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itstheelvenjedi · 2 years

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TW: abuse, assault mention, very much a vent. You do not have to read it and I don't have the time or spoons to coddle your stupid ass if you ignore this and read it and get your panties in a knot so just fuck off if you're sensitive to these themes I cannot (read WILL not) deal with you and I'm sick of compromising my own mental health for the comfort of a bunch of morons on the Internet who apparently can't fucking READ a trigger warning. Grow up.

Feelings I didn't realise I DIDN'T miss till I was stuck living with them again: being constantly on eggshells because if I breathe too loudly/in a certain way it will be taken as disrespect even if I was just inhaling air.

No privacy. Ever. What is privacy. Do these people know how to knock

Being two degrees of separation from a serious mental breakdown from the collective fuckery of my shitty situations all crashing down on my shoulders and still having to tiptoe around him and be HIS safety blanket because "uwu I can't deal with this shit rn why are you so difficult uwu"

Important context: THEIR cat got sick, THEY lost his insurance documentation which meant they couldn't claim for it till after the fact so ME had to pay 200 bucks so the family cat didn't die of a preventable infection because THEY couldn't adequately take care of a single celled amoeba without killing it nevermind an actual living, breathing, other being. HE was too pussy to medicate his own fucking cat so ME had to get bitten and scratched giving him meds 2x a day for a week and deal with kitty tantrums because he had to be on 24/7 obs for 1.5 of those days (not the cat's fault, obviously. But yes abso-fucking-lutely my parents' faults for ignoring my warnings about letting him 1) Freeroam whenever/wherever because they're too lazy to clean and maintain a litter box so "he won't pee in there he only goes OUTSIDE D'':" AND 2) letting him eat shit he kills in the street because "he's got an immune system, he'll be fine" BRUH YOUR CAT ALMOST DIED. HE WAS NOT FINE

Also incase anyone was wondering how my month is going: though I could finally gtfo at the end of the month, went to take some stuff back ahead of time only to discover that a damp problem in my bathroom which the social housing authorities kept ignoring despite my complaints has spread mold through my ENTIRE APARTMENT and ruined ALL OF MY FURNITURE. YEAH, EVERY LAST PIECE OF FURNITURE I OWN.

Which HE then had a meltdown over because you know, it's not like HIS furniture got trashed and HE has to keep sleeping on a couch less than a foot away from a woman who emotionally, physically, psychologically AND financially abused him since childhood because he had NOWEHERE ELSE TO GO and who now has to stay there INDEFINITELY until social housing gets their head out of their ass and decides to address my request/complaint (it took them 3 years, and then 18 months (and counting) to evict tenants that physically assaulted me BTW for reference) /s

I am screaming. Perpetually. I hate it here fr I want out let me OUT aaaaaaaa

At this point if I survive till the end of the year I may believe in miracles because it genuinely doesn't seem possible at this point

#elven screams into the void #tw: abusive relationship mention #i will scream it to the sky till the day i die #elven rants in the tags #delete later #prolly #theyre already talking about what THEY need that money for instead of remembering they fucking need to pay it back to ME cause i spent #MY money on THEIR cat btw in case anyone was wondering just how much of a fckn garbage fire my parents are :')#and also i still have to pay to get my apartment fumigated for mold + al #new furniture. which they ''havent got money to help me with'' ofc #while im down a significant chunk of my savings looking after THEIR pet bc he doesnt deserve to suffer because theyre pos #hello yes this is a mental breakdown #because this is 100% genuinely the only place i can have one without being made to feel selfish so fckn let #me have this ok. you dont even have to read it infact im not expecting anyone to #i just need to Scream and i am in a position where i simply Cannot Ever and i forgot how shitty it is honestly #fuck this shit and the horse it rode in on

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moenmomentsthemoe-en · 11 months

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whopper whopper whopper whopper whopper whopper whopper whopper

#okay um some serious things #my tablet cable frayed again #it still works ! but i no longer have the liberty to make lines the thickness i want it to #and my laptop is refusing to be charged again (no matter the cable)..which sucks cause i kinda need it to draw and do work #the....stylus i ordered to use on it ended up not working either (looking into it)#aghh mental health has also been going to shit so i genuinely apologise for lack of art aha or if i just seem low energy on anyone's posts #or asks #coping. (badly)#ill delete this later #just wanted to let it out somewhere #what better place than to yell it into the void HAHA #i have. set up a ko-fi though!! donations are open but comms are still in the works (for obvious reasons haha...)#ill see you on. the flipside. (disappears forever)#moen thoughts

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reidsbookclub · 2 months

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Yours Truly Spencer Reid x fem! reader WC: 2555 fluff pure fluff tw: mentions of Gideon's death

AN: ending is a bit rushed but when I copy & pasted here I accidentally deleted it and couldn’t recall everything I wrote 😩

It’s been three months living with the knowledge that Gideon is no longer there. His conversation with Rossi was haunting him in the middle of the night. “I know I’m not being very rational,” he had told Rossi, “but I think about him all the time. And I knew he was always out there, now it just feels empty.” Rossi’s words still echoed in his mind. “Maybe you’ll find something else to fill the empty space.” He couldn’t even begin to imagine finding anything that would fill the void of now knowing that his mentor would no longer be just a call away. He needed to find a way to feel close to him, so he put pen to paper and did what he knew best: he started writing Gideon letters with the intent of them being addressed to fire. He put pen to paper and tried to connect it to the cloudy thoughts of his brain. After a couple of hours he fell asleep with the warmth of the fireplace enclosing him in a hug.

Not even in his wildest dreams did he ever thing that letter would get read and replied to.

It had been three months since her godfather Jason had passed away, three months of losing the only father figure she had had. If she didn’t know any better she could’ve sworn that he was still around, his presence felt throughout the small cabin she was inherited. Stephen, Jason’s son, had delivered a letter stating such. The simple letter in the testament read, “Y/N, just know that a very good friend of mine holds a key to this cabin, he might drop by if he feels the need to feel close to me, or just an escape from the darkness of this world. Be kind to him, Dr. Reid needs some warmth, kindness and love in his life.”

Days later she found a piece of paper on the floor of the cabin. She really needed to seal the mail slot on the door and install a mailbox. But she couldn’t help but let out a gasp on who sent it, the Dr. Reid in her godfather's letter.

Dear Gideon, It’s been three months since you’ve passed and I can’t help but ask why I never reached out to you when you left the BAU.

Oh. So he’s a coworker. She wondered if he helped found the BAU alongside Rossi and her godfather, suddenly wondering if Dr. Reid had many stories about her godfather’s younger days. Silencing her thoughts, she continued reading.

You know how I’m a specialist at overthinking everything and I just can’t help but wonder if I still have a place in the BAU now that you’ve gone.

Who is this Dr. Reid?

Gideon I’m becoming a mastermind at vanishing into the deep thoughts of my brain in the middle of the night. Midnights have now become my afternoons. I miss the talks we used to have. If I’m being honest I’m finding it so hard to find my place with the team now that I can’t just hide in your office. Can you believe Morgan invited me out to the club? Me.

Club? Was Dr. Reid not an old guy like her godfather or was Morgan just being nice and inviting a mentor out to drinks? Curiosity getting the best of her, she continued reading the letter, hoping to get more answers on who Dr. Reid really is.

You always used to say my first degree was running away into the deep thoughts of my mind but I think I have added a fourth Ph.D to my resume and that’s being my own worst enemy.

Multiple Phds? She couldn’t even finish school. Who was this guy?

You know how hard it is to admit it to myself but I miss you Gideon. Sometimes I still talk to you when I feel like screaming at the sky, angry that you left me with nothing but a letter, just like everyone else that had ever left me did, but I can't be angry at you. -SSA Agent Reid…. Yes I know, Gideon. I need to make people respect me. So I guess I’m signing off as, SSA Doctor Spencer Reid.

He wouldn’t need to make people respect him if he wasn’t young? Would he? Not being able to get her mind off the mysterious Dr. Reid, she decided to write him a letter.

Coming back from a demanding case always felt like a relief and the worst thing in the world at the same time. Relief for finally being home and the worst thing because once you’re home, warm in bed, your mind starts reliving every little thing you could’ve done differently. This night would be different. Spencer was greeted at the door by his Russian Blue cat named Atticus and a tea-stained letter on his mailbox.

Dr. Spencer Reid, I must admit that receiving a letter addressed to my godfather was surprising, I fully apologize for opening and reading your letter, I assumed you meant for no one to read it. Have you ever been to my godfather Jason’s cabin? If you have, then you must know that there is a small town that is 15 miles away. I went there earlier today and down the block from the main road there is a small antique shop. I stopped and entered, always curious about the stories that old items have, who owned them? Were they special to them or just small trinkets, why did the owner sell them? All these questions. No answers. Anyways, there was a box filled with old drawings and photographs. 25 cents each and I couldn't help but buy some because they all reminded me of you. You must think I'm insane for saying that something reminded me of you when we have never met, so please don’t profile that too much, anyways, these photographs had me imagining things. It's crazy. Heck, I don’t even know anything about you. Yes, I could look it up but where's the fun in that? Is it crazy that I can’t help myself and imagine who you are? That I cannot help but think of all of these little scenarios making a film about your life. I’ve been rambling too much about nonsense so take care Dr. Reid. - Hope you stay safe Y/N

Reid read and re-read the surprise letter. Atticus on his lap sleeping. Goddaughter, why couldn't he recall Gideon ever mentioning a goddaughter. Who was she? Based on the letter she rambled…a lot and got excited about the most random things. Reid let out a soft giggle startling Atticus. “I think…I think I want to write another letter, Atticus. She seems fun to talk to, don't you think?”

Silence. That is all she heard for three long weeks cursing herself for responding to his letter the way that she did. He must’ve thought she was nothing but a foolish petulant child with her dreaming and fantasizing about different worlds and what ifs. Just as she was wondering if she should write another letter apologizing she heard the unmistakable sound of papers being thrown into the mail slot. “Thank you!” she shouted through the door to the mailman. One coffee-stained envelope standing out over the spam ads she got.

Dear Y/N, I must admit writing a letter to you seems a bit strange so please bear with me if I seem awkward, I promise I am working on it. Shit I spilled some coffee on the paper, hopefully its not that noticeable. Who am I kidding of course it will be noticeable. Well I am hoping you like coffee smells. Ms. Y/N I hope that the letter I sent you did not cause you any more grief, and please feel free to…how did you put it? “ramble much about nonsense” to me at any time. I thought it was cute. Well now I am thankful you cannot see the blush I have because Derek is sure making fun of me at the moment. I’m sorry that it seems like forever since you last replied to me but the case we had was taking a toll on me and I couldn’t seem to taint your sunshineness with the darkness of the case. I just wanted to let you know that the way you make time disappear everytime i re-read your letter brings me calmness, and brings me hope that maybe someday we could become friends. Please always continue telling me about the little what if scenarios that help you make my life seem more interesting than it is. I find it adorably cute that you do these things. Now I can’t help but wonder if you will think I am just a boring old man that sits in the corner of a dark room– I promise I am not. Anyways, a little about myself I have a cat named Atticus, I enjoy stimulating my brain by learning new things which is how I got three Phds. You can always find me with coffee and a good book and—fucking hell I sound boring as fuck and you give off the impression of being this magnetic carefree beautiful person. Great, now I am overthinking everything I have said so far – everyone knows that afterall i am a specialist at doing so. Thats all for now Sincerely, Spencer Reid.

She couldn’t help but giggle. All throughout the letter Spencer sounded just like the type of person that she would love to get to know further. Someone that in another life would be considered a tortured poet, living amongst the rest of them in the peacefulness of the lakes, someone that would be rubbing elbows with Wordsworth and Austen. As she re-read the letter she was trying to ignore the blush that spread across her cheeks at Spencer using the word cute in reference to her. One thing was certain that she would be holding on to her pen-pal because for some reason he made her feel a way no other person was able to do.

It had been two months since the initial letter that started this newfound friendship Spencer found himself in. The only thing that has kept him going were the weekly letters that Y/N has been sending him. They’re weekly letters always bringing a smile to his face and giving him the necessary “push” in between cases. This new letter brought an even bigger smile to his face and the sudden urge to finally drive up to that cabin and meet the person that has been holding his mind captive all day.

Dear Spencer, How is Atticus doing? I know you were planning on adopting a kitten to keep Atticus company while you are away. May I suggest a cute little white cat? Or a ginger cat? Maybe one named Arlo or Agatha or something old literature sounding. How have you been? Are the headaches gone? Today I went down to the small village that is close by and there is this new coffee place and I couldn’t help but think about how much you would like it. Would you be interested in ever meeting me there? Keeping this one short and sweet because i did kinda sorta just ask you out and anxiety is at an all time high - Y/N

There was one thing that Spencer learned that night and that was that for the first time in years he allowed himself to hope that maybe just maybe the person he was falling for was falling right alongside him.

Girls night. Oh how she missed her friends ever since moving into the cabin. It had taken a lot of convincing but she had finally managed to get her friends up for the weekend. In the middle of drinks she started gushing about Spencer and their friendship. She was telling her friends about the cute pen-pal she had and how she had taken the leap to ask him out. “Ha. What a loser do you really think that and FBI agent will take the time to come and meet someone as boring as you?” Her so-called best friend Lindsey had said, her words ringing in her ear drink after drink. How could she be so foolish thinking that a guy as smart as Spencer would ever confess his love to her. It had been a cold reminder that she was not the exception, that after years of this happening she had not learned her lesson that fairy tale endings did not happen to girls like her. So, for the first time in the two months they had been communicating instead of answering his letter she burned it, eventually leaving him at the coffee house waiting, glued to his chair instead of meeting her for the first time. The following week the first of many daily letters arrived in which he kept asking her why.

Dear Y/N, Did I do something wrong? Did you move on? Help me because in my mind I'm still at that coffee shop collecting dust wondering where you are, wondering why you didn’t show up. If you ever think you may have got it wrong and want to meet, I will be at that coffee shop every Friday at 7 waiting for my sunshine to show up. Yours truly, Spencer

Three weeks. It had been three long weeks since he had heard from her, so he decided to take the initiative and for the first time since Gideon’s death he used the key he had left him. The drive to the cabin was filled with anxious thoughts. Would she be happy to see him? Did she meet someone while they were writing letters?

Walking into the cabin he could smell something baking and the unmistaken sound of laughter coming from the small kitchen, making his way around the cabin he caught a glimpse of her dancing around the kitchen, “wow you are even more beautiful than I ever thought.” he said catching her off guard. “Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?” she yelled “Oh–i–right yeah i – Spen–Rei–Doctor” he let out a puff of air, “Hi, I’m Spencer Reid. Gideon actually gave me a key to this place.” he smiled softly as crimson crept across her face. “Oh, hi wh–a–what are you doing here?” “I was worried about you” he mumbled

“Oh” In any other situation awkward silence would have followed but not between them, instead fits of laughter happened. “I’m sorry I blew you off Spencer” taking a deep breath she continued, “its just… a friend reminded me that girls like me don’t get the cute guys” Taking a step close to her spencer began rubbing circles in her wrist with his thumb “Y/N whoever said that is not a friend. I fell for the personality that shined through the letters we exchanged, I couldn’t care less about what you looked like you were already perfect in my mind and now that I am seeing you I can confirm that you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met” They spend that whole weekend together, the days consisting of baking, stargazing and teaching Y/N how to play chess and nights filled with cuddles, kissing and watching movies together.

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boydepartment · 3 months

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still into you- nishimura riki x reader

a/n: THIS WAS REQUESTED BY ONE OF MY ANONS HERE!

request: now months later reader's in the practice room, late at night on the floor, catching their breath while the music plays in the background softly. it was then when Ni-Ki slams open the door not expecting anyone to be there and their eyes meet through the reflection of the mirror dance rooms have

warnings- none tbh :3 just both of them being goofy

wc- 300-400

MASTERLIST

sprawling out on the practice room floor was like clockwork to you. especially after a long day of dancing and cardio.

it helped to keep you distracted too, your work was everything to you. it helped fill a void that you didn’t even want to think about right now.

you stretched out hearing a couple pops, laughing to yourself before flipping on your stomach to go on your phone.

frowning when you turned it on it was a wallpaper of you and your ex. you really need to delete it, it was still in the wallpaper album that changes it every hour.

it was just a reminder of the void, you weren’t even mad at him anymore. you missed him and wished you had communicated with him more. it’s one of your biggest regrets…

sighing you opened tiktok so you could have your break. your music from your ipad connected to the speakers playing softly in the background. ironically enough still into you by paramore was playing.

you were about to like a video when the door slammed open, scaring you so bad you jumped back.

“GO AWAY IM ABOUT TO PRACTICE!” the boy laughed before walking in, not even taking in your presence as he was looking down at his phone.

for a split second you took in his appearance now. it changed a lot, he looked like he bulked up, his hair was cut shorter, WAS THAT A TATTOO ON HIS FOREARM?

you blinked and he finally looked up at you, “oh.”

oh? that’s all he was gonna say to you? OH? after months of not talking… OH???

“um.” you quickly got up, grabbing your ipad, phone, and hoodie, “you can have the room haha it’s fine anyways-“

“wait no…” riki quickly ran to the door and blocked it, as you were making a beeline to the exit.

you looked up at him, your stuff pooling out of your hands, “get out of my way!”

“no!”

“what the hell!” you started to laugh, “you can have the practice room! let me go!”

“no!” riki said again, now using his arms and legs to block the door, “please don’t leave i really- i just-“

you set your stuff down by your feet, “you need to what? finally explain yourself, apologize for being a dick?”

riki was about to talk, “i-“ he put his hand up, “yeah…”

“little late for that.” you went to pick up your stuff again and you saw him trying to look through his brain for anything. his body slumping against the door now.

part of you felt kinda bad. the breakup was a little messy, him being busy, him not being able to tell you that he loves you, you both being a little short tempered. it just wasn’t the right time for either of you. you didn’t hold bad blood or anything. it was just awkward

you grabbed your stuff properly this time, “okay, move. it’s not funny or cute anymore.”

“anymore? you thought it was funny and cute before?” he put his hands and legs almost in a starfish position again against the door. grinning with that all too familiar mischievous smile of his.

“riki! i’m serious! i’ve been practicing forever, i smell bad and i need to get food!” you tried to move past him. you couldn’t help the small giggles escaping you.

“no! i can’t! i need to tell you that im in love with you still and im sorry i didn’t say it before because i was scared to!” at this point he was word vomiting.

you looked up at him, “you are?”

riki’s eyes were still closed, he nodded rapidly, the last nod he hit his head against the door. which left you falling over laughing.

riki looked horrified, did he just embarrass himself? what if you had another boyfriend already? or girlfriend? it’s been months.

“you’re so cute.”

oh…

his ears turned bright red as he watched you laughing on the floor. you looked up at him with that same sweet smile you had previous to your breakup. he sat down on the floor in front of you.

“i meant what i said…” he said as your laughter died down and you were left staring at eachother.

you smiled at him again, “i still love you.”

his eyes widened and he smiled back, “you do?”

“yes i do.”

he jumped up and did a little dance before grabbing your hands and lifting you up. hugging you and swinging you around.

“i love you so much i’m sorry i didn’t say it before. i really do love you.” he set you down, “even if you smell bad after practicing.”

you shoved his shoulder and riki laughed, “i’m kidding i’m kidding!”

you hugged him again, your arms shaking around his waist.

“can i come with you to eat dinner then?”

“as my boyfriend or my ex?” you mumbled. you felt his arms hold you back, his chin on your head.

“as your boyfriend obviously… if that’s okay…”

you smiled up at him, “yeah that’s okay, if you’re okay with me being stinky?”

he sighs dramatically and raises his eyebrows, “guess thats okay.”

you both start laughing before getting into a debate on what to eat together.

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orpiknight · 10 months

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OrpiKnight's FAQ FAQ

For the Neil Gaiman Tumblr FAQ

GO S3 was announced! Will you be updating the FAQ still? Yep! :)

--- Who? Vel (blog OrpiKnight)

Why? I'm excited about Good Omens 2, I was looking through the Asks on Neil Gaiman's blog anyway, and I like having a constructive outlet when I'm going through so much information. And there were a lot of repeat questions. I mainly made it for me and my friends for reference, but then decided to go ahead and throw it out into the Tumblr void, too.

Will you be actively updating it with new questions/answers? Maybe. Wait and see. (Edit: Yes. I can't seem to stop myself.) *When I update things, I usually put the new questions at the bottom of their section, even if they might fit next to something else in it better. This is just to make new ones easier to find. Later on I might reorganize them.

Can you put it in a Tumblr post? No. It's too much information, it can hang out on docs (which is 30+ pages). I'm pretty sure I would hit a word limit if I put it on here. Or break my dash. Or accidentally delete it. *You don't need a Google account to access it. I have tested this signed out on non-Chrome browsers. (I use Firefox btw)

You missed some Asks. Yeah... there is no way I could get all of them. I had to draw the line somewhere.

Some of the questions are strange. Don't I know it. Edit: But I do like to put in all sorts of questions. Sometimes there are things that don't even occur to me to ask that Neil says he gets constant questions about (like the ice cream/ice lolly). Sometimes there are things that I don't realize need clarifying (like "two consenting bicycle repairmen"). One person can ask a creatively specific question that other people are quietly wondering about. I also like the funny ones.

I found an error (typo/link not going to where it's supposed to/accidentally wrong info/etc.)?

But seriously, it's okay to message me to let me know. It's very helpful.

Can I have shared editing access to your document? No.

About the fanfiction thing... Please end my suffering. (And Neil Gaiman's) Edit: I should probably clarify that I do like fanfiction.

I have personal opinions. Please be nice to me.

Can you add or change this, that, or whatever? I work irl, am usually tired, and don't have much time to constantly edit every little thing. Unless you're Neil Gaiman himself asking, it's likely I'm just going to leave it how I organized it. And I mean that in the politest way possible. Speaking of, if you would like to help me out at all with things like bills, medical costs, and food— here's my: Venmo: @ajgvel Ko-fi page

It's not expected of course. Regardless, much love to everyone, and thanks for making a space where we can all have fun together about something we enjoy. ♡

Find me on Bluesky: OrpiKnight

#good omens faq #Neil Gaiman faq #OrpiKnight #okv

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finemeal · 3 months

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AO3 Etiquette

Alright, y’all, you already know what I’m about to say. But go ahead get some water, something to eat, take your meds, and whatever else you need to do as I go into this. Ready? Good.

I’ve seen far too many users on AO3 being rude and saying things that I’m not even sure they understand is rude.

If you’ve done these things, don’t sweat it too much. As long as you learn and do better, that’s what’s important. I don’t wanna make anyone feel bad, but I want to make y’all AWARE.

So let’s talk about some basic etiquette for interacting on AO3.

(Disclaimer: not every AO3 author is going to agree. Some are okay with some of these things, some aren’t. Let’s just play on the safe side yeah?)

Comment Etiquette

Listen, we’ve all left comments on fics we like. But here’s the thing, some of us don’t realize what comments are rude or not.

Comments that pass the vibe check:

Hearts

Something you liked about the story

Saying you enjoyed the story

Excited to see more from an author (not demanding an update, not asking for more, just genuine excitement for whatever the author has in store)

Anything that is genuinely nice

Theories on what you think will happen (not necessarily what you want or hope happens)

Comments that do not pass the vibe check:

DEMANDING an update

Treating fic authors like content pumps and not real people who do this in their free time

Critiquing the story

Saying how they should’ve written something different

Constructive criticism that the author did NOT ask for

Saying things that are purposefully antagonistic

Trolling

Anything that if someone said to you about something you worked hard on you would think was rude

Dogging on how a character was written

Comments that are WILDLY different from the tone of the story (i.e leaving a graphically violent comment on a story that does not feature graphic violence)

Any mention on how long it’s been since they’ve updated — you’re gonna make your wait longer

This one is more of a personal ick but any “want to see” comments, specifically on one-shots (I want you to enjoy what I’ve written, not talk about stories you hope I’ll write — unless author says that they specifically want those comments)

Honestly there’s so many comments that do not pass the vibe check I can’t even list them all. But I listed a BUNCH so, general rule of thumb is: If you’re not sure it’s rude, reach out to a friend and ask. Also, you can ask for people in the comment section to vibe check you if you’re unsure. And? If you know it’s rude and say it anyway, you’re an asshole.

ALSO: author’s will read your comments! They may not respond, but 9/10 author’s will read the comment so remember that you’re not posting into the void. And? People will call you out if you’re being rude. Don’t double down. Apologize, delete comment, move on.

Author’s talk, we will block you if you’re a raging asshole cuz we don’t need that kinda energy in our fics. And, sometimes we’ll turn off anon commenters cuz if you’re going to continue to be an asshole, and can’t even say it to our face, you din’t deserve to comment.

Bookmark Etiquette

This one is prolly gonna get a lot of people riled up and I simply don’t care. If you disagree, that’s fine, just know as an author and friends with other AO3 author’s we consider these sorts of things rude.

Bookmarks that pass the vibe check:

No comment

A nice comment with the bookmark

Private bookmarks (no matter what it’s tagged/commented with)

Nice/neutral tags

A note to self about where you left off

Bookmarks that do not pass the vibe check:

Anything rude for the comment/tag section of a bookmark — unsure what’s rude? See comment section above

Ranking the fic (see this way more often in bookmarks than anywhere else)

Unread bookmarks (not always a fail, it’s just weird? You can mark for later, why are you bookmarking my story without reading it?)

If your bookmark is private? It doesn’t matter how you tag/note it/whatever. But if it’s public? Author’s will sometimes go look at bookmarks because people will leave nice little comments that make us feel good. If you say something mean we can’t even delete it. But I can guarantee we’ll block you!

Yes, bookmarks are for the reader, but just because you didn’t intend for an author to see what you said doesn’t make it any less mean. If it’s public: shame on you. Make a bookmark that’s mean in private, then I won’t care.

Conclusion

Don’t be mean. If you don’t like a story, you don’t have to say anything. It takes more time to leave a nasty comment or bookmark something in a mean way than it does to just back out of the fic. I get it, you don’t like the fic. I don’t like every fic I read. You know what we do? We use the back button.

We’re all people, we all have lives and things going on. Just know 2024 is the year I’m no longer replying to nasty comments. I’m deleting them, blocking if I want to, and moving on.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Again, this post has a very aggressive tone because I’m sick of seeing mean comments on my friend’s fics. Will this stop those comments? No, but I hope it lessens them.

This truly is just about educating people. If you have any questions, anything you want to add. Feel free, pop off monarchs.

#ao3 #writer #etiquette #etiquette fails #psa #rant #please just do better

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fanyyy444 · 2 months

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Disgusting how people hated on me because of that perfect nose affirmations post I made months ago(I think it was when I had just created my blog, so I was trying to get more popular etc.), a lot of people started reblogging the post saying mean things and I had to delete it later because of the hate I was receiving..

I hate with my whole existence people who criticize, judge, spread fake info, etc. About manifestation/loa, subliminals, witchcraft, void state, etc etc. Just go fuck yourself please, thanks💖💖

(Yeah I know witchcraft doesn't have nothing to do with loa AT ALL but I still put it for some reason).

The affirmations I wrote in the post were REALLY forced, detailed, strong and all that, because I actually made them so people could use them on their subliminals(My subliminals always have been so freaking powerful cause of my extremely forced and detailed affs💋💅🏻)

Yeah we can call it ug or toxic but actually these type of subs always "work better"(All subliminals work and they work INSTANTLY, all depends on your mindset tbh, every subliminal I listen to works literally instantly for me because I've always had that mindset that I have really fast results, and yes I do have💖) Btw, many people prefer to listen to ug/toxic subliminals because they're extremely detailed(In general), and for me it is better to listen to detailed subs rather than simple subs that doesn't even repeat multiple times(So they can literally stick in our subconscious) and they're just like "My nose is perfect, my nose is small, my nose is beautiful" etc. Hardwork always bring better results, I'm definitely by ug and toxic subs side🫂

Soo..I may do another post with some affirmations for perfect nose again, but keep in mind that if they're EXTREMELY DETAILED AND FORCED AS ALWAYS, is because they're (Mainly) made for use in subliminal audios.

And please don't interact with the posts if you're just gonna criticize and judge manifestation, it's better if you just shut up and keep ur shitty opinions to urself🥰 Don't spreak fake info about manifestation, let's just create a better and kinder world🫂

Loa is real, manifestation is real, void state is real, subliminals DOES work and they must work INSTANTLY(Literally just change ur mindset and you could get ur results even without listening to the audios)

I'm always here if u're in need of new affs/aff methods for ur subs (I know many, and I use them on my audios and it's a fact that everyone gets fast results with them✨✨)

Always exaggerated as much as you can and want, you're limitless and your mind too.

+ You can get anything you want, just believe💖

Ug and toxic audios are the best🗣️🗣️

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casi-hir · 1 month

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imagine if demiurge down tess?????

also the cut has void because he’s using void to regenerate

and a certain void god had been letting him regenerate thinking he’s regenerating but really it’s him replacing his insides with void

just a silly headcannon that tess and 1x had a silly little connection before actually getting the void star

rambling under cut

whenever tess uses void magic and stuf there’ll be void surrounding him and his hands have permanently fading void on the ends

and that’s why he started using his cloak AAAA

just silly hc

also he has a move called power drain so maybe 1x using tess whenever he attacks to get other creature’s power and stuff

also the irony that he fought to get his void star and it was the thing that killed him in the end indirectly ykkk

ahhh probably this all was ooc but yk just rambling might delete later might not

also unrelated but for the ask posts, what the hell is dunking on???? is it the actual term the basketball one or methaporically pls i need it answered im so confused

#paper roblox #spr #super paper roblox #tess aract #tess aract spr #yes it’s valestrum

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 1 year

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Petals : Otona Blue

Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: anon, i accidentally deleted your request so i hope you find this ! "I would love to hear the backstory of why Yeosang calls her petal. I know it's because she played the love me/love me not game but can we see the whole scene??" yes, yes you can. i will take every change to write for these two. thsi took forever but i love it

"He loves me."

✫彡wordcount: 1.3k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡(ಡ‸ಡ)genre: yandere, hurt&comfort

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: NOT EDITED, overarching yandere behavior, age gap(19-23) (technically not together yet), small injuries, emotional manipulation, breaking & entering, destruction of property

Otona Blue tags: @thatswhywerefever @babiestarrcandy

main story: read it here! this takes place during that story and fills some time-void

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

He sits next to you slowly.

The hot summer breeze does little to comfort the stinging of your bleeding knees. You sit quietly and graze your hand over the freshly cut grass, looking up at the clouds with tear-blurred vision. Your jaw hurting to much to greet him.

His presence was welcome, comforting. Even as you were basked in silence and a tense aura.

He swivels sideways and sits cross-legged on the pavement next to you, his bag in his lap. He digs through it, pulling out a small first-aid kit.

You glance down at it and almost laugh. "You carry that around all the time?" Your voice is hoarse and raw, small from the way you keep your jaw clenched.

"Never know," he offers with a small smile, ripping open an alcohol wipe. He scoots forward and slowly inches his way to the wound. You push back his hair out of his eyes when the wind knocks it around.

You hiss as it comes in contact. Fingers wrapped around his wrist tightly, you give him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage. "We need to clean it. You get an infection." He pouts, holding it still flat against your knee as you stomp, grinding your teeth.

"It burns," you cry as his hand warms up the injury. You are tired beyond belief from the day you've had and the last pinch of pain is sending you spiraling.

"That just means it's working."

"Don't talk to me like a child!"

Both of you are taken back by your outburst, even more so by the way that you physically shove his hand away. You watch in pure horror as his face drops from the comforting, gentle Yeo that you know and are coming to love... into that distant and scary man that keeps all the bad things away. Only now, that scary face is directed to you. "Yeosan-"

He shoves the kit back in his bag and stands in a hurry, not sparing a single glance as he turns. You, in such a hurry, scarcely notice how he slows down at the sound of your wincing and give your time to catch up.

He keeps up the act as you snatch onto his backpack and try to slowly him down. "Yeosang, please! I'm sorry, it just hurt and I didn't mean to sh-"

He grabs your wrists as you come infront of him, pulling them close to his chest as he looks down at you. "You clearly don't want my help anymore, that's what I'm seeing. First, you let those bitches jump you. Then, you refuse my help. I don't kno-"

"Please, don't go." You sob, fisting his shirt where he cages your hands. "I- I'll let you clean them, I won't shove you again. I didn't mean to, just don't go."

He tuts his tongue, looking around at the attention your outburst is causing. Students all around the courtyard are throwing glances your way. And that doesn't bode well for what he has planned later tonight. He needs to stay under the radar.

"Fine. Stop crying," he says shortly, keeping up his fake anger long enough to make your heart hurt. Then, in the blink of an eye, he's back to being your Yeosang. He cups your face gently, avoiding your bruising jaw. He smiles as he thumbs away the tears he's caused. "Let's go get cleaned up somewhere else."

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He lifts you up to the tall cement flower bed and sets you down slowly. "Here," he hands over his sweater and sets it over your lap to cover your skirt before he squats down.

You busy your hand with the stem of a Butterfly Weed. Your tears have dried up on the short walk to the campus' greenhouse, but your heart still stings- as do your knees as he cautiously wipes up the dried blood and swipes over the cuts.

You snap the stem and bring it to your lap as you bite back the painful whimpers. You pick at the flower and think in your mind. He loves me. You toss it away and pluck another. He loves me not.

You continue on the full flower until he places a large bandage on either of your knees and takes it slowly. "What are you doing? Picking petals?"

"Yeah," you shrug. He chuckles, plucking one off the still full stem. "It's supposed to be like... a fate thing. You back and forth between to options and the last petal is supposed to tell you which is true, or which is better. Does that make sense?"

"Seems silly, but it makes sense." He hands it over and asks, "what are you asking them?" He smirks at the way you pause. He knows the main purpose of this little fortune telling game.

"If I should attack Un Ji with a sock of frozen butter." That's the first thing that comes to your mind, and you laugh at your own brain. He busts out giggling, covering his face as he bends down in laughter. He holds onto your sneaker with his other hand, balancing himself as you both laugh loudly. "What?" You gasp between chuckles, holding the edge of the cement.

"I did not expect that from you."

"What? You're saying your not down?" You ask sarcastically. Of course you would never attack someone, let alone with a sock full of frozen butter. But Yeosang would. And you've got him all fired up for his plan.

He brushes it off with a small laugh, "pick up those petals, Petal."

You flush at the nickname, brushing the petals off his jacket and standing carefully. "You gonna drive me home?"

"Don't I always?"

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You step out onto the porch. Feet padded only by socks as you venture onto the dewy grass in your pajamas.

He slides out of his car. Boots tapping on the concrete road as he sneaks closer to the silent house.

It's dark out.

You never got to finish your game.

He needs to get revenge.

It's chilly.

He acts so strangely towards you. Does he even care for you like he says he does?

You're so precious to him. That bitch Un Ji should pay for how she's hurt you.

The leaves rustle in the trees all around.

You turn into your small garden just below your window. You pluck up a dying Azalea.

He slips into the back door. He knows nobody is home, but he's still stealthy.

The moon watches over you from both sides of town.

Yours hands shake lightly as you begin.

His hands are steady as he carries the tied up sock.

It tries to tell you stories of lovers just like you.

The petal floats to the dirt.

The rock solid weapon smashes into the picture frames on the wall.

It tries, but it has no words that reach you.

Another, lands on your foot. You giggle and kick it away.

He brings it down onto the coffee table and breaks it in half. He screams.

It has so many warnings that fall onto deaf ears of its love-struck children.

"He loves me."

"Bitch!"

It tells you that Yeosang is dangerous.

You twist it off and blow it from your fingertips.

He swings his arm back and lets the makeshift weapon collide with the large television.

It tells him that his love is festering.

The second to last petal.

He kicks open the bathroom door.

It tries.

You place it between your index and thumb.

He holds the lipstick he finds between his index and thumb.

It really does.

The last petal is left alone on the stem.

He scribbles profanities on the mirror.

But alas...

"He loves me."

"Anything for you, Petal..."

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#kang yeosang #yeosang #ateez yeosang #yandere yeosang #yeosang x reader #ateez #yandere ateez #yandere fic

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firenati0n · 4 months

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gonna sneaky delete this later but it's 5:30am and i am feeling completely fucking insane. self-deprecating rambly bullshit under the cut. if anyone has any advice don't hesitate to reach out over dm or message or whatever. just know this is not who I am normally like?? Just a little blip.

I keep feeling super weird and terrible about my general sense of self/worth and writing and it's made worse by twitter/tumblr/ao3 metrics bullshit. And I try so hard not to think about these things.

I'm not jealous of successful writers (new or legacy) AT ALL because I want everyone to get love and accolades and kudos! There is room for everyone and fandom is gorgeous bc everyone is included.

I was writing proposal au today and feeling super off and thought "maybe i should go back and read my fic on ao3 to remind myself I'm decent" and then I did that and almost deleted the whole thing thinking about my own mediocrity. I hate feeling this way. I hate that i put so much of my self worth and self image into what others say about or to me.

i instead channel it completely inward into the strongest form of self-loathing. Like why would anyone want to hear what i have to say? Or read anything I write? when there's so much gorgeous prose out there and beautiful smut and hilarious crack and sweet fluff and like. What am i even doing amongst y'all. Why am I here.

I hate myself sometimes for wanting so much validation and craving community/support because i feel like i come off as annoying and desperate sometimes???? I just see what fics get rec'd and read and screamed about and I wonder if anything I write will ever measure up. And then I think "no probably not" and exit my doc to stare at the wall and loathe myself for a bit before refocusing and writing some more. Rinse and repeat. I wish I had just stayed in my lane sometimes.

The only person making this not fun is me! And I don't know why my brain won't let me just...Enjoy things!

Sorry for the heinous wall of word soup. I just kind of needed to scream into the void and hope that someone yells kindly back.

#sorry this is so fucking annoying of me like #i am a whole ass adult woman #i just hate the way i feel sometimes

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behindthewanderlust · 2 years

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Hello! You popped up on my feed and I see you don't seem to have any requests yet, so I decided to try and help fill the requests void a little bit! ♡

Could I get some headcanons for the band with an s/o who loves affection, but rarely initiates it because they don't wanna bother anyone so sometimes they just kinda sit somewhere quietly for a while until the band members figure out the deal is? Thanks in advance!

Thank you SO much for sending in my first request. I’m still learning how to write these four, so I apologize if it isn’t the best.

This came out later than I wanted. Tumblr deleted the post and I had to rewrite some things T-T

But it’s here! I apologize for the wait

Hope you enjoy!!

Possible trigger warning for mentions of anxiety

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Russel Hobbs

As much as he loves affection, Russ enjoys having his personal space

You knew this, and were afraid that your affection may be making him feel uncomfortable or annoyed

You started to withdraw from Russ in an attempt to make him more comfortable in your relationship. You initiating kisses, hugs, cuddle sessions, etc., was far and few in between

He's not the most clingy guy so he wouldn't notice your behavior at first.

He just assumed that you were just like him!

As time went on, though, he began to pick up on something that was going on

Always a firm believer in communication, Russ would sit you down and ask you why you've been initiating less and less, if he's done anything to make you uncomfortable, and all that jazz.

Once he found out your reasoning, he hugged you tight

He told you that his misses your affection

And that just because he isn't one who wants to be touched 24/7, it doesn't mean he doesn't want your affection at all

Reassures you that although he does enjoy time to himself, it doesn't mean you're annoying or bugging him in anyway!

The two of you came up with a plan to communicate better so a situation like this wouldn't pop up again

He'd make sure to tell you if he wasn't up for contact so you'd be less worried about bothering him

You also promised to come to him if you felt this way, instead of withdrawing

When you two finished talking, he invited you to grab a bite to eat :)

Probably the most clingy and affectionate out of all members

Bc of this, he'd pick up on what was going on quickly

May not know the exact reason for your withdrawal, but immediately notices you doing it

Confusion pops up first, followed by anxiety

He thought your relationship was going pretty well..?

He began to wonder if you weren't feeling well

Or if you weren't in the mood for physical touch

Or if you had been tired recently

Or if he did something to make you upset

Or if you didn't like holding him anymore

Or if you fell out of love with him

Or if-

Okay okay I'll stop but the point is, 2D does nothing but overthink the situation

He'd probably (unknowingly) start to initiate less and less himself!

Which would probably leave you confused

Now you're both confused and overthinking messes

You'd probably be the one who starts the conversation

Asking him why he's been looking so anxious and deep in thought recently

And then he just spills

Asking if he did something to make you upset

Why you've withdrawn from him

If you still even love him

And you immediately feel bad because you withdrew initiation because you didn't want to be a bother

And now he's upset!

It felt like a complete and total backfire on your end

You explained to him that you didn't want to bother him, so you started to initiate contact less

And he just looks at you like "WHAT???"

You already know how affectionate 2D is, so he's quick to knock those thoughts out your head

He just latches onto you and doesn't want to let go

He loves holding you

He loves when you hold him

He makes sure to repeat this over and over to you

He doesn't want you feeling like you're a bother

He needs you and your affection

Noodle

I hc her to be extremely observant

I feel like you have to be if you grew up the way she did

So l'd imagine she'd be the quickest out of all the members to catch on to what you were doing

And why you were doing it

She just didn't know how to bring it up without sounding confrontational

It was a conversation topic she did have to sit on for a few days

She did feel more and more lonely each day she didn't talk to you about what was going on

Noodle missed the hugs and cuddles :(

Don't get me wrong, she still gave you her love and affection, it just didn't feel right without you doing the same

She decided to talk to you during one of your movie nights

You had sat on the opposite side of the couch instead of sitting next to her like you usually do

So Noodle walked over to sit next to you

She told you she's noticed you initiating less contact

And that she assumes why you're doing it

And you confirm her assumptions - you don't want to be bother

Her face softened when she found out she was right

She felt awful knowing you were afraid of bothering her

The whole conversation was basically Noodle asking you questions

How long have you felt this way?

Was there anything I did or said to make you feel like you were a bother?

Why didn't you come to me about this earlier?

Bare with her, she hates seeing you feel this way

You answered all her questions thoroughly, apologizing for withdrawing

She asked for you to communicate with her more and come to her when you feel like this, which you agreed to

You asked her for some cuddles while you watched your movie and Noodle agreed, suddenly remembering that it was your movie night Imao

Murdoc Niccals

Murdoc isn’t the most affectionate guy

It just something he wasn’t used to

So you’re the one who initiated most of sfw contact

You learned that he didn’t like being affectionate in front of the band

So contact was mostly kept in his room or in the Winnebago

He found out he liked cuddling. He liked when you played with his hair

But he wouldn’t initiate it, that was on you

He would sometimes drop hints that he wanted to be hugged and you would pick up on it

He was finally comfortable enough to hold your hand

And he’d sometimes ask you to sit next to him while he played his bass

Since you mostly initiated, Murdoc noticed when you started to withdraw from him

Cue the internal panic

He hasn’t had many good things in life

Your relationship is probably his first serious one

And he’s afraid of fucking it all up

Not one to beat around the bush, he’s quick to confront you

He asks you not to leave him

And you’re like, “what makes you think I’m leaving??”

You’re told that you’ve been withdrawing a lot, so he assumed you were done with him

You tell Murdoc that you aren’t leaving, you just initiated less because you didn’t want to bother him

He has this “ohhhh” moment or realization

He appreciates you not wanting to make him uncomfortable

But he still misses you

He told you that he’s fine with being touched

And that he wouldn’t mind you doing it again

In fact, he wishes things would go back the they way they were

You picked up on the fact he was trying to say he missed your affection without directly saying it

You apologized for withdrawing and he accepted it, you only had good intentions

He told you that he’d try to be more affectionate

And you said you’d do the same

It did take some time for things to go back to the way they used to be though

You still had the lingering feeling that you were bothering him, despite knowing that wasn’t the case

And it took him some time to be more affectionate but he did put the work in

The two of you appreciated the effort the other was putting in

The day he asked you to cuddle with him is what made all the work worth it

It was like you both reached a new step in your relationship

It definitely took some time, but you both got there with enough determination <3

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That’s it for my first request! I hope it was good! Writing this was definitely a challenge, but it was a welcome one <3

Again, thanks for sending the request in!

#2d gorillaz #gorillaz fanfiction #murdoc gorillaz #murdoc niccals #noodle gorillaz #russel gorillaz #russel hobbs #2d x reader #murdoc x reader #russel hobbs x reader #noodle x reader #gorillaz fanfic #gorillaz headcanons

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