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behindthesoul · 6 months

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Forgotten Child - Ch. 3

Shang Tsung x Reader

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Characters - Shang Tsung, you, Li Mei, Kitana, Mileena

Summary - A night alone gives you feelings that spill into the next day

Word Count - 1600

Warnings - angst :) not proofread :)

Tags - @mortal-kombat-shitposts @geeky-trash01 @fandom-garbage

The black dahlia, a mysterious and alluring bloom, stands tall as you admire her petals. She’s been your favorite flower since childhood. You remember annoying your family with facts such as its petals are not actually black! Rather, it’s a purple, almost maroon color, and did you know they are native to Earthrealm?

Your admiration for the flower meant the palace gardens had a patch of black dahlias dedicated to you. Smaller than the patch of flowers dedicated to your sisters, but arguably more loved.

“You were always fond of the dahlia,” a voice says behind you, making you jump. Hand over your heart, you turn to confront the voice.

“First Constable! What are you doing here?!”

Li Mei smiles apologetically, not meaning to scare you. You were the only royal to remain close to her after the death of your father. His death hurt, yes, but your anger was never taken out on her.

“I should be asking you the same. It is late, you shouldn’t be out here.”

Though you trusted Li Mei, you couldn’t let slip that Shang was to visit you soon. It’s frustrating he’d rather keep your love hidden, but you’ll always respect his wishes. It would be nice if she could leave sooner than later.

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you roam the palace grounds,” you deflect. “Does mother know you are here?”

She nods before moving in to give you a quick hug. She sighs, and you can tell her heart is heavy. The grief of not only losing her emperor, but her closest friend too, was almost too much to bear. You’ll never envy her position in life.

“My family is in deep mourning, Li Mei. I know you miss everyone; I promise they’ll come around soon.”

There’s not much truth to your words. Your mother will most likely hold a grudge against her until the end of time. Still, you hope your worlds will comfort her. Li Mei shakes her head, as if to remind herself why she’s here.

“I was instructed to inform you the Empress wants you to welcome the Earthrealmers for the tournament tomorrow.”

“Ah! The tournament. It completely slipped my mind.”

Li Mei suddenly looks concerned, much to your confusion. She holds your face in her hands and looks deep into your eyes, trying to find something wrong. You relax in her touch; she’s always felt like a second mother to you.

“Not once have you ever forgotten about an Earthrealm visit. You enjoy talking to Liu Kang. What occupies your mind?”

Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung, Shang Tsung -

“Nothing, I have just been busy.”

Li Mei wants to press further, but decides against it. She wishes you well before taking her leave, leaving you alone once again. You wander around the garden for some time. Shang is a tad bit late, but not enough to make you worry. You return your focus to the garden, heart aflutter in anticipation. There were better, more hidden places for the two of you to meet, but something about the gardens heightens the experience of your secret romance. Maybe it’s the way Shang plucks a rose before placing it in your hand, or the way the dahlia seems to capture his heart, too.

In the distance you spot a clock tower, its chiming announcing the midnight hour, and still, there’s no sign of your love. Anxiety laughs and begins to taunt you, but you swallow the negative feelings and choose to have faith Shang will appear soon. Gazing up at the moon, you whisper his name, hoping he’ll somehow hear your call.

Hours and hours pass. It’s a bit embarrassing, spending hours in the same spot. He isn’t going to show, you know he won’t, but your mind tells you to stay put. The first glimmers of dawn appear, the dark sky morphing into pinks and golds; despair settles in. The birds sang with you not too long ago but now they mock you with their joyous songs.

The sun’s golden rays cast shadows over the garden as you lower your head in sorrow. Precious time that could’ve been spent reading, writing, or sleeping was now wasted by false words. You allow yourself to drown in sorrows for a little while longer before making your way to your bedroom. It’s time to start your day.

Resting before the tournament would’ve been wise. You feel a bit off as you wait for the Earthrealmers with your sisters. All-nighters aren’t uncommon for you. You learned from an early age how to make yourself appear as normal as possible even when you’re running on two hours of sleep. Still, rest would be appreciated. If only someone told you he wasn’t coming…

“Something bothers you. Are you unwell?” Kitana asks, looking over at you. Sighing, you erase any current thoughts of Shang, realizing your frustration with him is easily shown on your face. Maybe you aren’t good at appearing normal.

“I’m fine, Kitana.”

“Are you sure? Mileena and I can greet the Earthrealmers alone. You look upset, you need time alone.” Kitana places her hand on your back and gently nudges you away. Mileena notices your pained expression, and shoos you away.

“You both treat me like a child…” you want to protest more, but you honestly don’t feel like being here. You want to find Shang Tsung and berate him for not showing up, but you also want to curl up in your bed and cry. Finally giving in, you leave your sisters, but not before telling them to apologize to Liu Kang for your absence. You make your way to your room, carefully avoiding any place your mother may be.

To your surprise, Shang Tsung sits on your bed while staring out the window. The sight of him turning around and looking at you with soft eyes would normally make you melt, but you feel anger seeping in. You glare at him, before climbing into your bed.

“Get. Out. I am not in the mood for you right now.”

He sighs before standing to close your door; Shang has to make sure no one sees you’re in his room. He climbs into bed with you and you quickly turn around so your back is facing him. For a moment, guilt passes over his features. It’s a feeling he’s never been familiar with. Throwing an arm over your waist - and noting how you make no effort to move it - he speaks:

“I had matters to attend to last night, something I couldn’t avoid.”

You roll your eyes. “I would’ve appreciated a message, a note, anything, to let me know you were busy. Instead, I sat in the gardens like a fool. A fool who was mocked by the sun’s rising. I wonder if you even care about our time together.”

“I do care, more than I once thought,” Shang replies, gaining your interest. You turn around and face him, eyes still dark with anger. It feels like a small win to him.

“More than you once thought? You did not care in the past?”

“When we met, I did not expect to fall in love with you. Nor did I expect a royal to pay attention to someone like me. You are beautiful, loving, and so much more than I deserve-”

“Get to the point, sorcerer,” you snap, “I currently have no stomach for your tangents.”

He sighs, taking a moment to collect himself. “I cannot explain the circumstances of my absence right now. But know that it was a matter of utmost importance. I do apologize for being unable to notify you, and I ask for your forgiveness.”

Torn between your love for Shang Tsung and the pain of his absence, you stay quiet. Anger fades but leaves behind slight resentment. “I took time to think to myself last night. I cannot be in a relationship I have to hide. I want Outworld to see I am proud of my love, and I want you to be proud, too. I wonder if these feelings are wasted on a man like you.”

“They are not. I understand your wishes and I ask that you be patient for a while longer.” Lying to you is odd, he can’t describe the feeling, but it doesn’t feel good. Making your relationship public could bring unwanted attention to his and Quan Chi’s actions. He briefly wonders if getting involved with you was a mistake, but he can’t bring himself to break things off. Shang feels selfish for wanting your touch.

“You say that often. I wait, and wait, but nothing happens. Your words are starting to feel empty.” You want to cry. Neither of you expected a lonely night in the gardens would bring up so many feelings. It’s late in the afternoon now; Quan Chi will surely wonder where Shang is by now. He begrudgingly gets out of your bed and opens your window, preparing to leave.

“I will return tonight, we can talk further then.” Shang looks back at you with a neutral expression, but his heart is annoyingly hopeful. This conversation felt disjointed and leaves you both uneasy and unsatisfied. It doesn’t matter to you though, you want time to yourself.

“Do not bother, sorcerer. For now, I think it’s best if we go our separate ways.”

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat fanfic #shang tsung x reader

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dreamsy990 · 9 months

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this was meant to be just a quick like. idk thing for me to throw my ideas down and id clean it up later but lets be real im not. going to. have kh shitposts

#doodles #shitpost #kingdom hearts #axel #lea #sora #riku #roxas #xion #young xehanort

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1-1sundial · 9 months

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one of my favorite things is the live chat replay for the ultrakill act II full ost premiere.

things get interest around when The Abyss and The Serpent plays, the track for when you're fighting the leviathan:

at around 37:26, a user types ⚠ LEVIATHAN ACTIVITY ⚠ twice in quick succession. an innocuous enough message.

someone decides to copy-paste it a few seconds later.

hakita, lead dev and composer, posts a comment regarding that track, as he had been doing for every track thus far.

meanwhile the first signs of infection are present.

⚠ GOOBER ⚠ is a reference to a gif, which ⚠ LEVIATHAN ACTIVITY ⚠ presumably was inspired by.

the levels of ⚠ LEVIATHAN ACTIVITY ⚠ continued to increase.

believe it or not, it had yet to reach full strength. hakita continues to commentate but finds his insight into the production of the music juxtaposed against the spam:

at some select moments, you could find the entire chat window to be nothing but warnings of ⚠ leviathan activity ⚠.

hakita, as much as he is a queer shitposter with his finger on the pulse of the retro FPS community, has yet to acknowledge the ⚠ activity of the leviathan ⚠, instead ignoring it and providing more commentary. on the bright side, this meant the message wasn't being forbidden, although it would be excessive to employ such moderation measures against a pre-recorded premiere stream anyway. hakita is not anti-fun; if the ⚠ leviathan was active ⚠ and you wanted to post about it, you were allowed to.

the song ends. the leviathan is no longer active. the spam seems to die down as Chord of the Crooked Saints begins to play.

it seems to be dead. not only is the leviathan no longer active, the entire tone of the ost has shifted. The Abyss and The Serpent was the last track of the wrath layer, a water-themed layer nearly the polar opposite of the next layer, the heresy layer.

and yet from the ashes, a new type of ⚠ activity ⚠ rises. you see, Chord of the Crooked Saints is a drone. it has no melody or percussion, it is simply a continuous sound which is played as soon as you enter heresy, which has quite possibly the most metal and badass introduction to any layer. Chord of the Crooked Saints is infamous because it is part of what made the introduction to heresy so jarring and memorable.

of course, the law of the internet states that the better something is and the harder it goes, the more likely people are to be silly about it.

going forward, this would be the entire stream, for what little music there was left in the OST:

hakita could no longer withstand the levels of ⚠ activity ⚠.

a reference to a weird fucking creature thing named "armboy" that hakita hid as an easter egg out of bounds in heresy.

and this is how the stream would continue. various new types of ⚠ activity ⚠ would be detected and posted about en masse, ad nauseum. it was glorious.

#silly #ultrakill #⚠ULTRAKILL POST⚠

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shou-jpeg · 10 months

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-Back on the Beat-

Part 3. 01

October 29th, 7:32pm

Porchay is lying sideways on his bed, scrolling through spotify and trying not to think about Kim. His curtains are wide open and he looks up occasionally to gaze out at the city lights.

He’s been living at the Theerapanyakul compound for almost five months now, and he still feels out of place and uncomfortable most of the time he’s here.

He wishes he could go back to his family home.

He wishes he could go back to a year ago, when things were simpler and he shared meals with his brother, instead of eating alone in his room. Porsche is so busy these days, they only get to catch up in person once a week at most.

But if they could go back, that would mean Porsche wouldn’t have Kinn.

Would Porsche be just as happy had he never met Kinn? If they had never met, surely Porsche would fall in love with someone else and be just as happy. Porchay is a romantic through and through, but he’s never really been one to believe in the concept of a “one true love.”

His chest tightens.

Would his own love life be easier if he had never met Kim?

If Kim had just remained a pretty face on his phone screen, the local celebrity Porchay looked up to and admired, would Porchay have eventually met someone else?

He’s had plenty of crushes before, and he’s always been so ready and so quick to fall into love.

Maybe he could have met someone at university, and they could have had a slow and sweet romance.

Porchay sighs.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing.

He told himself he would leave things up to Kim, and yet here he is, messaging Kim most days and even asking him up to his room.

He’s so weak willed.

Kim had spent almost four hours in Porchay’s rooms the other day when Porchay had invited him up after family dinner. They had finished his shitpost for tiktok, and then spent half an hour looking through his saved videos together, until one of them reminded Kim about a situation he had been in at the shopping centre a year prior, and then they ended up talking for the next two hours, bouncing from topic to topic.

It felt a lot like how it used to be, before everything happened. How things were when Porchay felt like he was floating on air, getting to spend time with Kim and getting to know him, and falling more and more in love with him every minute they spent together. When he thought, just maybe, Kim might hold similar feelings for him.

They hadn’t even talked about what happened between them. Porchay didn't even remember they hadn't talked about it until an hour after Kim left.

Porchay doesn’t even know how much he wants to talk about it anymore.

He thinks he understands a little better, after all these months, where Kim might have been coming from.

If he lets himself believe that the Kim he got to know was real, and that Kim does feel the same way he does, he can reason why things happened the way they did and why Kim broke it off with him when he did.

If he lets himself believe Kim holds feelings for him, almost everything between them up until this point would make sense.

The confession, the heartbreak, the constant attempts to contact him again.

Yok's bar.

The video he can't stop watching.

The messages they've been exchanging.

But Porchay doesn’t want to get his hopes up and risk his heart breaking again. Just because things make sense if he thinks about them one way, it doesn't meant they don't also make sense in another way.

But he can’t seem to help himself when it comes to Kim.

He’s still so in love with him.

He wants to talk to him all the time. He wants to see his face all the time. He wants Kim to keep sending him stupid memes, and pictures of his new cat, and links to things he thinks Porchay might like.

He wants to show Kim his garden bed, and cook him dinner, and tell him about all the things he's learnt in the medical bay.

He wants to play music with him again.

Porchay clicks to his favourites playlist on Spotify.

He hovers over one of the songs he recently added.

It’s an older American song. When he first heard it, he immediately thought it was the sort of broody song with interesting hooks and a great melody that Kim would adore.

He hesitates.

Fuck it, he thinks, and sends the link to Kim.

Chay laughs out loud.

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#kimchay #kinnporsche #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #porchay pachara #back on the beat #i want you bach au #i want you bach au part 3 #part 3 time!#Jeff Buckley properganda #someone tell the other Jeff to sing a cover of this song

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eye-of-enigmatic-thought · 4 months

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Merry Christmas! Have some cursed Wally Darling fanarts because I make bad art only lmfao

The first was meant to be a quick shitpost doodle but I went too far and tried rendering all of it, but then gave up on the toilet itself because I had been working on it nonstop for two hours whilst listening to Elton John on repeat and I had to save what little of my soul was left.

Also when I posted the Jacko pose Wally on one server, I ended up getting a few actually thirsty over him and I cried in despair over what I had done.

#my art #digital art #krita #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #wally darling #xok #jacko pose #cursed #how do i even tag any of this #jack o pose

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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April and Casey’s turn now. Featuring: Maybe Mikey needs to talk to his therapist about his violent outbursts.

——

April and Leo got to the hospital as quick as they could, all of Donnie’s paperwork in tow. April immediately ran for Raph and Mikey, pulling them into her arms and holding them tight.

“Are you guys okay? Do you need anything?” She asked.

Raph and Mikey both shook their heads. They pulled away from her, coming over to Leo, who was clutching her backpack like a life vest.

“Leo?”

“I- I didn’t know what to do.” She whimpered, pulling open the bag, “I grabbed all the paperwork and some water and snacks. I got your wallet, too, Mikey. You left it.” She dug through the bag, practically trembling with anxiety, “I-I got some snacks for you guys at store, so brought some of those and- and-“

“Leo.” Raph reached out, grabbing her hand, “Talk to us.”

She choked on a sob, forcing herself to hold it back.

“I didn’t know what else to do with them.” She finally admitted.

“Do with what?”

She opened the small side pocket on her backpack, pulling out three pieces of identical cardstock, folded perfectly into thirds. The purple tinted paper had light embossing and a subtle geometric pattern printed on.

“He wrote these for us.” She said, “I- I didn’t want to throw them away. If… if something goes wrong… I didn’t want to… to not have them.” She held them out.

“I don’t want that!” Mikey snapped, “You- you’re talking like he’s not gonna make it or something! He’s not actually dead, Leo!”

“I know, but-“

“No buts!” He shoved past and plopped down in his chair again, “We are going to sit here and wait and the doctor is going to come out and say Donnie is fine and everything will be okay!”

Raph put a hand on Leo’s shoulder, guiding him to sit a row away from Mikey, back where Casey was waiting. April, however, sat down with him.

“You know that’s not what Leo meant.” She told him.

He didn’t answer, glaring at the magazines on the center table like they had poisoned his brother.

“Just because you’re upset and things are scary doesn’t mean you get to hurt Leo.” She told him, “Leo didn’t make Donnie do this. We’re all scared, Mikey. We haven’t dealt with anything like this before.”

Mikey still didn’t answer. If he wasn’t careful, he might actually glare a hole into the table.

April sighed, sitting back and throwing her arm over the back of his chair, an open invite for a hug if he wanted one.

She pulled out her phone, trying to scroll through her socials, but seeing other people shitposting and having fun only made her feel worse.

She opened her recent tabs, closing the apps left on in the background…

She hovered over the messages.

Mikey had called her in a panic, so she’d missed some texts from Raph and Casey. Leo had eventually texted her as well, telling her that she was waiting outside for her.

But before that she had…

Donnie Boy: Hey April, I left something for you in your bike’s sidebag. Don’t worry, I wrapped it in plastic so it wouldn’t get ruined if it rained. Check when you get the chance, okay? Love you.

Her own note sat in her jacket pocket, still wrapped in the ziploc she’d received it in. She hadn’t taken it out yet. She hadn’t had the chance. She had just been leaving for work when Mikey called her.

It felt like a brick, sitting there against her thigh. She was scared to open it. That note was the last thing her baby brother had given her, wrapped in a perfect little package just for her. If she didn’t open it, she couldn’t know what it said. Maybe it said nothing.

Across from them, she watched Raph open his.

A minute later, he slumped forward, holding his head in his hands as he cried. Casey carefully took the note from him, folding it back and tucking it into his own jacket before wrapping his arms around Raph and holding him.

Leo was disassociating. Her eyes were vacant, her expression hollow, as she stared into middle space. Her fingers idly pulled at her skirt, her claws digging into the fabric hard enough that April could see it starting to wear.

Mikey got up and went over to them. He grabbed Leo’s backpack, digging through the pockets and tossing a couple things aside before he found what he was looking for. It was a stim toy, one they usually kept with them for Donnie. He took Leo’s hands and shoved the toy into them, taking her skirt and tugging on it to get it away from her claws and smooth it down.

He then came back over to April, sitting down with less anger than before, but still unhappy. He flopped against her side, letting her embrace him.

—

When the doctor finally came out to talk with them, April had to lightly shake Mikey awake. She and Casey weren’t allowed into the back, but they understood and promised to wait.

So they sat in the waiting room.

“April?”

She looked at Casey, taking in how he looked. His hair had never been particularly nice, but it was even worse now, looking like a tangled mess from how much he’d been running his fingers through it. His legs were bouncing with nervous energy. He wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore, either, having given it to Raph.

He looked weirdly small without it. Or maybe that was just the situation.

She grabbed him, pulling him into a tight hug, burying her face into his greasy hair, and finally let go. She cried, clinging tight to the only person she left she didn’t have to be strong for. The guys needed her, but Casey was different.

She knew he was crying, too. Her shoulder was wet with his tears and probably a bit of snot, but she didn’t care. They’d grown to be close friends and she’d rather he cried with her than hide it.

Like she’d been.

“Did he write one for you?” She asked.

He nodded against her shoulder.

“Do you want to read ours together?”

He nodded again.

She guided them back to the seats, pulling the note from her pocket. Casey pulled an identical one from his own, holding out his arm to her for her to lean on.

They read in silence.

—

The boys came back out half an hour later.

“They’ve got him sleeping right now.” Raph said, “They want to keep him under watch for a couple days, make sure the stuff he drank is out of his system.”

“Leo tried to punch a nurse.” Mikey chuckled, rubbing his eyes, “They accidentally misgendered Don.”

Leo did not look apologetic.

“They’re gonna bring him to the mental ward.” Raph continued, “Hold him for a week or so to get him started on some kind of recovery plan. Gonna work on getting him started on medicine and get a psychiatrist.”

April nodded.

“They said we can come back tomorrow to visit.” Mikey told them, “But just us. They still won’t allow you guys in.”

“That’s okay.” Casey smiled, “We’ll still be here if you want us to.”

…

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Not sure where to go from here other than just, y’know, the actual incarceration of a mentally ill and suicidal patient.

But I’m not ready to unpack that particular part of my own trauma yet.

-Monster Anon

ugh sorry for not responding when i got this yesterday i got OVERWHELMED and then had shit to do but basically: FUCK!!! OWW augAHGH AGHAG I'm having a BLAST with these guGHH

one thing that caught my eye was when raph said "Leo didn’t make Donnie do this." because like- OK SO- while that is accurate and correct I feel like Mikey would be really pissed off and immediately jump to "YES SHE DID" because like-

Leo is the one who reminded Donnie how useless and worthless he was every day of their childhood together. Leo's the one who reinforced the self hatred. sure, Splinter ignored and abused Donnie too, but he wouldn't have gotten half as bad as he did without Leo's incessant cruelty.

I know, very angsty of me, but I think Mikey would probably lash out in this moment and insist that Leo is at least partially at fault for this, because saying sorry doesn't change how drenched Donnie's mind is in self hatred and pain specifically because of Leo.

I just think that would be. so funnnnnnn, and if I get around to writing my version of this over the summer I'm definitely including that.

anywho- casey and april bonding is ery <<<333

#nnstuff #suicide tw #teenage mutant neglected turtles #neglected fic #ask #asks are sweethearts #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo

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justsomeoneunordinary · 10 months

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Why You Should Reblog Creative Work

Here’s the thing about tumblr and reblogs: A lot of tumblr olds will tell you how reblogging is the only way for a post—especially when it comes to creative work such as art, gifs, fics etc.—to be seen by other people in the first place, as tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm.

This is not quite true anymore. Tumblr does have an algorithm and it’s a pretty well working one, too. I actually do use the ‘For You’ page every now and then and it always shows me a few posts that absolutely are of my interest. Hell, it even shows me untagged posts, it even shows added commentary in reblogs that are relevant to my interest.

So, saying “a like does nothing on tumblr” isn’t true anymore. As I’ve already seen, you don’t even necessarily need to tag your posts anymore (text posts at least—I don’t believe it’d work with images) to reach your audience.

But, and there is a But, capital letters and all that jazz, tumblr is first and foremost a blogging website. You all have blogs, and when you post here you blog. The reblogging function is a deeply ingrained, essential feature of this site, and when bloggers stop using it, creators will stop creating. A lot of them have already stopped—it’s one of the reasons why I for example, as well as a lot of other writers I know, don’t post fics on here anymore and merely share a quick link to AO3.

This is a blogging website and people are killing it by not using it the way it’s supposed to be used. Yes, you can, technically still reach your audience even if you’re not being reblogged at all, but apart from the fact that a lot of tumblr olds don’t even look at the ‘For You’ page, nothing will spread creative work as fast as reblog chains will. Nothing will make sure your work will be seen at all, except when people reblog it.

Not to mention that the ‘For You’ page (or the ‘Based on Your Likes’ function which is mostly garbage unlike the ‘For You’ page tbh) will never be able to show you older work that could interest you too, and bring the creator joy by getting attention on something that’s already years old again. Only sharing the work and spreading the joy will work.

Also, because likes were pretty useless until recently, most tumblr users don’t see likes as in “hey, I liked this!” but more in a “I saw this” manner. Hell, that’s how I use the like button. Sure, I leave a like on things I do like (I wouldn’t leave it on a post I dislike, that makes no sense), but the like is mostly meant for me to remember I saw this already. To show appreciation I reblog/queue the post. Because that’s what reblogging to most of us means. It means “hey, I like this and I appreciate it and I want to share it so others see this amazing thing too!”

If you leave only a like and no reblog follows it eventually, to most of us it means “yeah, I liked this but not enough to have it on my own blog and share it with others”—and that’s discouraging as fuck. It’s like saying that the work we created isn’t good enough.

Obviously, you don’t have to reblog every art/gifs/fics/etc. you see if they don’t even interest you. But naturally, you wouldn’t leave a like on something you don’t like either, would you?

There’s, of course, also always this small portion of Big Artists who claim that reblogs aren’t that important and likes are just as appreciated, but those are usually the kind of artists who reach hundreds of reblogs, get lot of commentary on the work, kind asks and so on and so forth. Maybe once people stop interacting with their work they would change their tune, but as long as they don’t struggle with receiving appreciation for the creative work that took them hours and was created with passion and love, their opinion doesn’t really matter, as they’re in a huge minority with that view anyway.

(I am talking about creative work specifically here because honestly, no one gives a fuck if you reblog shitposts or not, as they don’t take even remotely the same amount of time as a single art piece does for example, and aren’t made with the same passion either. Ironically though, shitposts are the kind of posts that get the most reblogs anyway.)

At the end of the day, it’s really not that hard to reblog other people’s work. You don’t have to leave a comment in the tags/reblog either, as not everyone has the time and spoons to do so—I do promise you though that if you leave kind commentary underneath a creative work, you will make OP’s day—there’s even a quick reblog resp. a quick queue option on mobile and desktop, which takes you just as long to click as the like button. Literally just a second.

You can also always make (a) sideblog(s) for anything you don’t want to mix with the other things you post/reblog.

And it doesn’t matter if you have no followers or not many who would see the things you reblog either. OP doesn’t know that—all they do know is that someone appreciates the creative work they posted. And a reblog even with no commentary will always be more meaningful than a like.

Maybe it’s not important anymore on tumblr to get reblogs to reach an audience, but the reblogs are still necessary to keep the community alive. And by discarding the reblog function we’re effectively killing that community until there won’t be any creative work anymore and well… probably only memes and shitposts on here.

So instead of getting all prissily and calling creators “entitled” for asking for reblogs, as if it is such a hardship to click the button, you should maybe ask yourself why you’re so reluctant to reblog work that took hours to create in the first place, hm?

#tumblr culture #reblogging

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traumatizeddfox · 1 year

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hi i’m fox! this is my blog where i post stuff that is triggering and related to the abuse i suffered. don’t interact with my blog if abuse is a trigger. I try to tag things but sometimes i forget so this is pretty much ur warning! if you feel like i should be using a tw/cw let me know!

Things i typically post: trauma related art, vent art, weirdcore,surreal core, dereality themes, self harm (i don’t share images just themes of it! i will not post my own self harm) eating disorder (not thinspo or pro ana)

everything i post is mine but a lot of images i do get from pinterest except for my drawings. please DONT repost my stuff at all unless you get permission!

DNI List:

-anti traumacore blogs

-KINK/NSFW blogs (More specifically if u are dd/lg)

-pro MAPs

-anti recovery

-TERFS

-basic dni criteria

quick questions i get:

How old are you?: Im 27

Pronouns: She/her

Can I send you a dm?: yes but sometimes i dont reply bc i get a lot of notifs

Asks/Vents

-I get a lot of anons now, so i may not answer every single one. please don’t take offence if i don’t answer yours! it may be because i’m busy, or the topic is very heavy or i simply have not seen it!

-Most times I will spend about 30 minutes to an hour going through my inbox, but that depends on my schedule :) I try to put them in a q so it doesnt clog up peoples time lines

-Feel free to trauma dump in my blog! It can be about anything!!!

-if you don’t want me to post you ask please let me know, if you want an ask deleted let me know as well!

-Feel free to use any emojis or names to identity you (or don’t!)

-I’m not a mental health professional so i can only answer as best to my knowledge, i suggest you talk to your doctor or a therapist (if possible) for legit advice

You can reblog all of my posts unless i say not to :-) mistakes happen so don’t feel bad if you do ^_^

You also can tag whatever u like! idc if u want to tag my stuff abt ur fav character/celeb or whatever fits ur vibe <3

My main blog is: @phatghettorat (its just a shitposting blog where i just rb funnies or whatever is my current hyperfixation) i would consider this my main but tumblr wont let me change lol

You can also find me:

Instagram (@/traumatizedfox)

TikTok (@/traumatizedfox)

I also have a discord server meant for venting and posting traumacore art/edits/poetry check it out!

have a wonderful day <3

-Fox

#Traumatizeddfox #i had to re do this bc apparently tumblr deleted it

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