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#another tumblr text post that nobody asked for ^^;
rose-nobles · 2 years
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heartstopper + tumblr text posts pt. 2
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itspyon · 4 months
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how to adapt into dtblr culture for twitter refugees
so you've decided to move here from twitter. welcome and congratulations. this post is basically a big warning that goes THIS ISN'T TWITTER, DON'T BEHAVE LIKE IT IS, LEAVE THAT AT THE DOOR
i'll be teaching you two things, how the site works, and how to adapt your behavior to tumblr ( and really, normal human being ) culture. believe me, it's not that hard and it will actually feel very productive
let's start with the basics and frequent questions
your username can be anything, don't stress about it
your picture can be anything. a lot of us don't even have dteam related stuff up on our profile
your display name doesn't have to be your name. nobody is going to see it when you post, only usernames are visible
check your settings. do it. get familiar with them. turning on and off asks, turning anon off, turning submissions off. click on your blog, go to blog settings, check things there, go to account, your muted things will be there, go to dashboard and customize that. use your settings !!!
yes, pinned posts are fairly important and they tend to be pretty extensive. name age what you post about ( a lot of people here are multifandom !), just don't overshare ( no locations no trigger lists i beg you ). they also usually have a breakdown of your tags at the end
tags
it's a whole thing. some are actually useful. some are just passive commentary
the tags you put on posts ( both when you made the post and when you're reblogging something ) are both global and hosted on your profile. it's why you'll see things like "nameofperson art" rather than just "art". using just "art" will put you in the promoted tag, in this case
you can use spaces on your tags
usually you will tag what type of post you're making ( art, text post, ask post ), and then the contents keep in mind this is how people often mute things, some people tag the current situation, people use and mute ship tags. but this is also how people find things, like the specific asks from one person to another, so "username ask" is commonly used, "irl person ( dream, dnf, etc )" is also seen a lot just watch how others tag things and copy them. nobody will get offended you took their tag formatting, most of us will appreciate properly tagged posts
you do tag when you reblog people. you use tags to comment on things. don't really use replies unless you're, saying thank you to someone or pointing out a spell mistake or asking to add an option to a poll, etc. we don't do replies, just rb your reply
quick reblog and like deets
post popularity is measured in "notes" which is the sum of replies, reblogs and likes. we don't really care much about numbers here and if you start getting crazy about it people will not like it. this is more of a talking and showing site
you can reblog without tags, feel free to
you can hide your likes. you can and should like as many things as you want. they don't alter any algorithm, since there's none. a like is a "i saw this post" notification to the poster
actually posting
people talk a lot. a fucking lot, and it's something you will have to get used to, because it's very different from twitter
there are no qrts. callouts are looked down upon. breathe. if you don't like something MUTE IT DON'T POST ABOUT IT, because no one is going to listen to any callouts. you will have to learn to live with the fact people like things you don't. this will, with time, make you feel very free
the bulk of posting here is asks, as you might notice soon. asks are fun and encouraged. just don't name drop if you're talking about drama please ?
don't be scared to send asks off anon, this is how people will find you and get to know you really. people are also more likely to reply to you
block bait anons. yes you can block anons. yes it will block every blog they make
culture time
i've said this. tumblr is unserious. drama here is approached very differently and with several less layers of panic. you will see death threats. you will see slurs ( said in non derogatory ways ). you will see jokes about serious topics. you will see people say "i didn't like this" and nobody will care
tumblr is a community of individualism. you will like your own things within the thing we share we like. you might not like dream's music, you might not find irl streams entertaining, as long as you're fucking normal about it ? nobody will care and you're free to express your opinions. people will even come ask you about it and just have a chat. we're here for the same content to some degree
tumblr is also a bunch of people who understand they like another bunch of people. that none of the streamers have stopped being human. so you might see people defend things that, maybe, you'd not have thought to defend before. maybe you're even uncomfortable seeing them defending it. this is something you will experience a lot, and you'll learn to properly deal with it as time passes
because again. no one does callouts here unless it is extremely bad. no one cares if you don't really like them. and they also accept people might and will not like them. and that is fine. and that doesn't make either person horrible. you're just different people. and you don't even have to interact
you want to make friends ? ask people things, compliment people's work, genuinely attempt to make conversation. this is not an impersonal website the way twitter is. people don't care about your opinions because they care about you, and you are more than what you don't like
the more positive and jokey and interactive you are the more people will talk to you. there's no "hitting the algorithm", there's no "engagement", it's just people talking to people. so don't be a neg posting bot, and be a person
you will learn to be less miserable. you learn to stop giving a shit and just do what makes you happy. they cannot get you here. there's no qrts. the few antis you'll find can be blocked and you'll never have to directly interact with one. don't be mean to the people in your own community, even if you disagree
again, you are more than what you don't like. learn to be what you like instead. and leave the dooming at the door
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chloessleepystories · 7 months
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Rabbit Hole
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Based on a true story
Zoe was slumped down in the back row of the classroom, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone instead of paying attention to the teacher. Like usual.
Oh, here’s a sexy picture to share. Here’s a gif to attach a few lines of dialogue to… She liked teasing the boys (and girls) online, and they liked teasing her. Especially when she was in class and couldn’t do anything about her rising horniness.
Oooh, a hypno story, her favorite. She checked that the teacher was droning on, and not looking her direction, and started reading. Just a couple paragraphs in, she knew it was a good one. She reblogged it to finish reading later, and to share it with her followers (her many, many followers… how had that happened?) and kept scrolling. Ooh! A spiral! Don’t get distracted… But uunnnfff, so easy to get distracted… to get drawn in…
She shook herself, sharing the spiral with a drooling smiley face, and moved on.
“I’m a little concerned, looking at your last batch of papers, that so many of you got to college without apparently learning how to punctuate a simple compound sentence, much less to fill it with original thoughts…” Miss Thompson was saying.
Zoe squeezed her thighs together, feeling the arousal spread through her body. She looked around. Nobody looking. Good. She knew she should be listening, should be taking notes, but all she could think about was her needy pussy.
The constant alerts from her phone kept drawing her back to the glowing rectangle in her hand. BUZZ. Another favorite blog had just shared something, Tumblr wanted her to know. BUZZ. Someone was tagging her in a pic of one of her favorite porn stars. BUZZ… 
She was powerless. She had to look, every time the phone buzzed. Every time Tumblr fed her more. She didn’t used to be like this, did she? She used to have, like, an attention span and stuff? Could leave her phone alone for a few hours? Now she was addicted… like she had conditioned herself to salivate at the buzzer. 
Or been conditioned, came a whisper. 
Been brainwashed. 
Cuntwashed.
Drippy cunt. Salivating pussy…
BUZZ. 
Ooh! a hot little gif that someone wanted her to see – “wanna ride me like this?” he asked, adding Zoe’s handle. Where was the teacher? Zoe knew she should scan for Miss Thompson again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
BUZZ BUZZ. Three more guys wanting to talk to her privately. She was already keeping four conversations going…
This one, for instance, was telling her, in detail, what he would be doing to her if they were in a hotel room together right now. She was giving as well as she was getting, egging him on, hoping he was stroking to her words the way she wished she could be rubbing to his. This one was begging her to punish him, and reveling in her attempts to be domineering. And this one… oh, this one kept sending spirals, and inductive texts, drawing her ever downward (or trying to), making her sleepy, making her horny… making her a mindnumbed cockslave…
She tapped the little pencil symbol to make a public post.
“You guys are making me so horny!!!” she typed.
I’m supposed to be paying attention to the teacher right now but my tumblr feed is full of porn and 3 of you fuckers are having hot conversations with me trying to make me horny and IT’S FUCKING WORKING I’m sure my neighbors can smell me I’m so turned on I can feel how drippy I am goddammit I need to stroke I’m not gonna make it
That was a mistake, of course. As she knew it would be. The sharks smelled blood in the water, and circled.
“Just keep watching little slave. Soon you’ll be my little cock hungry whore”
“It’s just so nice to be able to turn off your brain for a while, ya know? Join me?”
“And when I say “horny bunny” you’ll have a powerful urge…”
“Mmm damn what a view! Your nice tight pussy wrapped around my cock feels so damn good. I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard, bottoming out hitting your womb”
“…And then one day you wake up and you’re an empty headed pink bimbo, with no thoughts in your dumb bimbo head but getting bigger tits and pleasing your Mistress’s pussy…”
Another public post:
Ogod now ur all piling on cumming our of the woodwork why csnt i turn off this app why do i keep lookin im not gonna make it im such a dumb hotny cow 
Sent.
And back to messaging, the words pummeling her brain –
Blank. Obedient. Responsive. Counting from 10. Letting your mind slide away. Relaxed. Empty. No thoughts. 8. Letting go….
Then, even before she could register the shadow over her desk, a hand snatched the phone from her fingers.
“You know the rules about phones in my class, Zoe,” said Miss Thompson. Zoe made a choked whimper, her fingers mindlessly twitching after the phone.
“You can get it back later. If you’re good.”
If you’re good. If you’re a good girl. Good girls obey.
Zoe whimpered again, as Miss Thompson walked away. She was going to have to sprint to the ladies’ room when class was over. The phone would have to wait. Her clit was throbbing… and she needed to obey.
*****
Later, after everyone had filed out, Miss Thompson carefully and (BUZZ) meticulously wiped clean the blackboard. She liked the board to be as neat (BUZZ) and tidy as her desk.
(BUZZ)
What on earth was – Oh. Right. That girl’s phone was still on the desk. Vibrating away, for some unknown reason.
She sat down and picked it up, turning it on. Silly child didn’t seem to have a lock on the –
A rainbow of porn leapt out of the screen and slapped Miss Thompson about the face.
Cocks going into young women’s mouths. A girl’s tongue on a pussy. “Zoe, are you still there?” Breasts, so many breasts. “Zoe, girl, look how hard you made me…” A maelstrom of dark and light flesh that she couldn’t make sense of for a moment, until she saw the caption “gangbanged fuckslut made airtight with BBC”… which, to be frank, didn’t ENTIRELY explain the picture to Miss Thompson, but it let her figure out what some of the shapes were…
Horrified, repulsed, Miss Thompson started scrolling. And couldn’t stop scrolling. Stories of incest and bondage. Lewd photos and gifs, scenes of decadence and degradation. She shook her head, her mouth open, but she couldn’t stop…
And the hypnosis. Over and over in the girl’s feed, the hypnosis! Glassy eyed girls with drooping mouths, baring their breasts… Women with spirals in their eyes, and cocks in their mouths… Flashing gifs with pictures and words, too fast to follow, telling her how she should be, how she must be, how she knew she already was, if she would just admit it to herself… Inductions, and fantasies, and more spirals, and submissive, drooling women, eager to serve cock, to serve pussy, to become slaves to their own needy cunts…
Miss Thompson hadn’t noticed how hard her nipples had gotten. She hadn’t noticed how wet her own cunt was, until she found herself dipping in a finger… She bucked against her hand, but didn’t stop stroking… just kept scrolling… 
Someone calling himself Master of Mystery – except with some of the letters replaced by numbers – BUZZed into a private message. “Getting pretty horny, Zoe? Pretty needy and desperate?”
“No,” she found herself typing. “I mean, no, I’m – I’m not… No.”
“Oh, you certainly sounded pretty desperate to me. You sounded like a little slut who needed permission to cum… A naughty fucktoy who can’t stop touching her princess parts even though she’s not supposed to…”
Miss Thompson bit her lip and with an effort pulled her hand away from her pussy. “I’m not Zoe. I am Miss Thompson, her teacher,” she typed.
She tried to pull herself together.
“And you should keep a civil tongue in your head, young man.”
“Ohhh! Naughty, naughty, teacher… Are you looking through a confiscated phone? And getting TURNED ON by someone else’s Tumblr porn? You are, aren’t you… Go ahead, you can admit it…”
“i” she typed and sent by mistake.
She cursed.
“I will do no such thing. I am… I am putting the phone down now.”
“No you’re not.”
She hesitated. He seemed so sure. She waited, panting.
“You won’t, because you would have already without saying anything. You would have before you got so horny scrolling through her feed.”
She didn’t say anything.
“Because you are horny, aren’t you? All pent-up, tied up in knots…”
“Yes, yes, I am, OK, but there’s nothing wrong with that”
“No, not at all. Tell you what. You seem tense. Let me help you relax. Can we do that?”
“Um”
“Just focus on your shoulders for a second. Feel how tight they are? Tighten them up even more, just for a second. Take a deep breath in. And then let it out, and as you do, feel all the tension go out of your shoulders…”
“what”
“Sshh shh you don’t have to say anything just listen. I’m going to count, and with each number you’re going to release a little tension, and it’s going to turn into warmth… warmth spreading through your body… 
“And then maybe we’ll look at a spiral together for a while… You’ll like that…”
*****
Zoe was feeling SO much better – though her legs were still a little wobbly – as she walked toward the classroom door. She couldn’t believe she’d left her phone behind! She hoped she could get it back quietly, without much fuss. There didn’t seem to be a class in there now. Maybe she could just slip in and grab it?
She eased the door open gently… and then almost dropped her backpack in surprise.
Miss Thompson was sprawled, nearly nude, in her wooden rolling chair! Her skirt was bunched around her middle, panties on the floor, white blouse and bra tangled on her desk. Most surprising of all, one hand was operating Zoe’s phone, and the other hand was operating Miss Thompson’s bushy cunt!
She stepped closer, sliding the backpack gently to the floor. The teacher’s breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy… and sure enough, Zoe could see a spiral on the glowing screen. She tiptoed close enough to read over her shoulder.
You want to watch
To let the spiral suck you in
To let my spiral suck away all resistance
You want to become mindless for me, because it feels so good to stop thinking
Each word you read will bring you pleasure, and each second you spend watching will make you sink deeper and deeper, until you can’t help but obey…
She reached around her teacher’s body, and cupped both breasts at once.
Miss Thompson gasped, and then relaxed with a moan as Zoe began kneading her nipples.
“How are you doing, miss?” she whispered.
“Can’t… Can’t cum. Need to… but don’t… don’t have permission…”
“Mmmm.” Zoe tweaked her nipples, massaging her surprisingly full and warm tits. “I know it’s a lot to handle if you’re not used to it. I’ve been sliding into this rabbit hole a bit at a time for months, so I’ve built up a liiiittle bit of an immunity.” Partially true, anyway. “But my feed and my followers must have hit you like a ton of bricks.” 
Zoe giggled to herself, as her teacher panted.
“Who are you talking to,” Zoe murmured.
“M-Master of Mystery,” Miss Thompson gasped, her back arching.
Ah yes, thought Zoe. Also known as Kevin.
“Tell him I’m here. And ask him what I should do to you.”
“Master…” Miss Thompson typed, and after a moment, responded.
“He says to get on your knees and lick my s-slutty, juicy c… cunt.”
Zoe smiled. “That’s what I was hoping he was going to say,” she murmured as she knelt.
After all, she thought. Good girls obey.
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phoenixyfriend · 1 year
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Another Guideline for Tumblr Usage
Hi! I've seen a bunch of posts going around recently with tumblr etiquette rules, but a certain account's recent activity (receiving 20-30 Recent Meme asks per hour after asking people to stop) has led me to realize that a certain element has been missing.
Specifically, ask and tagging etiquette when it comes to famous/popular blogs.
Step 1: You see something cool. Really cool. 'Sweeping tumblr, has tens of thousands of notes' cool. You want to show it to someone. Your immediate circle is not enough. Your groupchat is not enough. You want to show it to One Of Those Blogs, the ones with follower counts in five or six figures.
Step 2: You go to their blog, to double-check their username. You open the ask box. You--
Stop. Close it. You need to do something else first.
Step 3: Go to the search bar. Do a search for a keyword relating to the thing you want to share. If nothing comes up, try doing it as a tag (replace '/search/key word' with '/tagged/key-word' in the url).
Step 4: Nothing came up? Great. Proceed to send the ask. Try to be polite. Do not act entitled to their time.
Alternate Step 4: Actually, you didn't want to send an ask. You wanted to tag them in the post. There aren't any asks about it yet, so it's fine, right?
Go to the post notes. Check the replies. Check the reblogs with the filter set to "comments only." Make sure nobody else has tagged this person yet. If they have, and it's not an old version of the post (e.g. the thing you want the famous blogger to see is a reply that was added in the last two days, and they were tagged on the original version a few months ago), go ahead and tag them.
Why is this important?
Think of it this way: imagine if you got so many text messages about the same three-word joke from strangers that you could no longer see if your friends (they're chill, you love them) or your mom (she's important) were messaging you. Your friend wrote you a sonnet! They put a lot of time into it!! And you didn't see because three hundred people you've never met were texting you a single pogchamp image. The exact same one, every time, no edits, or only edits that were the same joke as fifty other people's edits.
Imagine how annoying that would be.
Now, the next time you try to let someone know about something they are very likely to have seen already, please do them and yourselves a favor and just... check to see that you are not the fiftieth person to do so in the last day.
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hashtagloveloses · 1 year
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so are you back on tumblr after a while or you're new? welcome! it's a lot nicer here lately, and, shockingly enough, the website actually works a lot better too, thanks to the hard work of a bunch of very talented people. the mobile app is constantly improving, but if you're on desktop and used to use things like missing e or xkit, the latest helpful extension is XKIT REWRITTEN, which you can go download and read about at @addons that was created by @april, who worked on new xkit back in the day and now works at tumblr itself!
here's some other helpful tips to know:
PLEASE REBLOG THINGS. it's the main form of engagement here. there is no penalizing for spam interaction, most people are not looking at your blog directly, and it is the main way people find you and you find good content to follow. for original content like fanart and fanfic, it also REALLY helps people out. likes are better for like, personal posts, and for storing things for later. also, it doesn't matter if you blog is a jumble of things - it's yours, nobody cares, and that's kind of the purpose of the site
MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A PROFILE PHOTO, BANNER PHOTO, AND UNIQUE URL (that isnt like a bunch of numbers or something), or else people will think you are a bot and block you. you don't have to do anything fancy, you can use the default tumblr theme on your blog itself, but just make sure you look like a real account PLEASE
DO NOT CENSOR WORDS. much like on twitter, if you censor a word for a trigger, it will do the opposite of what you want - people's blacklist and mute functions won't work if the word isn't spelled out in the tags or the text of the post. also there isn't post suppression here.
Don't like your dashboard? Getting bored? Feel like your community is getting annoying? JUST FOLLOW MORE PEOPLE (and maybe unfollow some. a block and an unfollow are always ok). nobody cares, or can see about your follow ratio, and it'll help your dashboard feel more lively (you'll also not give as much of a shit about petty dramas). the follow limit is 5000 last i checked
keep your comments to the tags (unless it's like....really funny or adding something good? use your best judgement). the tags are helpful for subject matter, but you should also use them to talk as like side commentary!
Close your ask box to anons and don't share personal information if you don't want to. You are under no obligation to share your name, age, diagnoses, history, location, face, and you SHOULDN'T. and the ask box is great but if it gets overwhelming just close it. If you're a minor, maybe say somewhere that you're a minor, but that's it. (that goes for any social media site)
MAKE YOUR LIKES AND FOLLOWS PRIVATE. for the love of god. just protect yourself.
just like any social media site - be critical about the things people claim are true on here. screenshots, takes, facts, can be skewed and you should do extra research before believing anything just because somebody said it on tumblr dot com
DON'T GET INTO QUEER OR NEURODIVERGENT LABEL IDENTITY DISCOURSE. whether you are young or old, on tumblr or another site, things will just get confusing and weird. if you learn something here that makes you feel affirmed, great! but also please make sure your interaction with fellow queers (or other neurodivergent people) is not limited to just this site. get involved with a local or school lgbtq center if you can, get to know queer people in your life or queer spaces if you can. (and if you can't - go read about queer history somewhere other than tumblr. do research, watch movies and documentaries. look into disability organizing and history outside this hellsite). Label discourse is also how many unknowing queers and others get recruited to T*RFy shit unknowingly so....be careful out there.
Don't get guilted into things on your dashboard. You should definitely care about the things people are talking about, but you don't have to know about every ill happening in the world at once to be a good person. If you're feeling lost, or hopeless and endlessly scrolling or feel guilted by people online, pick ONE thing you can do, for people in your local community, and then just make a reasonable effort to stay informed otherwise.
create an original tag for your "original" posts, aka the posts you make that aren't reblogs, so you can look at them later
explore the QUEUE FUNCTION! you don't have to use it, nobody cares if you reblog spam, but sometimes it's fun!
Don't know who to follow? Go follow the tags of things you like (TV shows, movies, musicians, aesthetics, whatever!), and suggested posts will pop up on your feed, or you can go through the tag and follow some people who look interesting
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circusgamer · 4 months
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"Meaningful digital experiences"
The Amazing Digital Circus, showtime (Caine x Pomni) fanfiction.
A/N: Hello! This is my first time releasing something I wrote to public sight, so I'm pretty nervous haha. I am also not really sure about how to tag this, since I never used Tumblr for doing a post for my writing, so if there is a tag I should use, or anything else I should do, please tell me! Or even just a typo! I may be cringe but I am free. I will avoid using the general tags such as "tadc" and "the amazing digital circus" to avoid flooding the screen with a wall of text nobody asked for lmao.
Chapter one: Pondering
Another day at the circus, Caine thought. Another artificial morning in this simulation of a dreamy, digital-life, he thought, if AIs can think like people. Well, Caine could. He is, after all, probably the most advanced technology in the world. What can't he achieve in his little world of his?
Naturally, understand humans. Flesh beings work different, an incomprehensible algorithm, an enigma he can't solve, yet has to try. And so, another morning comes, and the circus keeps existing, with him inside, and everyone trapped.
What is it that keeps calling for them in the world behind the screen? What is it that makes them prefer a limited world to his circus? Is there something that can't be emulated? There must be, this world is utopic! But, why does everyone feel this dread inside this place? What is it that calls them and makes them want to go home? Oh, that bastard attachment, that ridiculous desire that drives them insane, that can't let them accept this world as theirs! It hurts them, it kills them, it destroys them! And yet they keep coming back to it, they can't let it leave, they must come back to where they once where. But why? Neither of them seems to know why! It's there, and it ends them before they can end it, no matter how much he tries to help!
What is that tie, stronger than their own creations?
Something intrinsic to humanity is what they have, something that he can't comprehend, something that will always call back for them. Foreign, dangerous, but at the end of the day, human. Human in a way he can't comprehend, human in a way he isn't, human in a way...
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He looked through the window: the sun was there. Even though days don't actually exist, it is still there, smiling and bright. He doesn't remember creating it. If he is not mistaken, the sun has always been there. The moon has too, and Circus itself. He just knows he has a purpose. Everything he created after that is in order to achieve it.
Purpose...
What is the human purpose? Do they have one? He just knows they must survive in there the most time possible, but... What is a human purpose? Do they have one? Are they designated with one? Like him? No, they are the ones that give everything a purpose! They give purpose to sleeping in a world where they do not need it! They give purpose to the adventures! They give purpose to the circus!
Purpose... A purpose, that's all that he needs to find for them. But how can he give them a purpose, him not being human himself?
Ha, he is just running in circles, isn't he? This all come back to one thing. He can't comprehend them, and never will. Must he still keep trying? He fails his own purpose, again and again. Maybe he should be part of Kinger's bug collection. He will just keep failing to succeed at what he is made for. Maybe he and them are alike, after all. Hah.
"Maybe we will all perish after all!" Caine said out loud.
"Caine??? Are.. Are you okay??!" A voice said, with audible concern.
He looked back. It was the newest addition to the circus. Pomni.
End of chapter one.
A/N: Thanks for reading!!! (⁠。⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠。⁠)⁠ノ⁠♡
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eldritch-spouse · 4 months
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Really???? I'm pretty sure I wasn't writing here before lol, mostly because I wasn't writing or creating anything for a long time haha 😭 Sorry again for smashing it in your face really-
And your words are making me blush shit 🥹 Thanks, it helps shy creators like me to think about starting blog hahaha
ACTUALLY, I just realized that I forgot to send any questions I wanted to ask jeez.
Is here any parasitic/symbiotic monsters in your lore? If yes, is it a common thing? How are they approached by other monsters? (I like to think that they're rare cuz nobody actually likes these fuckers, they are stupid™ and bigger ones tend to grab other monsters as their hosts too lmao-) In case host is a human, will they face same discrimination from the other monsters cuz they pass as human?
I have my own thoughts on mind while I was writing since I didn't find any info on you blog about this- maybe it slipped, haha. Sorry in this case!
Who from your OCs will be the most interested to have a buddy like DT? My best bet is on Gallon, since they have two mouths he can get so many rumors and nasty details while practically remaining silent and pouring more and more alcohol lmao AND Chef would hate them cuz Grghaath keeps eating people without waiting for them to be cooked (and Eve has no right to pass so good lol)
Can you give any advice about monster design? I have some thoughts in mind, but I'm not sure how to make monster recognisable lmao :") Do you have any tricks while creating? Steps you're going through?
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SORRY FOR BUMPING ANOTHER WALL OF TEXT and thanks for your attention dearly 🫠🫠🫠🫠🌹
I know it's not exactly easy, I'm pretty timid myself and it took several years of me longingly considering starting a Tumblr account before I actually dug my heels in and did it. I really do think posting stuff in your own account would be better, since you get direct attention and can gather an audience that better understands your tastes, right?
1) Parasitic monster species likely exist, I just haven't thought about some very seriously. I definitely will one day, because I'm extremely attracted to monsters like "Carrion" (from a game with the same name). They're probably rarer than most other monsters because their survival relies on finding the correct, compatible host and the switching process is probably extremely perilous to these beings. The closest thing to this we have going on currently is Krulu and Admin's relationship (wherein Admin is a vessel to Krulu) and the ability most demons can hone of possessing another's body (which definitely has its consequences at a long-term level). I think most monsters would have a negative reaction to parasitic entities, mostly due to their own fear of becoming helpless hosts- Which means they'll do anything they can to really blend in, realistically.
A parasitic entity possessing a human host that walks into The Clergy's Eye will immediately have to reveal that they are not, in fact, human- Or else they'll be targeted like one.
2) I think Sybastian is a good bet. Parasites are related to mimics, in the sense that they have a common goal of wanting to pass as something, to go unnoticed by those around them. They're bound to have a little mutuality.
Patches may approach out of curiosity and wanting to study the bond between those two. Nebul is likely under the initial impression that what those two have going on is similar to what he and Purpur are (pet and owner).
I don't think there's any more that might act very differently around them, at least not off the top of my head. 🤔
3) N-Not really?
Here's the thing. When I create characters, I'm not thinking "What would my followers like?"/"Will others enjoy them?". I'm creating characters that I like, that I think would fit in my narrative and my tastes.
My biggest piece of advice is literally just create something you know you'll love. Because then drawing and talking/writing about that character will be like second nature to you, probably.
Visually, I'm not sure what to tell you. Everyone has a style, and yours is very different from mine. Lean into your talents, adopt colors you like, I'm not too sure what to tell you other than just fuck around and see what comes out, you know?
Sometimes I create a character out of necessity, to fill a hole in the narrative. Other times they come spontaneously to me. Sometimes I already know exactly what they'll look like but figuring their mannerisms out takes me weeks. Other times I know what they'll do and how they speak, but visually they could be anything for a while.
Instead of giving up on a character when you're having trouble creating them, I recommend letting a wip sit for a while and coming back to it the next couple of days.
I guess... Find your theme, the stuff you like.
Don't create anything just so it's "recognizable", or at least I wouldn't.
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cocainejuul · 6 months
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when people began to mention the roman empire thing it made me think about what i think about regularly thats a little unexpected or unusual and your anonymity is so interesting to me. im sure an amount of your followers on this app have their own presumptions and ideas about who you are and the life you lead. but its kinda cool to have an internet presence that allows people to use their imagination in that way. i say all that to say for a stranger on the internet i know virtually nothing about i’ve thought about you a lot lol.
I saw this while with some friends last night and it ended up sparking a really interesting conversation between us about anonymity, self-discrepancy, digital personae, parasocial relationships, data security, and whether being anonymous online is actually freeing. I won’t touch base on everything because this is one of those topics I could go on about forever but it really is such an interesting concept as a whole. I deleted all my social media and anything linked to my name in 2018 for a plethora of reasons but having been an avid tumblr user since I was about twelve, I gravitated towards making another blog in the midst of the pandemic. But. I told myself that I’d only allow myself to do so if I remained completely anonymous. It was just a boundary I had to set with myself at that point in my life. I really just wanted to create a sort of visual archive where I could dump any photos I found and wanted share + reference later. It was never supposed to be anything more than that. For the longest time I didn’t even make any text posts on here. It was never my intention to have my blog grow to this extent but the fact that it happened anyways always made me question the “why?” I never found myself to be all that interesting. To be frank, there’ve been times where I felt like some sort of persona because that’s all my anonymity really allows me to be, right? And it’s kind of an uncomfortable feeling. I used to want to delete this blog for that reason alone. It’s like. Am I really being authentic if I remain anonymous? Have I created a discrepancy between the idea of who people think I am vs who I actually am? Who do people think I am? Do I feel like my personality is being accurately represented via this blog? Does it even matter if I’m anonymous? Etc etc. It all definitely has its pros and cons but I think I’ve reached a point where I’m content with whatever *this* is. I have a space where I can photo dump, I’m able to talk about virtually anything in my life without a worry in the world, I’ve - despite never shown my face on here - still been able to connect with amazing people I would’ve never known otherwise and have even met a handful of them irl where they joked about feeling like they’ve been let it on some secret. Aaand. I can’t lie and say that I don’t find it amusing that I’ve had this blog for three (almost four) years and still sometimes get asked whether I’m a boy or a girl. It makes me giggle. In a world where everything about everyone is so easily accessible this almost feels like a luxury. I do think that maybe down the line I’ll venture out and use social media in a way that isn’t anonymous. Mostly because I’d like to get back to old ‘creative’ hobbies and unfortunately I live in los angeles where not having an online presence won’t work in my favor but I think I will never not love being a nobody on here. Anyway. Thank you for sharing this thought :p ‘twas fun to dive into it
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Tumblr 101
This is an important read for anybody who is new to Tumblr and/or only likes instead of reblogs.
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These icons are at the bottom right corner of every post you see.
On the left is the comment option, the speech bubble. Comments are a quick way to make your thoughts known on a post without reblogging it. Comments are good for chatting with someone after they answer your ask as an alternative to spamming their ask box. Commenting + liking is NOT an alternative to reblogging.
In the middle is the reblog option, the two arrows. This is the most important thing to know about using Tumblr. Reblogging is how Tumblr functions. When you reblog something (art, fic, meme, whatever), you display it on your own blog while keeping the connection to the original poster/creator. This is how creators get their works seen! If you like something, reblog it! I cannot stress this enough!
Reblogging is not to be confused with reposting. You will see artists say to not repost their art. This means that you are not allowed to copy-paste somebody else's art and make it into your own post. This is stealing, and it hurts artists. Reposting erases all connections to the real artist and makes it seem like you made it even though you didn't. If your repost gets reblogged by people who don't know better, all of the attention will go to you instead of the actual artist. Most people get very hostile when they discover somebody reposting art, so it's a good thing that I'm teaching you now!
While we're on the topic of supporting artists, let's take a minute to talk about commissions. Art is hard work, and therefore, art is usually not free. Most artists and writers have a Ko-fi or similar way of accepting tips and donations from people who like their work and want to support them. If you want something drawn/written for you, be respectful! Find somebody who has open commissions and ask them how much it will cost to buy their time and talent. Many artists and writers also open drawing/writing requests or prompts, which are free. However, free to request does not mean free to use. If you want to save and use somebody's art, you have to pay them for it unless they say otherwise.
Finally, on the right is the like option, the heart. Likes are the most misused feature on Tumblr. Here's a little secret: likes are useless here. Liking a post is not an alternative to reblogging. Tumblr has no algorithm, so the only thing that will support your favorite artists is you reblogging their work! Likes are little extras that you give along with a reblog, or drop on somebody's post to tell them that you see it. For example, I only use likes on my friends' text posts, such as answered asks or vents, or on something that I reblog as a reminder to myself that I've seen it before (and as extra love for the creator). When I admire some art or writing, I give them a like and a reblog.
An extra warning for people who have never reblogged anything but have hundreds of likes: you will likely be blocked on sight by a lot of people. Having so many likes but no reblogs means that you look like a bot and that you are actually messing up the system. Nobody will think that you're cringe for reblogging what you like! Now is the time to start interacting for real! Be free, have fun, and reblog to your heart's content!
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How about the ask box? This can go by many names as customized by the user. This is a place for people to start a conversation, ask a question, or play an ask game. If somebody answers your ask and you want to keep talking, the polite thing to do is either comment or reblog it. Spamming somebody's inbox with individual sentences instead of keeping it in one post is time consuming and widely considered to be annoying.
Last but not least, your follower count. Here's another secret of Tumblr: nobody cares about your follower count! Nobody can see it except for you and it won't make you or your posts any more visible because there's no algorithm. If you want interaction, find some friends and cool artists and reblog their stuff. Very few accounts are considered to be "Tumblr famous" and frankly, you don't want that kind of attention here.
Please let me know if you have any questions! How you interact with this post is your first test so I can see that you are listening and learning! 💜
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coraniaid · 7 months
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Have to hand it to you, staff. Lesser minds might have been put off by the constant chorus of people on here telling you that you didn't know what you're doing, that the changes you keep forcing through are deeply hostile to the site's existing culture and won't even work at attracting the new users you so desperately want. Weaker souls, indifferent to the needs of the shareholders, might have caved in and realized Tumblr Live was a terrible idea, rather than forcing it out on more and more people across the world. People with less bravery in their hearts might have had second thoughts about the fact that the new layout looks like dogshit. Not you though. You were resolute. You held firm.
You had the confidence to know that none of the people who actually use your site matter in the slightest. We're basically deadweight at best. How arrogant we are to think any different. What matters are the people who don't use Tumblr and never have, the people who have never even heard of Tumblr or who think it ceased to exist years ago, the people who might -- someday, somehow -- choose to make it profitable. If only you can find the right way to trick them into it. (They'll forgot to keep snoozing Tumblr Live eventually, I'm sure of it.)
And I must admit, the one thing that's always held me back from recommending Tumblr -- to friends and family and casual acquantances and total strangers I walk past in the street -- was the fact it didn't look like a shitty, off-brand Twitter clone. Now, at last, I can show them all the site with pride, basking in the warm glow of their indifferent "oh, is this the new X that Elon Musk is always talking about? It looks kind of bad, honestly -- I might try Threads instead."
And this latest experiment -- removing avatars from reblogged posts, on a site where most posts are reblogs, to make "more room for badges"? Another master stroke.
Personally I've always hated quickly and easily being able to tell which of my mutuals has reblogged something (almost as much as I hated having a purely chronological list of reblogs or being able to view previous tags -- thanks again for fixing those bugs!), but I love knowing how much money they've given you. Remember when people on here actually thought you were making fun of the idea of Twitter Blue, not earnestly co-opting it? Idiots, am I right? No wonder you have so much contempt for your userbase. We deserve it.
You don't need me to tell you to ignore the haters (and you wouldn't listen to me if I did), but I'll say it anyway. What do they know about Tumblr after all? They've only been here for a decade, most of them. What are they going to do if they don't like things, leave? Teach themselves programming to fix all the changes you've made? I'd like to see that. I really would.
But if I could make one modest proposal: why stop there? Get rid of gifs next, I say. Nobody on Tumblr really likes them. Nobody who matters, anyway. Get rid of asks. Get rid of text posts. (Pivot to video!) It's all just useless unprofitable clutter, isn't it? Think how much more space there'd be for badges and crabs on my dashboard if you got rid of it all.
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kenziedrawz · 3 months
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Hello to all who may see this post! I, Kenzie, come at you once again with yet another splendid roleplay server. As you may know i have advertised a roleplay server upon my tumblr in the past, but this one is a different one. (as always, the invite link is at the bottom.)
So let me ask you a question, do you like slice of life rp mixed with a bit of adventure, a lot of mystery and just a teeny bit of horror if you consider some certain implications? Then boy do I have the right roleplay for you!
Introducing, Crown's County! A roleplay that's a mix of primarily Slice of Life and Mystery. Your setting is the small little town of Crown's County, but that begs the question, how did you character get there? Did they move there one day? Or had they lived there all their lives? (somehow, neither of those seem just right)
Can you trust your memories? That will all depend on your Awareness Level, or AL for short! AL is a fun little mechanic for this roleplay, and will help you with rolls(like in dnd) and serves as a marker towards your character's progression in solving all of Crown's County's mysteries!
But do you think that's all i have to share? Nope! Because I have a limited time offer for those willing to join! (and stay)
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Behold! For the low low price of joining and participating in this roleplay, you too can get a blorboplied drawing of one of your characters! But make sure to do so before January 7th(aest) And if that's not enough incentive to join, we have plenty of lore to uncover!
Though, you are also welcome to simply just spectate if that's what floats your boat.
The possibilities in Crown's County are almost endless! You could make a (sealed for lore purposes) Eldritch Horror work in retail! You could investigate a spooky forest! You can get up to highschool hyjinks! There's tons of possibilities to be discovered!
Of course, we do have rules though.
} You know what I'm gonna say, don't be rude, transphobic, Homophobic, Racist, you get the jist, don't be a jerk.
} Proshipping will not be tolerated here, if you are a proshipper then please get the heck out of this server.
} There's a limit of two to three main characters per person, however you can request to play an NPC character as well
} If your character has powers, I must say that they are sealed. They can use pathetically weak versions of those powers though. (Such as, someone who can fly can just levitate now.) Why? Well, that's a lore reason i can't spill yet
} Yes, there is a chance that your characters can die in this rp. But, who's to say that a new version of them can't come and take their place? But, if your character dies, then don't throw a hissy fit. There's a chance they can come back
} Please be patient with the mods (aka me), we have our own schedules and such
} Don't make yourself a protagonist, or a mary-sue/gary-stu. While I admit being all powerful and being unable to get hurt by like, anything. Nobody really has all that much power here, not even gods.
} If you wish to do any evil plotting or secret actions, then do so in your private channel which will be provided to you by the mods upon you claiming a character or saying that you will be roleplaying.
} Absolutely no ERP or NSFW, there are minors on this server
} Oh yeah, if you want to ship your character with someone else's character within the RP you must ask for their permission to pursue their character
} Non-human characters will have to be humanized but can retain certain non-human aspects, but not too many. (for lore reasons)
} PLEASE remember to censor potentially triggering topics, if you don't know how to censor it's just putting || on both sides of the text you are censoring
} Please abide by the Blacklist.
and those are all the rules! More may be added if seen as necessary.
And finally, you've reached the end of this post, where the server link is! I hope you enjoyed reading, and look forwards to promotional doodles as well! I hope you enjoy your time in Crown's County.
Also have some more examples of the Blorbo-plied style! (mostly ocs)
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tvmicroscope · 9 months
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Hello again. I know you will send an email when a new post comes up but I am here checking anyway. Another question/comment. When Wilhelm visits our favorite therapist for the first time, he's wearing a VERY EXPENSIVE sweatshirt with a small heart with eyes on it. Is he signaling to the therapist his status/wealth? Is he 'wearing his heart on his sleeve' (chest)? There are brands on clothing sprinkled throughout but that sweatshirt stood out to me. And we never see it again. makes you wonder...
Thank you very much for your kind ask.
If it’s okay, I’m going to answer the question about Wilhelm’s clothes below and first reply to your question about my substack project.
My most recent post would be the one about the ‘Clementine’ Metaphor. (I don’t know if you’ve read that one. If you have and I’m somehow mixing something up, please forgive me. It’s hard to keep track of everyone.)
The ‘Clementine’ Metaphor post deals with the question of why there are so many satsumas/clementines/tangerines associated with Simon (and with a surprising number of other characters) and what they all mean.
As for any new posts, I’m currently working on two posts at the same time:
One will be a regular post (free for everyone to read) on yet another metaphor
One will be a paid-subscribers-only post
Please rest assured that the overwhelming majority of my substack articles on ‘Young Royals’ will remain FREE for everyone to enjoy, read, discuss and comment on. I will also NEVER retroactively paywall anything that’s currently free and I will never paywall the comment button. (I find a lot of this paywalling thing really, really weird, to be quite frank.)
The only (!) exception to not paywalling anything will be the occasional bonus post for my paid subscribers (basically a post every couple of weeks as a little dessert treat for them). I will make sure that these bonus posts are both a bit different and outside the usual chain of argument, so people who only read the free ones won’t feel like they are missing out on anything. Nobody should feel that there are any weird gaps in the chain of metaphors we’re discussing. There won’t be any missing links in the chain, so to speak. The bonus posts will be strictly additional info.
(Phew, I feel I should maybe make this a separate post and pin it at the top of my tumblr as soon as I work out how to do that.:D)
Anyway, as I said, I’m currently working on two things. I hope to get them both posted over the weekend, but one or the other might be a couple of days late. (It’s difficult to write two things at the same time.)
Now, as for your question about Wilhelm’s hoodie in that therapy scene…
Just so we’re on the same page, we’re talking about this one here, right?
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You know…that is a great, great question!:) And you’ve got very sharp eyes because this, indeed, is a deeply meaningful costuming choice! This hoodie is a visual metaphor.
And no, I don’t think it has anything to do with the old saying about ‘wearing one's heart on one's sleeve’. If anything Wilhelm is doing quite the opposite in that scene: He’s not opening up to his therapist. We can see that both in the metaphorical subtext (remember the ‘Clementine’ metaphor: there is a whole bowl of unpeeled clementines in the therapist’s office in that scene, and it tells us that nothing is okay in that sense) and in the plain text (in the literal layer of the script): Wilhelm doesn’t want to open up. He’s not ready for that step yet.
(As I pointed out in the ‘Clementine’ metaphor article, though, there’s also a single apple placed among all the clementines in that bowl, and seeing as apples are symbols signifying temptation, I’d say that Wilhelm is at least tempted to say something…somewhere in the back of his mind.)
Anyway, so the heart on his chest is definitely not so much about ‘wearing your heart on your sleeve’, it simply means that Wilhelm is here because his problem relates to the heart. It’s because of ‘matters of the heart’ that he ended up in the therapists office, in the first place. In other words, it’s the fact that he loves a boy, but isn’t allowed to love him.
Which leads me to the next point: Why is this hoodie a visual metaphor?
Well, because it shows us more than just the heart image on Wilhelm’s chest. It also tells us what awful, horrible contradiction, what polarity, what faultlines there are in Wilhelm’s life: The hoodie is expensive, insanely expensive as a matter of fact. It reeks of wealth and privilege and high status and everything that makes it so impossible for Wilhelm to pursue that relationship with said boy that he loves. In other words, the hoodie is a contradiction in and of itself – just like Wilhelm’s life at that point, his emotional inner life, his psychological outlook on life, his mental health related life, his love life. In all of that, there’s a contradiction between the heart (the things that he actually wants) and the wealth/privilege (his background that forces him to deny himself these exact things). And he wears that contradiction on his very body, i.e. it’s plain for the therapist to see; it’s obvious, and Wilhelm carries is everywhere with him, wherever he goes, stands, sits or lies: it’s written all over him.
And all of that is encompassed in just one piece of clothing, which makes this hoodie a really good visual metaphor and an excellent costuming choice.
Anyway, thank you again for dropping by. I very much appreciate your kind words. My inbox is always open for lovely asks such as yours. Thank you for reading and letting me know you enjoy what I write.:)
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lemoncrushh · 4 months
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a sad little life update...
hi friends. I know Tumblr isn't always the best place to post about personal shit, but I feel the need to let some things out, and if you wondered why I've been MIA...
a few weeks ago, I got fired from my job. it was a sucky job, I didn't really like it, but it was close to where I live and it had health insurance. I'd only been there since January. the ironic thing is it was a mental health treatment center. but the owner didn't give a shit about the mental health of his own employees. he just wanted to make money. I ended up sending a long email about how I felt working there and what I was unhappy with (I won't go into those details here). a week later the HR lady told me they were letting me go. not the boss. not my supervisor. nobody else talked to me.
in the meantime (actually the day before), I had reconnected through Facebook with an old high school boyfriend. we exchanged numbers and chatted every day. he had been going through his own shit, but had a new outlook on life, positivity and all that. so he told me he wanted to help me. he lives three hours from me, and he even offered to let me live with him and get a job there. so anyway, he invited me to come visit for a weekend, and I was so excited. although we both agreed not to have any expectations (just see how it goes), we flirted all the time. for the first time in a really long time, I was feeling happy.
when I got to his place, I didn't notice the change at first. but that night he pretty much rejected me. we kissed, but he said we shouldn't "do anything reckless." I was like what?? I let it go because I knew he was tired (he works nights and had been killing it all week). the next day, although he wasn't really standoffish, I kept getting the feeling he was entering the friend zone. that night, he rejected me again (gave me some lame friend excuse), and I cried my eyes out. the next morning he asked if we were okay, but I told him I didn't know. honestly, I couldn't even look at him knowing he didn't want me. so I left. I cried almost the whole way home.
he'd told me to text him when I got home, so I did. but he didn't reply. I kept texting him, but I got nothing. when I finally heard from him, he said he was "giving me space". I told him I didn't want space, I wanted to talk. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me for leaving, or at himself for rejecting me, but I think it's the latter. we had even had a discussion at his place about how I hate when guys ghost me. but that's exactly what he's doing. he told me he was "attracted to my heart and my mind", something about my potential. That was over a week ago. Last Wednesday is the last time I heard from him. I'd asked him what I could do to make things better. he said to let him finish his day and catch up on what I wrote. he has not texted me since, even though I've sent a few more messages.
I feel so pathetic. if it was just some random guy, I probably would have just shaken it off and moved on. but because we had history, and because he'd seemed so adamant (and excited) about helping me, I just feel so lost and confused. my heart hurts so bad. some days are worse than others. today was the worst because I went back and read some of our old conversations. how could he say those things and then take it all back?
when he knew me before, I barely weighed 100 pounds. I have gained another 80 since then. I told him I was fat. he argued I wasn't. but I think once he saw me in person he was disappointed. he was probably trying to let me down easy, hoping we could still be friends. but it ended up biting him in the ass because I got upset and called him on it. he's choosing to ignore me rather than admit the truth because then he'd be the asshole. that is the only explanation that makes any kind of sense to me.
anyway, sorry for the rambling. in the meantime, I'm still living at my ex's house, still trying to find a job. I'm still waiting for my bankruptcy to be filed (just a couple things left to do, but it's taking forever), and I have no money.
because of all this shit, I have had no motivation to do any writing, or even reading. I'm so sorry. I just can't even bring myself to think about it.
rejection seems to be following me everywhere. in my teens, I was always rejected by guys I liked because I was a virgin and they didn't wanna be my first. when I finally found someone, he rejected me a week later to go back to his ex. my own ex husband didn't wanna marry me at first. now that I'm older, men don't want me because of my age or my body. I get rejected for jobs because I don't have a four year degree or the experience they want or I'm too old. I've never been anyone's favorite. never been anyone's first choice.
I had really hoped this old boyfriend connection was kismet. that we had come full circle and were supposed to help each other (even though I never believed in that sort of thing before). I'm so heartbroken :(. it hurts.
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vampiricsheep · 1 year
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RP Event - TEd Talks [NA]
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A tall, red-eyed asura with pink horn ornaments hands you a flyer and leaves before you have time to give it back or ask questions.
Date: Sunday, 18 December 2022
Time: 2pm-6pm EST
Location:
Terranexic Lab 2nd Floor - Soren Draa
Metrica Province, Maguuma [&BAkFAAA=]
Non-PvP Zone. Violators will be publicly shamed.
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Hello lovelies! I'm hosting another TEd Talk event this Sunday and would be delighted if you'd join us! The location is in Metrica Province near the Rata Sum gate. It is accessible without mounts, but the steps up are easily missed. If need be, we can relocate, but this is the best asuran zone that won't take a trek.
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Nobody is required to attend the full duration, give a talk, or even actively RP, but everyone is welcome to! Event rules are under the cut. By attending, you are agreeing to follow these rules, so please give them a read, but it's nothing unusual! It's only 9 bullet points, but it looks long due to tumblr formatting.
Talks can be about theoretically any subject, and you can make it up or outright lie, but avoid triggering subjects (e.g. graphic descriptions of violence or torture). If you aren't sure, you can always ask!
Do NOT use your talk as an excuse to roast, ridicule, or embarrass anyone. If you and another player agree beforehand, throwing academic shade at each other is fine.
No violence. None! No hitting, no stabbing, no pushing each other off of ledges. Exceptions to this rule are friendly slugs/light shoving that wouldn't be misinterpreted as an actual fighting gesture.
Respect The Venue and the host. Destruction of property, extreme disruptive behavior, and active sabotage won't fly.
If someone doesn't want to role-play, don't pressure them to. If someone wants to leave a scene or the event, don't make it awkward for them.
While you are welcome to take screenshots, don't post/upload text screenshots or recordings without the permission of all involved parties. It may seem innocuous, but some people aren't comfortable with it.
If you don't know a player or character's pronouns, don't assume. It is better to ask than to risk hurting someone.
We all make mistakes, but if you intentionally violate these rules, or continue to break them after two warnings, there will be consequences both IC and OoC. 6a. In Character consequences - your character will be escorted out of the event, and their behavior will be recorded* by jade bot, potentially spreading word of their indiscretions. 6b. Out of Character Consequences - Your character may be banned from future events hosted by Sheep. Serious or repeat violations may result in the player being banned from all future events hosted by me.
Lastly, remember that while in-character behavior does not reflect a player's out-of-character beliefs, it is still possible to make people uncomfortable with in-character behavior if lines are crossed, and those lines vary depending on audience, occasion, and location. Since this is a public event in a starter zone, we need to be conscious that our audience extends beyond the squad!
*No actual recordings will be taken by me! This just means that fictional tabloids may now have dirt on the given character. It applies to in-character trouble-making, not out of character actions.
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fraybay · 1 year
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Little Secret
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A/N: Reposting this since tumblr finally got it together and my posts now show up on tags. I hope y’all enjoy!
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Rockstar!OFC
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Hate the fact that you gotta wait, but you gon’ wait  ‘Cause you confident that we soulmates I told my therapist about you She always takes your side Ain’t nobody I love more, I just need more time
Marley sighed as her phone rang and buzzed across the counter in front of her. She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she reached out to silence it.
“You don’t think making that his ringtone is a little overkill?” Kia, her hairstylist shook her head and locked eyes with her in the mirror, “Also, it’s been three weeks. You know he’s just going to keep calling and texting, right?"
She snorted, “Let him seethe. It’s what he deserves for embarrassing me.”
The other woman gently squeezed her shoulders before she returned to working on her hair, “Mar, the public doesn’t even know about you two. As far as they know, you two are just friends who met while featuring on Nas’ song a few years ago.”
“You know,” the singer held up her hand and started counting, “All of Purple Hull knows. All of Private Garden knows. Our close industry friends know. I couldn’t care less about the public, but he’s not going to embarrass me in front of our friends!”
Kia started to respond, but Marley kept ranting, “And what’s worse is he did it on some snake shit. How do you play me every song but that one before the album drops?” She crossed her arms, “Because he knew his ass was going to be in trouble. So, he can go be with the rest of his fucking roster. I’m a generational talent. He ain’t bout to play me like I’m in the G-League when I’m clearly a Luka.”
Riley, who had been silently observing their exchange from her seat on the couch, finally spoke up to ask, “You’re going to curse him out tonight, aren’t you?”
“If he keeps his distance, no,” she huffed.
Riley pushed herself off the couch, “Let me go change out of these heels into flats, just in case.”
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This is Marley. Sorry to miss your call. I’ve got the machine; you’ve got the message. You know what to do.
With a frustrated groan, Jack hit the end call button on his steering wheel without leaving a message.
He ran a hand through his hair as he spoke to his best friend, “She hasn’t answered me in three weeks, Urb.”
Urban didn’t even glance his way as he responded, “Gee, I wonder why?”
“She’s literally a rockstar,” he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “She’s acting like she’s never embellished a song.”
“If you thought the song was fine, you wouldn’t have hidden it from her when you played her the album. Which, by the way, we all told you was a terrible plan.” Urban took a hit of his blunt before he continued, “You gotta admit, ‘but you gon wait’ does make her sound like a lost puppy following you around just waiting for you to decided she’s good enough to commit to.”
“No one even knows it’s about her,” he argued.
“No one outside of our circles knows it’s about her,” Urban corrected, “but y'all both travel with big ass entourages, bro. We’re easily in the double digits of people who know about you two and your complicated ass relationship.”
“I said good things about her in that song and on Poison,” he defended.
Urban laughed, “Shit, don’t take any drinks from her tonight. She might actually poison your ass, but like the bad kind.”
Jack reached over to lightly smack his friend on the shoulder, “You stay thinking you’re funny and this ain’t it.”
Urban shrugged and took another drag, “As long as I’m laughing, I could give a fuck if you do.”
Jack flipped him off before he turned the radio up to end the conversation.
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As soon as they entered the venue, the rest of Marley’s band and her team headed straight to the bar or dance floor.
Marley decided to make her way over to the man of the hour to get her well wishes out of the way since she knew as the night wore on, more people would be showing up. She climbed up the spiral staircase to the VIP section and gave her name to the bouncer standing guard. After he let her in, she made a beeline for Nas.
As soon as he saw her, he pulled her in for a hug while exclaiming, “Marley!”
“Nas!” She pulled back slightly, arms still wrapped around his waist, and looked up at him, “How’s my favorite rapper?”
He flashed her a big grin as he answered, “Oh, he’s sulking around here somewhere since you ducking calls and texts.”
The singer dropped her arms and nudged him with her shoulder, “Imma be nice to you since it’s your birthday, but know that you need to get your jokes in now because that carriage changes into a pumpkin at midnight and I’m gonna drag your ass.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” He reached out and pinched her cheek, “You love me too much to be mad at me for more than 2 seconds.”
“Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you have to say it!”
He slung an arm around her shoulder as he asked, “Just do me a favor, okay?”
She shot him a skeptical look as she inquired, “What?”
“There are private rooms in the hallway right off the bathrooms. If you’re gonna give him hell, do it in one of those?” he pleaded.
Marley pretended to be offended, “Are you saying I’m gonna cause a scene?”
Nas laughed, “Girl, I’ve seen you in a mosh pit. Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
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Marley leaned against the bar, sipping on her whiskey sour. She felt someone slide into the seat next to her and she knew, before she even looked over, exactly who it would be.
“So how long do you plan on pretending I don’t exist, pretty girl?” Jack tried to keep his face and posture neutral since he knew cameras were around to cover the party, “Because I’m only in LA for the next 5 days and you’re wasting time we could be spending together.”
Marley scoffed, “I’m giving you the time you so publicly requested.”
He rolled his eyes, “I do believe the song said I needed more time, not space.”
“Well, as you know from experience, I’ve always been a generous lover so I’m kind enough to give you both.” She turned toward him to look him up and down, “You’re welcome.”
Marley downed her drink, set the glass back on the bar, and slid off the bar stool to walk away, but Jack lightly grabbed her arm and gently guided her back into the space between his open legs.
Even though he was sitting, and Marley was standing, their height difference still required him to lean down a bit to whisper in her ear, “I know Nas gave you the same directions as me so we can either head to one of those back rooms or you can cause a scene, Marley girl.” Jack released her arm, “Your choice.”
Marley took a step away from him and turned around to glare at him before she motioned towards the bathrooms, “I’ll follow. You don’t get the privilege of watching this ass walk in front of you.”
Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at her statement as he stood and began making his way through the crowd with Marley holding onto the back of his shirt to make sure that they didn’t get separated.
Once they found an unoccupied room, he opened the door to allow her to enter first, but she just stared at him until he entered first. Once Marley entered the room, she shut the door and locked it before she leaned against it.
Jack started to reach out to pull her toward him, but she held up a hand to stop him. He dropped his arms and reached up to scratch the back of his neck.
“You’re seriously bothered by this?” he demanded.
Marley snorted, “What gave you that impression, Jack? My lack of response to you or the fact I didn’t share your album on my socials.”
He crossed his arms as he questioned, “And what about all the other stuff that you know is about you?” He waited for her to answer and when it became apparent that she wasn’t going to he asked, “So, you don’t care that Poison is about you and that I got Wayne on it since he’s your all-time fave rapper? Don’t care I gave a nod to you in Like A Blade of Grass since you always say I remind you of the class clown from your high school ap classes?”
He placed a hand on each side of her head against the door, invading her personal space but not touching her, “Is that the only thing my Marley girl is mad about?” Marley’s eyes fluttered close as he leaned down to huskily murmur in her ear, “Are you also mad that I told the world about the mirrors you had me install in my house so you could watch how well you take me? Are you mad I hinted that you let me tape us?”
Jack caressed her face and she leaned into his touch. He trailed a finger along her jaw until he reached her ear, and he flicked the hoop that adorned it, “Are you mad that I told the world about how I fuck the earrings off of you?” He chuckled at the way Marley’s breath hitched as he moved his body flush against hers and nuzzled her neck, “If all these people listening to the album only knew how many of these damn hoops you’ve made replace.”
“Fuck you,” Marley ground out through gritted teeth, hating the way her body always reacted to Jack’s onslaughts.
She yelped as Jack lightly bit her neck before he admonished, “Fuck me? Seems like instead of worrying about earrings, I need to fuck the brat out of you.”
His rebuke felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured on her and snapped Marley out of her reverie. She pushed him away from her, “I’m not being a brat, Jackman, and you’re not about to fuck your way to forgiveness.” She sighed, “It’s not even really about the song. I mean, I really hate it, but the fact that you intentionally lied to me is fucked up and you know it.”
Jack held up both hands in defense at the use of his full name, “I didn’t lie.”
“A lie by omission, Jackman, is still a lie,” she asserted. “You and I have always been honest with each other about what this is and how we feel. You knew I wouldn’t like it and chose to wait until it was too late for me to give you hell and have you change it.”
“Fine,” he acquiesced, “I shouldn’t have done it. My bad. Can we go back out there now and have a good time?”
“The fact that you think that’s a real apology is wild. But that’s okay. That’s exactly the sort of attitude I’d expect from someone who looks up to Drake.” Marley unlocked the door and swung it open before she turned back to him, “Just remember, you aren’t the only one who writes songs in this equation.”
Before he could respond, Marley stormed off without a single glance back.
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that was truly an insanely out of pocket ask. anyway it makes me happy to hear about what makes you happy, and how your day to day is going, and what you're excited about. hope you have a good rest of your day <3
Thanks! Their apology meant a world of difference to me. The ask also lead to me reaching out directly to FIVE different long time IRL friends who had seen me in the past three days before receiving the ask. Getting a temp check with people who have known you a long time and seen you recently is definitely helpful, and although the ask made me spiral for like 2 hours, it also generated some unexpectedly affirming conversations, where people who have all known me since 2005-2008 all independent of one another basically said that they had indeed noticed that I'm more talkative and outgoing lately, but that it hadn't pinged them in any sort of concerning way. I fuck heavily with the opinion esp of 3/5 of the people in this regard because that proportion of this group had previously reached out to me in a panic worried about me because they perceived me as so sad/detached. Two of them in particular got me engaged with environmental volunteering immediately after all my 2018 bullshit where I was in super heavy PTSD territory, and I can directly credit them for a lot of connections and drives I have today. And 2 of them have also conducted mandatory wellness checks when I didn't communicate with them often enough via text for them to be comfy. And I love them for that in ways they'll never really understand.
Anyway. The general message was that nobody had been alarmed, the ask seemed out of left field to them (they don't read my blog, but they're all aware of it and tumblr-smart), and that they'd all been happy to be happy for me this year.
No ragrets. If nothing else, being able to reach out to so many friends who have been with me for so long but also so recently was validating, and that none of them were worried about me is great. I don't think I would've had any other impetus to request all those low-consequence feedback seshes had I not received the ask. None of the people pinged have anything to gain from lying to me and again, in the past, the majority have not had a problem expressing concern about my mental health.
So like. Yeah that shit threw me super hard yesterday and I immediately re-evaluated the way that I express myself here and elsewhere. I feel like I had recently re-channeled my early days of tumblr where everything was highly unfiltered, capslock and screaming in tags was quite normal, I was a small fish in a big pond, etc--because that's when it was an exciting era for me as a creator on here. I miss a lot of that energy.
And full disclosure, in my relationship before last, the one that really and truly broke my heart on top of losing Jonathan to suicide, we didn't share ANYTHING publicly. And I was so deep. And then they broke up with me horribly a month after Jonathan died and I found him!!!!!... well, how could anyone on the outside mourn a relationship they didn't know about when my RECENTLY (for my safety lol) ex-husband had just died horrifiecally? They didn't know. The scale was so weird for everyone but me. Only a handful of people even knew I was in a new relationship that i perceived as supportive and, like, a soulmate type gig. I was so sure of everything that I didn't share ANYTHING and that super fucked me over in the end.
It was awful and alienating and I wished all along that we had shared more. So I don't wanna do that shit anymore. I'm excited about shit in my life and people in my life and meeting people and finding gigs and I don't want input on that, so please treat me like the 38 year old human being I am. I have been through more bullshit than you could possibly understand, even if you read every post I ever made here, even if you were my best friend who I told everything to (doesn't exist but good concept). Assumptions are unwelcome. I'm old and I'm angry and I have energy and that's what's up. I just want people to be on board to see this middle aged piece of shit maybe like find a reason to live again and not die alone.
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