hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x
Dianora Francesca and Gianluca Andreotto Curcuruto were lustrous, opportunist and above all things, powerful. The idealistic darlings wed their courtship in the January of 1889 as they set their sights on the Americas. Amongst the Italian high society many believed the couple consummated far before their marriage, but alas rumours could only sustain themselves for so long.
Dianora was infamously charismatic; she carried herself with prowess and pride amongst her fellow socialites. She found herself often the life-of-the-party, and alongside her charm, she was rich. The daughter of a Florentine governor, the woman was priceless in the marriage market. Gianluca on the other hand was quietly awkward. He came from a family of architects and engineers, and needn’t a reason to go beyond the confinements of his office, although, alike most men of his status, he was drawn to Dianora. However, unlike those men, Gianluca’s subtle demeanour was able to capture her eye.
Upon their engagement, the couple began their journey to the New World as the social scene of New York City was yet to be conquered by Dianora and Gianluca’s prospects in engineering grew as the dream of flight became a furthering plausible possibility for human development amongst such academics of the States. The Curcuruto’s were beyond ambitious and intended to craft a legacy that would long outlive them.
The valley you live in is protected by a powerful entity. There is some debate about what exactly he is but most people refer to him as The Master in polite speech and The Demon when whispering.
Every generation he asks for a tribute to be sent up to his manor house to become one of his Chosen.
His magic is powered by sex and the Chosen are made immortal and given every luxury and in return - they are the batteries for that magic. They fuck each other. They fuck the monsters and visitors who come to the manor house.
As the new recruit, you must be acclimatized to the place and made obedient to the Master. This comes in the form of making you have orgasm after orgasm until your free will is sapped away and you become bound to the Master and the house.
So you navigate the house.
You have 4 days until the party. As you explore, there are multiple chances to get fucked by the other human Chosen or monstrous guests of the house who have arrived for the party.
You can play it as being enthusiastic about proving yourself to the Master and trying to have as many orgasms as fast as possible so he will come and claim you.
You can also play it more reluctantly as you are forced into having your free will leeched away.
re: last anon i definitely think it comes from the uhhh whole threatened thingy. Since most of y3 is. Well. Uhm. Daigo Coma Hours we spend a lot of time w/ that guy in a threatened state. Hence the more “violent” interpretations bc. Well. his sillyguy’s in a coma. Though I’ve definitely seen Mine’s more… stressed (for lack of better words) state being misinterpreted as his natural state and I can see how that would lead to more frequent violent kirinmine takes etc. (Hopefully this is coherent I am soooooooooo tired rn)
I really am getting frustrated with how little artists are being supported in this fandom. It’s frustrating to see talented artists who have notes only in the dozens because a ton of people liked the art but only one or two people reblogged it. And I don’t think you should be pressured to reblog every single art piece you see, but I am begging you to consider being a bit more lenient in art you will boost??
Art on the internet is dying in some ways. We are losing the websites that catered to our work one by one- Deviantart, Instagram, Twitter, many more. Tumblr is among them, but at the very least it is not the site’s algorithm that is against us, and there are plenty of active people, and yet still, no one actually wants to put in the effort of supporting the creators they like or helping them feel seen, and I feel like at least to a degree that is a major problem specifically in this fandom- Because we have an active fan base on this app, and I can see how many people flock to funny text posts I’ve reblogged, but my art and other people’s art will continue to go entirely ignored and it’s becoming increasingly frustrating because despite the influx of new people on this app, I’ve seen a DECREASE in interaction somehow.
I don’t know for what reason you would want to follow me but for art, for my own and the work of others that I reblog, so can you please actually support it instead of looking at it for half a second and then moving on with maybe a like if we are lucky? Because I’m exhausted of trying to make work that will actually be valued by anyone and other artists have been saying the same things for months, and although I’ve tried to be nice and not too forward about my frustration with this, I’m getting to be at my limit. I don’t want to post art that much anymore. Many other people don’t want to post art much more. What’s the point if no one shows any care?
Tumblr's recent ai scraping posts and admitting that they'll partner with programs to scrape users, manually having to opt out of it on each individual blog just to try to dodge it, and general woes have really put a damper on how much I want to draw and share. Easy to feel hopeless in these times right with just about everything happening in and around the world but I settled that I'll still share things here for the time being and until tumblr really becomes completely unwelcome to artists.
need everyone to stop having public opinions about the private life of actors so i can go on my weekly twitter scroll and look at fun lil videos of my blorbos without being bombarded by the most UNHINGED commentary. just discuss this in the group chat with your besties like god intended!! not every thought you have needs to be published!!
list of my grievances in the tags bc this has been the most miserable week ever and the only person i could conceivably complain to is also going through it