the manacles binding his wrists together, rubbing them absentmindedly. They were heavy hunks of iron that chafed and tore his skin when he moved his arms. They were also enchanted, numerous warding runes had been etched into them to prevent those wearing them to perform any magic whatsoever. An expensive process, but one that Lucas’ masters believed to be necessary. He wore them all the time, only ever being freed when he needed to perform. That time was coming soon, and we didn’t know if he was excited or not. If he did well it would mean hot meals, a few days rest, maybe even some fresh clothes. If he screwed something up it would mean punishment, a lot of it.
“Hey rat! It's time, get your ass over here.” The rough voice of master Devran called out from the other side of the room.
Devvran was the one that spent the most time with Lucas. He was responsible for getting him ready for any shows and making sure he didn't keel over during the journeys between cities. He also hated Lucas’ existence and took every opportunity he had to make him miserable.
“I’m not going to ask again, rat! Get over here!”
Lucas obeyed, walking over to the larger man and presenting his wrists. Devran took the key from his belt and unlocked the manacles. They fell to the floor with a loud thunk, nearly crushing Lucas's feet. Jumping back a bit he took a moment to rub his now free wrists. He could already feel the magic flowing back through his body. It was an odd feeling, not a good one, but not necessarily painful. No, the pain would come later when he actually tried to use it.
The crowd outside was beginning to gather, and Lucas took a moment to peak outside the curtains dividing the main stage from the preparation area. There were almost a hundred of them, with more gathering on the peripheries. It was one of the bigger crowds Lucas had seen lately. Bigger crowds meant a bigger payout, or a bigger potential mob if things went wrong. All sorts were gathered around the stage. Men, women, children, farmhands, guards, even the odd merchant or two. All of them were expecting a good show, and even though he was well hidden from their sight Lucas could feel their eyes boring into him. The unintelligible din of the crowd was roaring in his ears like a thunderclap, and his grip on the curtain tightened as he closed his eyes and tried to push down his growing panic.
A hard backhand slap to the side of his head broke through his mental haze. Stumbling back a few steps Lucas shook the stars from his eyes and saw Master Harold looking down at him, annoyed. Haold was the showmaster, and while he didn’t hate Lucas as much as Devran did he still looked at the boy with open distaste.
“Stop daydreaming boy!” his voice came out hard like cold steel and Lucas had to force himself not to flinch away. That always angered Master Harold for some reason. “I’m ‘bout to go introduce your act, so get your head together and be ready. I expect a good show or else…” He grabbed Lucas by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up a few inches off the ground so their eyes met. “Or else you’ll be hobbling to our next stop on broken feet. Ye got that?”
Lucas didn’t bother responding, simply offering a small nod of confirmation. Harold sneered and dropped him to the floor before turning away and facing the curtain. He sighed softly, as if readying himself, before almost jumping through the curtain on to the main stage. He marked his entrance with a flourish, a wide stage smile plastered on his face as he looked towards the excited crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen it is a pleasure to see so many good people here to see my show today. I promise you that what you’ll experience today will stay with you for the rest of your life!”
Lucas had heard this spiel more times than he could count. Had he been a bit braver he would almost be tempted to mock Harold’s manufactured words behind the curtain. Still, he needed to pay attention. The important part of the opening was coming up soon.
“Today my friends I offer you a display of wonder and magic. And no, I don’t mean that metaphorically. You see fine people today I will bring before you a genuine, honest to gods mage! And you will get to witness first hand nothing short of breathing acts of true magic!”
There it was. Once Lucas heard the word mage from Harold's lips his eyes began to scan the crowd. What he saw made his heart sink into his stomach. Looks of surprise and curiosity were found throughout the people, but they were far outnumbered by the looks of anger, fear, and disgust. Lucas held in a whimper. Great, this was one of those towns that hated mages and the magic they brought. These crowds were always the worst, near impossible to please and liable to try and stone or beat him after the show was done. He would need to be nothing short of perfect, and the thought alone was almost enough to make him crumple to the floor.
“Now now ladies and gentlemen I assure you that this mage is entirely under control. There is no danger of any of you getting hurt, I promise.” Harold punctuated that by placing his hand on his heart and dramatically looking to the sky. “Now I’ve kept you all waiting long enough. Behold! The magnificent mage Lucas!”
Right on cue Lucas left the safety of the back stage and walked into view. He offered a small nervous smile and a shaky wave to the crowd, trying to in some way endear himself to them. It wasn’t working, almost everyone in the crowd glared at him with suspicion or contempt. One rather intoxicated looking man towards the front of the crowd looked like he was ready to jump on stage and pummel Lucas to death at the drop of a hat. The mage tried to push it out of his mind and keep up even a flimsy illusion of confidence, but he could already feel his heart racing and sweat bead down his forehead.
“Now I know he may not look like much,” Harold started, grabbing Lucas’ shoulder and pulling him to the center of the stage. “But trust me when I say that what this scrawny little kid can do will do nothing short of amaze you. Go ahead show them what you can do.” He ended his introduction by gesturing towards Lucas, a very clear threat in his eyes promising what would come if Lucas were to fail.
The mage took a moment to ready himself, before he began to channel the magic in his body towards his fingertips. The energy burned like fire in his veins, the only intensifying as he pushed it out into his palms. After a few moments a fireball the size of a small cannonball was floating just above his hands, the heat charring Lucas’ skin as he held it up to the crowd. Some members of the audience were impressed, letting out soft oohs and awes at the magical fire. The rest were eyeing it and Lucas warily ,as if waiting for him to chuck it into the crowd. After taking another moment to prepare Lucas willed the fireball to ascend slightly into the air before moving it around in a simple oval pattern. As he began to gain momentum the pattern became more and more complex, as Lucas moved the fireball in spirals and figure-eights through the air before making it zip back the other way like a shooting star. Each movement made his arms burn like they were being branded, and the increased focus required to sustain the ball’s movements at longer distances led to his head feeling like it was being crushed between two large boulders. Despite the pain Lucas pushed forward, forcing himself to not lose focus on the fireball or slow down his performance.
As he continued to make the fireball dances through the air more and more of the crowd began to get into his performance. Small cheers popped up from time to time and many of the children in the crowd laughed giddily at the fire’s movements. Through the tears building in his eyes Lucas could see the crowd come around, and he was filled with a newfound vigor. He was winning them over, he could do this! Inspired at the prospect of a good show and the following rewards the mage put the pain to the back of his mind and focused on his magic. He funneled more magic into his hands, splitting the fireball into two and having them dance around each other. As he continued to manipulate the magical orbs Lucas saw the skin on his fingers begin to split, the magic being funneled into them pushing his body past its limit. Gritting his teeth Lucas ended the display by having both of the fireballs spiral around each other into the air before exploding, safely above the crowd, into a wave of magical sparks. The crowd cheered loudly at the spectacle, their fears surrounding magic being overcome by the wonder of the performance.
Lucas wished he could share their jubilence. His arms and hands were burning from his exertion. The pathways the magic took through his body left red streaks from his neck all the way to his fingertips that stung when he moved. His vision swam and pain shot through his head at short intervals due to the mental strain the magic required. Still, Lucas wasn’t allowed to stop yet. After a few seconds rast the crowd began to all out for more, and Lucas saw Harold gesture with his head to continue. Taking a deep breath he stood back up straight before once again channeling his magic
The pain returned immediately as the already tender magical pathways were flooded with energy. Lucas gasped, his vision blurred and he could feel blood flowing from the gashes on his fingers. Shaking his head to clear his vision he began to focus the energy in his hands. Now instead of a fireball he created small bolts of lighting that arced from fingertip to fingertip, shocking him harshly every time. Pushing his hands together Lucas forced the various arcs of lighting to merge, creating a sort of bridge that grew as he pulled his hands apart again. Fighting the muscle spasms that came with the electricity Lucas began to move around the stage, weaving the lighting around him like a dancer would a sash. Each step was a trial as his legs began to feel like lead, and he hoped that the crowd either didn’t notice the smell of burning flesh or weren’t bothered by it.
He continued to dance around the stage, snaking the lighting around his body before lashing it outwards like a bullship and coiling it back around himself. The crowd were enraptured, with some even chanting his name and others trying to physically follow him as he moved across the stage. Having reached his limits Lucas ended the dance by breaking the lighting into two streams again before jumping into the air. As he jumped he spun around, the two trails of lighting spinning around him like ribbons. As he landed he pushed his arms outwards before unleashing the lighting in his hands. The bolts shot outwards, zig-zagging through the air briefly before dissipating with a crack. After he had finished his dance Lucas immediately dropped to his hands and knees, his entire body in agony and his vision going black. Still, he could hear the crowd cheering and he took solace in the fact that it was all over and he had earned himself a few days of genuine rest.
“Did you like that ladies and gentlemen?” Harold cried out to the crowd. His question was met with applause and cheers. “Well hold on because we’re not done just yet!”
What? No! Lucas began to panic. What did he mean? Hadn’t he done enough? Surely Harold didn’t mean...oh gods no. Lucas looked up at the man, pleading with his now tear filled eyes. He couldn’t handle anymore. The crowd was happy, he would make his money, please just let it be over. All Lucas was met with was a cold expectant stare. They both knew what Lucas needed to do, and Harold wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Lucas let out a small sob before once again standing up. He was hunched over, his body close to giving out entirely, but he still had work to do. Once again he channeled the magical energy in his body towards his fingertips, his veins boiling and skin blistering as he did so. The magic pooled in his fingers once more, and Lucas could feel one of his finger’s break from the strain. Letting out a scream of pain, exertion, and determination he pushed the magic outwards into the air. A giant pillar of fire shot out from his hands, making the people in the front of the crowd jump back as the intense heat reached their faces. Slowly, excruciatingly, Lucas manipulated the fire, willing it to take shape. The pillar morphed, first into another ball, then into a rough indiscernible shape. Eyes watering and mouth bleeding Lucas put all his energy into manipulating the magic. With a burst of light the magical fire became a rough but recognizable approximation of a phoenix.
The crowd gasped in wonder, as the bird began to spread its wings and take flight. Swooping above the crowd the phoenix began an aerial dance before suddenly stopping mid air. Lucas was losing control, and all at the once the magic he was holding in his hands backfired. Lucas felt his entire body convulse as magical energy forced its way back through him. His veins felt like they were boiling and his fingers broke with audible snaps. He let out a wail of agony and fell to the floor, gasping for breath. The magical fire having suddenly lost its source of fuel and control collapsed, and instead of harmlessly dissipating exploded in a fireball that rained cinders down on the now streaming crowd.
Lucas could hear the screams, he could somewhat see the carnage a s several people clutched burned arms or legs and others ditched bruning clothing but all he could think about was what was coming next. As if on cue a boot slammed itself into his stomach, making him cough up more blood and look up at his assailant. Harold stood over him, rage clear on his face. WIthout a word he brought his foot up and slammed it down onto Lucas’ head, knocking into the merciful embrace of unconsciousness.
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When Lucas woke up the first thing he noticed was the sharp aching all over his body. The second thing he noticed was that he was chained to somethin, and that he was still on stage. Shaking his head and gathering his bearings Lucas looked around and saw a crowd in front of him. It was the same crowd as earlier, but their rage and anger was far more explicit, contempt towards him radiating like heat from their eyes. Lucas whimpered, trying to shield himself behind the post he was tied to. His shackled were back on his wrists and secured to the top of the post, pulling his arms upwards. His wrists stung from being forced to hold his weight while unconscious, and the boy attempted to stand up and relieve the pressure. He was stopped by a sharp kick to the leg that made him fall back down to his kneeling position. He looked up, seeing the angry face of Harold looming over him.
“Ye had one fucking job you useless little shit! All you had to do was put on a show. What did you do instead? You lose control, burn some of the patrons, and you made look like a fucking liar.” He finished his sentence by spitting on Lucas' face, causing the boy to flinch back to keep it out of his eyes. “The people are pissed and so am I. There’s no way we’re making close to a profit, had to pay off some of the victims to keep them from lyncing all of us. But you may be able to help us make some of it back up. They aren’t going to pay us for the magic show, but they might toss us a couple coins after they watch me whip the skin off your back.”
Lucas whimpered, the prospect of even more pain filling him with panic. “P-please ma-”
“Shut up!” Harold snarled, smacking Lucas’ head into the post. “You’ve caused me enough trouble today. I warned you what would happen if you fucked up. Now, try to hold in your wailing for a while. There’s a betting pool on how long it’ll take for you to scream and I’ve got twenty crowns on you making it to ten lashes. Don’t disappoint me again boy.”
With that Harold walked away, moving behind Lucas and slowly unfurling a long bullwhip. Lucas just closed his eyes and grit his teeth, readying himself for what was to come. Time slowed as he waited for the first strike, his whole body tense. A moment passed, and then another. Lucas hated this. Hated these games his master’s liked to play. He knew it was coming, why did they have to make him wait for it? Why wouldn’t Harold just get it over with already?
A sharp whistle pierced the air, and Lucas’ back erupted with pain as the whip struck with a loud crack. Lucas managed to bite back any screams, he didn’t want to make Harold even angrier. The crowd cheered after the first lash landed. Cries about ‘putting the mage in its place’ and ‘teaching the rat a lesson’ emanated from the people watching. He tried to tune them out, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before.
Another loud crack rang out and another wave of pain shot through Lucas’ body. He grit his teeth, tears swelling in his eyes as he bit back any noise he could. His body tensed as he waited for the next strike. Seconds passed and just as he started to relax the whip struck again, almost forcing out a scream. Harold was good at this. He knew just how long to wait so Lucas couldn’t predict when it would come, but also how to keep a fast enough pace to deny any real respite. He had years of experience, experience that Lucas could attest to personally.
The fourth lash rained down on Lucas’ back, cutting a large gash horizontally along his lower back. The fifth lash was aimed upwards, slicing into the flesh right along the spine. The sixth and seventh were done in close sequence with each other, drawing a bloody ‘X’ in Lucas’ skin. The eighth lash slashed beneath the mage’s left arm, the ninth was aimed at his legs and cut into his calves. Each one sent sharp pangs of agony through Lcuas’ body, each one slowly chipped away at what little resolve he had.
Lucas finally screamed on the tenth lash, taking some miniscule comfort in the fact that Harold wouldn’t have further reasons to hurt him. Not that he needed any at this point. The crowd went into an uproar at Lucas’ cry. Some cheered and others let out cries of disappointment as money exchanged hands and bets were won and lost. People in the crowd also began throwing rocks and rotten fruit, apparently waiting until Lucas screamed in order to not influence how the wagers went.
The lashes falling on Lucas began to blur together, and as the rocks and rotted tomatoes and apples hit his body the boy lost what composure he had left. He began to weep openly, the pain and humiliation pushing him past his limits. He turned back to Harold, silently pleading with him to at least stop the crowd. Harold himself had been caught in the crossfire, his jerkin stained red from a stray tomato, but he didn’t mind. He could take a few hits if it meant causing the boy more pain, more anguish. In desperation Lucas tooked towards the crowd. His eyes scanned for a single person not reveling in his torture, a single shred of sympathy or even pity he could cling to. He found nothing, everyone in front of the stage either laughed at his pain or stared at him with pure contempt. Defeated and alone Lucas simply buried his face in his arms and tried his best to hide behind the pillar, wailing and waiting for everything to please, please, just end.
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It was well past midnight and Lucas was still tied to the pillar. The carnival had ended hours ago, with the patrons going home and the peddlers and entertainers packing up and leaving the grounds. Trash and refuse littered the area, most of which was concentrated on or around the stage where Lucas hung limply from his chains. His entire body ached, he hadn’t stopped hurting since the show began, and yet another layer of pain began to make itself known. The magical energy inside of his body began to heal Lucas’ wounds. Skin and flesh melded back together before being sealed over and bones snapped themselves back into place. It was an agonizing process, one that Lucas was both grateful for and resented. His wounds would heal almost completely overnight, but all that accomplished was allowing his masters to keep hurting him without needing to let him recover. He could take nearly lethal amounts of punishment and still be fine by the next day, the only times he was allowed any rest was when he performed well on stage.
A cold gust of wind blew through the air, causing the mage to shiver. He was exhausted, but the feeling of his body knitting itself back together prevented him from lapsing into sleep. All he could do was dangle from his chains and dread what was to come tomorrow. He had no reason to believe that Harold wouldn’t keep his promise of making him walk on broken feet to their next destination. Odds were that wouldn’t be all he had to look forward to tomorrow. Lucas wondered if all of this was the only thing he had to look forward to. A perpetual cycle of pain and anguish broken up by oh so brief moments of rest. Pain and hatred and humiliation without any real end. Was this what his life was going to be? Was he going to die chained to a wooden pole in the middle of an empty stage, finally succumbing to wounds that even his magic couldn’t heal?
The answer Lucas came to was ‘probably’, and all he could do was sigh and sink further to the ground. This was all that he had, all that he was. His sole purpose to be beaten and broken over and over again for the entertainment of others. Even the days of rest he could win himself came at the cost of his own agony. Pain was his life, and all he could do was try and mitigate it when he could.
After a while his body was finished healing. Most of the wounds were gone without any marks left, only the faintest of scars from the gash along his spine being left. Exhaustion overtaking him, Lucas could finally feel himself drift into unconsciousness. As he did he wished, not for the first time, that we wouldn’t wake up when morning came.
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only five minutes ‘til midnight , and we just spotted SOFIA ROMERO , known for their OVERFLOWING GLASSES OF BUBBLY , SUN-KISSED SKIN GLISTENING WITH SPECS OF GLITTER , & PRETTY LIPS SPEWING UGLY WORDS IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT at club nouveau , ringing in the new year ! the TWENTY-TWO year old is usually known for their job as a REALITY TV STAR , but tonight , they’re just another reveler in the crowd . when they wrote down their new year’s resolution , they wished for A NUMBER ONE PODCAST RATING & A HEALED HEART FREE OF ANY PENT UP ANGER OR RESENTMENT . funny enough , they had also mentioned how they hoped to forget about the time that they REDACTED . for what it’s worth , i truly hope they can put the old year past them . [ cindy kimberly , cis woman , ‘our favorite love island ship has sank : break-up rumors confirmed by sofia romero during latest podcast episode’ ]
* / ✩ / .. 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖 , 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 . . .
hello friends ! sorry for the late intro , i was napping 😌 but i’m very happy to be here & i look forward to writing with each & every one of you <3 i’m lia ( she / her ), twenty years old , & vibing in the cst . this is my brand new girlie , sofia . under the cut is a ( hopefully ) brief summary + some listed wanted connections . but if you wanna dive deeper , i’ll leave you with her full bio & stats page in the google doc , her pinterest borad , & a lil wanted connections sideblog i threw together for inspo . feel free to hmu for plots any time via im’s or discord dm’s ! <3
𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗚𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗖 + 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 + 𝗪𝗖 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗢
*+.. 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗦 ↴
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: sofia anisa romero
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): sof
𝐃𝐎𝐁: 15 june 1998
𝐀𝐆𝐄: twenty-two
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cis woman
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she / her
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: bisexual biromantic
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂: gemini sun, pisces moon, capricorn asc
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: staten island, ny
𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: staten island, ny
𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: new york city, ny
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: reality star / influencer with a podcast akin to “call her daddy” called hot stuff
𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋: graduated high school, went to parson’s school of design for a BFA in fine arts but never completed her degree
*+.. 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔 𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 ↴
youngest daughter to high-profile lawyer, victor romero ( think og rob kardashian ) and plastic surgeon to the rich and famous, irene romero. her sister, isabella, is an a-famed journalist and new york time’s best selling author. and sofia is... well the family disappointment
her parents are rather cold and calculating people that didn’t exactly create a welcoming environment for creativity and self-expression in their home. and sofia pretty much broke every single expectation they had for her, leaving them without any idea on how to properly parent her. so she grew up rather independent and distant from her family
her one true passion is art-- particularly painting. hanging out in her school’s art room was her favorite thing in the world. most of her middle and high school years were spent competing in art competitions and earning awards for her work. by the end of her high school career, she had a promising future as an artist with an acceptance to a good arts school in the city secure
but creating art at a collegiate level among other future professionals was a lot different than high school UIL competitions. sofia struggled with feeling less talented and capable than her peers which hurt her self-esteem and put a damper on her dreams. it was at this low point during her junior year in college that an opportunity of a lifetime was presented to her
she was approached by one of the producers of love island usa with a casting opportunity. going on a reality tv show was honestly never something that sofia saw herself doing. but she figured she didn’t have much else to lose ?? and it could be fun ?? so basically she said YOLO and auditioned for the show, resulting in her being cast as a season 1 islander babyyyy
long story short: love island was fun as hell. she did in fact find love, was a fan favorite, and won the whole damn show. she and her boyfriend moved in together shortly after becoming $100,000 richer. and you would think that a couple strong enough to win love island would be together forever, right? HA
it basically ended up in disaster for sofia with her finding out he cheated on her and had her out here looking STUPID. she was truly heartbroken considering they had been in the talks of engagement. but what can ya do?
she’s done many different side jobs in hopes of staying relevant in the media but her most successful endeavor so far is her podcast. it’s basically the “call her daddy” podcast where she shares stories about love, sex, relationships, and hook-up culture in nyc. it can get very raunchy and she’s definitely exposed herself more than anyone probably should ??? but it’s fun and it keeps her name in the headlines
safe to say her parents only had to hear one episode of the podcast to decide that they were beyond disappointed in her. they’re on the brink of disowning her at this point, which would sever what little connection she has to her family + make her lose access to her trust fund. but she’s trying not to stress about it since she makes her own money now
*+.. 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 ↴
pls if anyone is down, give me a co-host for her podcast. they could just be two best friends sharing stories of their crazy lives & wildest hook-up experiences. i’d love to see it
i think it could be interesting if she had an ex that she was dating before going on love island. like imagine if she broke up with them to go on the show ??? and they hadn’t talked since but they had to watch her move on, publicly on tv. and frankly, it could be karma that her relationship from that show ended badly. idk there’s just potential drama there and the chance for her ex before the show to laugh in her face, which is deserved probs
on the platonic side of things: pls gimme best friends, maybe a roommate, party buddies, good influence, bad influence, childhood friends, confidant, adventure buddies, family friends
on the romantic side of things: other exes on good terms or bad terms, current friends with benefits, past hook-up that she may or may not have talked about on the podcast ( either fondly or derogatory ), tinder matches, enemies with benefits, crush, will they / won’t they
other fun ideas could be: enemies, rivals, someone she’s had as a guest on the podcast, frenemies, friends of friends that haven’t had the chance to bond on their own but they always run into each other, neighbors, they know each other from social media and they hype each other’s instagram selfies or whatever but haven’t met in person yet, ex-friends, pr enemies that actually get along really great in person but are always beefing on social media for the clout
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Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!
i’ve been meaning to do this for FOREVER when i saw this in my notifs!! i was tagged by @sdwolfpup! (i know a few others like Bee and Star have tagged me, but i CANNOT RECALL AND I AM TOO LAZY TO HUNT SO HERE WE ARE.)
Name/nickname: rach by most, slut by the lovely @shiningloki, princess and more by @frostbitten-written, my love and probably more by @lokistan, and bean by @walkingaline!
Gender: female
Star sign: gemini!
Height: 5′7″
Birthday: June 20
Time: it is currently 4:06 am! (4:32 am by the time i finish! bijou is running around like crazy and is trying to type and say hello so—hi from my cat!)
Favorite bands: Hozier is an ever constant in my music rotation. other than him, Mother Mother. i listen to too much music to really check.
Favorite solo artists: uhhhh i THINK i just listen to bands more often than solo artists. does Hozier count for here?
Song stuck in my head: ZANZIBAR BY BILLY JOEL.
Last movie: The Mask! I watched it with Hayley a few nights ago.
Last show: that i can recall? Bridgerton!
When did I create this blog: wayy back in September 2013!
What do I post: i post my writing, tom hiddleston gifs (listen. look. sue me.), tidbits of my life, little jokes and stuff! i’m a storyteller, i love rambling about things! so primarily that!
Last thing googled: “can cats drink vanilla almond milk?” because my dad asked me if bijou could have some of the milk he used for his cereal.
Other blogs: i have a sideblog more “formal” than this one: rancheely. i also have an rp blog that i really need to get back into!
Do I get asks: as of late since i’ve been a bit inactive, no. but normally i certainly do! i currently have a bunch of mutuals who have sent me really sweet chain messages. i keep them in there to smile during the day! (i also have so, so many drabble reqs i still need to hit. don’t call me out)
Why I chose my url: well, the first two urls fit my likes then. this url (ragnarachael) is because of Thor: Ragnarok! Ragnarok really kicked me into my whole Marvel stage that i’ve been in since mid to late 2017! thank you tom hiddleston in a whole black suit!
Following: 496!
Followers: 1,098! (holy shit??? i love you guys???? also i love how i’ve been gaining followers while i’m inactive it’s so amusing??)
Average hours of sleep: hah. sleep? what’s that? (in reality: it varies. sometimes nothing. other nights? 2 to 10 hours. depends entirely on me and my brain.)
Lucky number: i don’t have one!
Instruments: ukulele that i haven’t picked up in a year, used to play the drums and a little piano!
What am I wearing: black leggings, a thespian t-shirt, no socks! (should probs grab some though i cannot feel my toes)
Dream job: actress, or writer! maybe a journalist or something to do with english, if i ever decide to pursue an english degree!
Dream trip: oh god. paris. italy. ireland. london. i’m stopping here my list can and will grow.
Favorite food: at any restaurant if they have southwestern egg rolls, i legally have to order a serving of it. for me. for the table. whoever. so those. (also maybe those pot stickers from t.g.i friday’s i had the other week)
Nationality: american, usa??
Favorite song: this month it is crabwalk by party in the hills! Cana hates it, Hayley loves it. listen to it.
Last book read: the last book i touched to read was actually The Invisible Life Of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab! (we ignore how i started Midnight Sun and haven’t picked it up) however, haven’t done much reading unless it’s forms for work or my personal life!
Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: 1.) MCU! (preferably Asgard, if i can’t do that, shove me into New York around maybe say Spider-Man: Homecoming? or actually perhaps Doctor Strange—)
2.) Bridgerton! (blame my love period pieces, thank u mom)
3.) MAMMA MIA. PLEASE
well. now i have to tag some people, but i honestly cannot think of any because i know mostly everything on this list about some of my mutuals i talk to. so if you’d like to do it, i tag you!
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