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katskitoshi · 9 months

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"W-WAIT, YOU'RE NOT A BOY?" with TWISTED WONDERLAND

synopsis: he's gotten to the point where he thinks he knows everything about you, until you (accidentally) spring on him that you're not even a guy.

characters: riddle, trey, cater, ace, deuce, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, epel, idia, ortho, malleus, lilia, silver, & sebek x fem! reader

includes: mutual crush relationships (everyone -ortho), cursing, mentions panties and bras, slightly suggestive in some parts.

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if not for an unbirthday party where you needed an outfit that accommodated your body more, riddle rosehearts would have never noticed unless you outwardly told him. only now did he realize your more feminine features, and he turns as red as his hair. after realizing, he does treat you slightly more respectful because he was raised to treat women respectfully. besides being more respectful, flustered, and in love with you, not much changed in you two's friendship.

trey clover would have found out sooner or later even if his hand never touched your bra on accident while tying your apron. he straight up asks if you're a girl, and when you tell him you are he acts surprised and flustered. honestly, not much changes. he acts the exact same but gets slightly more protective of you.

when cater diamond found out over magicam that you were a a girl, he nearly died. he just though you were one of the guys that were more naturally feminine, only to find out you're actually a female. honestly, he's not mad. he still loves you! he'll help you keep it a secret if you wish, but if you don't want to, there probably won't be a student in the school who doesn't know you're a girl. but don't worry, he'll keep all those icky pervs away!

okay, okay. because he's a little shit, he wanted to prank you and it just happened to involve you dressing yourself. so ace trappola waited until he knew you were changing to barge into your room, only to be face to face with you in just a bra and panties. he screams, like a girl, more girly than you, and rushed out the dorm with his face red. the next day is awkward, but at least he knows his crush is a girl, and that you have a really cute body under the clothes that convinces others you're a boy.

it's just so strange, the feelings deuce spade has. he even calls his mom and tells her all about his little crush. but by the way he was describing you, ms. spade didn't think you were a guy. so deuce builds up the courage to ask you if you're actually a guy. to his surprise when you tell him you're not, he dies of embarrassment. queue delinquent deuce whenever someone makes some pervy comment (or generally speaks) to you.

honestly, leona kingscholar probably knew already. he could probably sense or smell the female hormones on your or something. i don't know, all i know is that leona knows. he doesn't really have to ask or anything. he just knows. and you think he knows because he treats you better than any other male in the school. his attitude towards you doesn't ever really change but he's definitely flirty with you.

ruggie bucchi is in the same boat is leona. they both can just tell you're not a guy. however, he fears you. male hyenas usually listen to their female counterpart, so ruggie usually just listens. however, when he realizes he has control and that you aren't a threat, he's definitely becomes more friendly around you. no matter how much he fears you, his crush never ever leaves.

i won't lie, but every person in savanaclaw probably knows you're a girl. jack howl included. he won't make it painfully obvious that he knows but he definitely lets you know subtly know he knows. he shows you great amounts of respect and sometimes can't help but feel absolutely vile for thinking of you in some... not so respectful ways.

look, you're gonna give the poor octopus a heart attack once he finds out! you're filling out a contract and you inform azul ashengrotto that you're a girl and ask for certain things to be changed. he simply dies on the spot from shock and is a blushy little octopus. he thinks of using you to convince more people to the monstro lounge, but he can't do that to his crush!

just as expected, jade leech finds out rather quickly. one walk in the forrest on a hot day and a crop top with some sweat soaking through was enough to spill the beans. of course he had his suspicions, but you confirmed them for him! he finds you somehow cuter with your secret revealed. don't worry, your secret is safe with him!

floyd leech always thought you were just so cute! so, he just has to squeeze you to show you his love, right? when he squeezed you, he felt something push against him. he realized what he felt was what all the female merfolk had. "oh, shrimpy! you have boobs!" and he enjoys squeezing your boobs more than you. it doesn't matter if they're big or small, he just can't stop squeezing them!

this shouldn't come as a surprise, but it takes kalim al-asim a long time to find out. i mean, he can quite literally see you naked and be like "wow! you're very female-bodied for a guy!" of course, he didn't find out that way, but he could have. he actually found out by spilling water on you and seeing your bra. anyways, he's surprisingly calm about it. he still treats you like a friend that he has an obvious crush on, so yeah!

jamil viper is surprisingly shocked at what he found out. a little cooking mishap caused you to take off your oversized hoodie and make jamil realize your more... feminine features on your upper body. of course, he's a lot more over protective of you, and oh! he just can't stop staring! he tries his best, but his crush is just a bit more apparent!

he had always had his suspicions. vil schoenheit always thought your more feminine appearance had been more than some accidental blessing. apparently, he was proven right when on a shopping spree he got a little look of your breasts while trying on some clothes. he'll bring you all sorts of clothes that he thinks will suit you, enjoying getting to see you try on the clothes. you can tell he knows your little secret by the more.. risky.. clothes, if you can even call them that, he requests you in.

rook hunt knew from the first second he saw you. you come into night raven and expect not to be observed by the hunter? how cute. he gets actual confirmation when he was watching you change one night. of course he looked away while you were naked (maybe not), but he saw your bra and completely knew. the next day, he obviously hugged you more to try and egg you on that he knows (and feel you), but don't worry, it doesn't take to long to find out.

okay, so epel felmier though you two were on the same boat. two really pretty men cursed by genetics somehow. but, after he takes you on a magic wheel ride and feels you against him, he realizes he is alone. he's obviously flustered but he feels more manly somehow? he protects you and comes off as manly as possible. surely other guys will see how manly he is if his crush, and the only girl on campus, sees it, right?

when idia shroud found out, he was more than surprised and honestly didn't even think he could face you ever again! with a bit of convincing from his dear little brother, he could face you again. although with pink tinted hair and a red face, he'll still see you! how did he find out exactly? well, he accidentally touched you boob when aiming to punch your shoulder after a won game.

(platonic) a simple body scan gave ortho shroud the answers he needed. ortho is the biggest idia x [name] shipper on the planet! he'll call you 'big sister', and probably lock you in a room with idia if it'll help speed up the love-i-fication process. eventually he'll break the news to his brother, but he loves playing the waiting game with him. is idia getting any closer to finding out? no- wait, yes, wait-!

malleus draconia is an intelligent man. however, to crack this mystery, he'll need every clue and sign laid before him. once he pieces the picture together, he still might need to to clarify that you are in fact a woman. and don't forget, malleus is a gentleman. he'll treat you with love and respect as he courts you, beds you, and makes you his queen.

at some age, you just realize what everyone is, y'know? lilia vanrouge just knows that you're a girl. it probably started out at a gut feeling that ended up true. and maybe he'll let you know that he knows by giving you a cutely wrapped box of matching black and pink panty and bra set! maybe with a rose and a note that says 'be my girl?'

sleepyhead silver realizes completely by accident when he just wanted to lay on your shoulder. next thing you know, you've pulled his head to your thighs and when he tries to look up, he's meet with a new type of pillow. he's conflicted between staying awake or going to sleep upon this newfound discovery. either way, don't think that his sleepiness will prevent him from wanting to be as knightly as possible for you.

sebek zigvolt accidentally unhooks your bra when trying to fix your posture. it's an awkward moment and sebek is surprisingly quiet when he asks you your gender. his loudness returns as he begins yelling about how informal he's been to you. as a servant of his dear master malleus, he promises to treat you with the utmost respect!

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), DUBCON, dark themes, monster fucking, cunnilingus, fingering f receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex, mild anal play f receiving, dirty talking, degradation, squirting, crying, pussy slapping, spanking, face slapping, creampie, praise kink, biting, blood play, blood kink, no aftercare.

Word Count | 3.7k

A/N | just a lil something since it's halloween, it's only fair we delve into something a bit spooky and out of the ordinary. can't lie i've mortified myself this time but i'm so into it.

"Where have you been all my life?" A figure slides up beside you where you stand at the drinks table, cup in hand filled with some gross 'Halloween Punch' that Harrington had promised tasted good (it didn't), some shitty Blondie tune playing loud in the background, mostly drowned out by the rowdy noise of the party.

You turn your head to glance at said figure, to find Eddie Munson standing there with a smirk on his red stained lips. He's a vampire (you think?), albeit a fantastic one. You had to admit his costume was great as you drank in his appearance. He really had gone all out, red horns poking out from beneath his bangs, large black bat wings fanned out across his back, fingers dusted charcoal and he'd even gone to the trouble of sticking on impossibly long talon-like nails.

His actual outfit could be considered normal, a black button down silk shirt on his torso, two buttons open to reveal a chain dangling from his neck, what looked to be fake bite marks chomped into the surrounding skin. A simple pair of ripped jeans and white trainers to finish the look off, but you could forgive him for the lack of detail in the actual clothes with how good his prosthetics were.

"What are you supposed to be?" You ask, furrowed brows as you brush your hand out to touch his wings, feeling the soft, leathery texture under your fingertips. It feels expensive, which was weird because you were so sure Eddie was dirt poor. Maybe you were wrong.

"I suppose you could call me a vampire-bat hybrid?" Eddie smirks, and you bite your glossy red lip when you see the two crystal white fangs sparkle in the light. Fangs had always done it for you, really, there was something about vampires that got you all hot and bothered.

"Looks good," You say eventually, voice strained as you bring your cup up to your mouth and swig a little of the absolutely vile concoction. You screw your face up in disgust as you swallow, trying to ignore the way the liquid almost comes back up as fast as it goes down.

Eddie crowds into your space, leaning over you to grab a bottle of Bud sat just inches from where you were. Your breath hitches at the feeling of him so close to you, his scent and the cold coming from his body enough to make you feel dizzy.

There was something off about him that you couldn't quite pinpoint. You admittedly hadn't seen Eddie Munson since you graduated in '84 and left Hawkins rather abruptly to study across the country. But you remembered him being a little warmer than this, a little shyer, a little more human.

You stand there awkwardly for a moment longer before excusing yourself to the bathroom, feigning that you needed to rearrange your costume - a party city zombie cheerleader outfit, not exactly enough to leave much to the imagination, and not really an outfit that needed fixing, but Eddie takes your word for it, and you bounce off without another word.

Knowing Steve well enough, you sneak into his room to use his own private bathroom, any party goers being schmucks and using the main bathroom that had a queue the size of Hawkins outside of it. You were surprised he wasn't in there himself with some girl, the room completely void of human life.

You give yourself a second, brushing out your skirt and pulling your ponytail tight. The costume wasn't a far cry from your days at Hawkins High, you were an it girl in those days after all. Not head cheerleader, but on the team - people had liked you more for other reasons.

You unclick the lock on the bathroom door, pulling it open to come face to face with the person you'd ran away from. You jump out of your skin a little, Eddie's face lit up with a little smirk at the reaction he elicits from you. You furrow your brows and shut the door behind you, making to leave without a word, but he won't let you.

It truly was dizzying being up this close to Eddie, his body crowding in on yours and backing you up against Steve's door, and you swear you see his wings curl in too but that could be from the one too many drinks you'd plied yourself with.

"Are you scared of me?" Eddie asks, picking up on the way your heart races and thuds loudly beneath your ribcage, making his fangs ache and his head cloudy with need to sink in and taste the wet, metallic gush of your blood.

"N-no," You stutter, head lulling to the side a little to invite him in, to let him nuzzle his nose in and smell you properly, which he does so gratefully, the pointed edges of his fangs sliding out to graze at your goosebump riddled skin, making you shiver, "does... does anybody know?"

Eddie huffs out a little laugh against your skin, fangs disappearing so he can press a sweet kiss to your neck, "Know what? Do you think there's something wrong with me?"

You gasp out loud at the feeling of Eddie's lips on you, the way his big hands come out to grasp at your hips and hold you in place, "I don't - I don't know, Eddie. You don't seem like yourself. You're not the guy I remember."

Your head is hazy, a mixture of alcohol and whatever weird spell Eddie was putting on you enough to have you confused and doubting yourself. Maybe you truly were just crazy and making this up in your drunk brain, but you were almost positive you knew what was going on here. It terrified you, and you wanted to back away, but it was like your feet were planted firmly in their place, glued down and rendering you unable to run.

Eddie smirks against your neck, hand running from your hip to brazenly slide under your skirt, and you can't help but notice his nails have somehow disappeared, soft pads of his fingers running along your clothed folds, "Your soaking wet pussy tells me you like this though, sweetheart. So wet you're drenching your panties for me."

You shiver, a moan escaping your lips as he moves your panties to the side, exposing your cunt to the cool air. His cold fingers expertly find your clit right away, rubbing it in slow, hard circles that have you mewling.

Your whole body feels like it's on fire, a sensation you've never felt as Eddie assaults your cunt with his fingertips, you're trapped in a trance that you can't pull yourself out of, all of your senses rushing with Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Your hands come out to grip at his hair, fingertips accidentally knocking one of his horns and he growls, snapping back from his place in your neck to stare you down with hard eyes, fingertips stuttering on your clit and suddenly he's slapping your cunt hard. You let out a shocked, high-pitched moan at the harsh sting vibrating through your folds and your bundle of nerves, leaving you in a cold sweat and your legs almost buckling.

"Hands to your fucking self, I'm in charge here." Eddie's voice is quiet, but his words come out so harsh and venomous that it frightens you, though your cunt clenches uncontrollably, like it has a mind of its own, "Go lie on the fucking bed and spread your legs like the whore you are."

You do it wordlessly and without question, your legs moving before your brain can comprehend it, like you're under a spell. At this point, you're wondering if you are, because the real you wasn't like this - she doesn't let herself be bossed around, she doesn't allow men to touch her without her say so. You know it's bad, yet you can't stop it, because it doesn't feel wrong in the way it should.

Steve's bed is big and plush, nothing less could be expected of him really, and you sink into it, propping yourself up on your elbows so you didn't feel so vulnerable, spreading your legs wide like Eddie commanded of you. He creeps towards you like a predator stalking his prey, his dark eyes almost black now and something behind them that you can't quite pinpoint.

In the dim light Eddie's skin appears to be flushed a deep red that almost looks supernatural, like he'd covered himself in oil paints. He grabs a tight hold of your ankles and pulls them, yanking you down the bed until your ass is almost over the edge. You watch him in awe as he kneels on the floor in front of you, head going under your short skirt.

"You won't be needing these." He mutters against the insides of your thighs, then you feel and hear him ripping at the lacey material of your panties. They fall in tatters to the floor, discarded to be long forgotten about.

You gasp as he plants wet, sloppy kisses to the insides of your thighs, and you feel the points of his fangs brush the skin just hard enough to feel like a papercut. Your fingers clench into the sheets, blown away by how even the slightest touch has you a wet, whimpering mess for him.

"Your cunt smells so fuckin' good," Eddie groans, nestling his nose in between your folds and inhaling deep, "so sweet, just like the rest of you. Good enough to eat."

"Wha-" Your voice dies in your throat as Eddie's long pointed tongue comes out to lick a stripe up the seam of your pussy. He finds your clit as fast with his tongue as he did with his fingers, latching on and suckling at it hard.

The noises escaping you are sad and pathetic, truly, for all it is he's actually doing. You're moaning like you'd never been touched in your life, begging and pleading, "Eddie, please, fuck."

Your hips buck into his face of their own accord and Eddie growls against your cunt, his big hand coming up to shove your hips back down, forearm laying across the width of your pelvis to hold them down so you couldn't move. You can't even focus enough to brace yourself for two of his fingers from the opposite hand circling your entrance and sliding in to the hilt until it's too late.

The slick sounds of your wet cunt being assaulted by Eddie's mouth and fingers fill your senses, making you gush even wetter and clench around his thick fingers. They're so deep you can feel his rings catching on your hole and breaching slightly, it's enough to have you feeling dizzy with want and need.

Your arms finally give out and you fall flat against the bed, mewling and eyes pricking wet with tears as the pads of Eddie's fingers run along your spongey spot and don't let up. You can feel your orgasm building quickly, tummy winding tight and the hot heat spreading through your whole body.

Eddie's mouth is utterly sinful, his tongue working your clit expertly like he'd done this a thousand times before, like something straight out of a porn flick. Your body succumbs to him like you're his for the taking, like his fingers were meant to be buried deep in your cunt forever and his mouth was made specifically for you.

You come so hot and fast you're crying, sobbing wetly, moaning and thrashing uselessly as Eddie's fingers are forced out of you from the sheer power of it - all he does is bury his face harder in your cunt in retaliation. You gush wet and hard enough that you hear it trickling onto the hardwood floor in front of Eddie's knees, feel it run down your ass.

Eddie licks you clean, sharp tongue running all the way down to your asshole and even sucking you dry there, big hands moving to spread your cheeks and shove his face in. In your state you can't find it in you to be embarrassed or feel disgusted, your body feeling like jelly and placid enough that Eddie could do whatever he wanted and get away with it.

You're so out of it that you don't realise Eddie moving you up the bed and tearing your shirt off until he's hovering between your legs and your tits are on full display. He leans down to lick and bite at the round of your left breast, his large hand grabbing the other and kneading it. His wings are encasing you both now, enough to shield you from view if anyone were to walk in.

The wetness of your tears roll down the sides of your face and pool in your ears and hair. Somewhere in your subconscious you're begging him to stop, but your body is keening into him, and your lips betray you with the noises of content that fall from them.

You make to lift your hands up to shove him away, but Eddie's reflexes are incredible and his own hands come out to grasp at your wrists and force them down onto the bed, holding you down tightly. You try to thrash around but it dies when Eddie bares his fangs and sinks them into the flesh of your tit.

The feeling that overcomes you is something you'd never felt before, your body flushes hot like you have a high fever, your skin prickling with want as your tummy coiled up in knots. Eddie drinks from you in silence, the only noises to be heard are the slight slurp of wetness from your dripping blood and the moans escaping your lips.

You come again. Hard, hot and fast. Not a single part of Eddie's body near your cunt, yet you're shuddering and gushing wet on the bed, enough to soak the comforter beneath your legs and ass.

It feels wrong, your pussy clenching around nothing and your body wracking with aftershocks. Eddie's fangs retract and he's smirking against your skin, tongue lapping up the blood still trickling from the wounds on your breast.

"Dirty fuckin' slut, coming just from my fangs in you. You're so fucking easy for it, what a silly little girl." Eddie laughs at you and you're crying again, squeezing your eyes shut as he mocks you, but you like it, you're so ashamed you can't stop the tears from falling.

Eddie roughly grips your chin, shaking you a little until you open your eyes. You're mortified by the sight in front of you, your blood dripping down Eddie's chin and neck, spreading down the open neck of his shirt.

He looks like a monster, the facade gone and his true form on display in all of its glory. He looks deranged, eyes as black as the Devil's, skin flushed crimson and his fangs on full display. The only thing reminding you that it's Eddie perched in front of you is his curly hair, looking out of place on his body. You should be scared, turned off, trying to back out of the door and run for your life.

Yet, you still lie there, with your legs spread for him and refusing to budge. You hazard letting your hands come out to grasp at his silk shirt and he surprisingly lets you, lets you unbutton it with nimble fingers until the front is open and exposing the bites in his toned chest and stomach.

Something had done a number on him; you know that much. Chunks of flesh are missing, deep enough that he should be dead. Through the fog of your brain, you're aware now more than ever that he probably is in fact dead - the undead.

Time was a mere concept to you in your hazy state, as you watch Eddie unbuckle the belt on his jeans, sliding them down his thighs with his underwear to expose himself, hard cock springing out into the cool air, making him hiss.

You shoot up from your place on the bed, sitting up properly to get a good look at what was in front of you.

It was like nothing you'd ever seen in your life.

It was a dick, that much was obvious, clearly. But it matched the rest of his undead body, flushed deep red from base to tip. Where there should've been veins, there were now symmetrical ridges, all the way down to the fat head. The head itself was curved upwards, almost like it was made for stroking a gspot.

And, to put it bluntly, it was fucking huge. Your mouth watered uncontrollably, the urge to reach out and touch it tugging at your gut.

Eddie reaches out and slaps you with a flat palm against your cheek, the connection loud enough to snap you out of your trance, "I said, get up on your knees. Be a good girl and ride me."

Your body moves subconsciously, trading places with Eddie and swinging your leg over so you were hovering just above his hard cock. You couldn't stop yourself even if you wanted to. At this point, you're so far gone that even the voice niggling at the back of your head had died down, leaving you a wanton, submissive mess.

He makes the first move, grabbing his cock by the base and running the head between your folds, getting himself nice and wet. Eddie makes no noise as an indicator as to whether he's genuinely enjoying this or not, just breaches your cunt with the tip until you're gasping and rocking your hips a little.

It's wide, a ridiculous stretch that you're not used to and probably could never get used to. Eddie grips onto your ass with his free hand, slapping it hard enough that you slide down another inch, your back arching a little and tears forming in your eyes.

"Little baby can't take my cock, how cute," Eddie's voice is condescending, mocking you enough to have your cunt clench around him, eliciting a hiss from his lips, "you're gonna take it all like a good fuckin' girl, aren't you?"

Another slap to your ass has you sliding down again, taking in another inch. You can feel every ridge of his cock, every weird texture, the fat bulb of the head already abusing your soft spot. It hurt, but it hurt so good, like you were being stretched apart from the inside.

Eddie grows impatient at how slow you're going, grabbing a tight hold of your hips and impaling you on the last of his cock until you're screaming, fingertips gripping at his mauled shoulders as you cry, cunt gripping sporadically around the length of him.

You feel so full it's pathetic, if you poked your tummy you'd be able to feel him nestled in your stomach. Could probably see it if you wanted to hazard a glance down.

"You're such a whiny little thing, aren't you? Crying for me," Eddie coos, bucking his hips up a little for emphasis until you're biting out a wet sob, "your little sobs sound like music in my ears, sweetheart."

He doesn't let you become accustomed to the size of his cock in you, lifting your hips up as if you're weightless and shoving you back down to the hilt. You moan in between your cries, body going lax in his hands as you let him do what he wants with you.

Eddie's demeanor breaks eventually and he moans into the expanse of your throat, massive cock fucking into you relentlessly from below and there's nothing you can do but take it, feeling every bit of him consuming your body, "Such a good little slut for me, taking my monster cock so well. You love it, huh? Love being treated like a little fuck toy."

You nod, tears streaming consistently, "Y-yes, Eddie. F-fuck, m'so full." You cry out, the sounds of your soaking wet cunt sucking his cock in making you clench impossibly tighter around him, "Bite me again, aah, wanna come again, please."

Your wet sobs are almost enough to have Eddie folding, sinking his teeth into you without a second thought, but instead his large hand comes up to grab your ponytail, pulling your head back until you're looking at the ceiling as his hips snap up into your own, "Scream a bit louder. Want everyone at this party to hear you cry and beg for me."

The head of Eddie's cock is relentless on your spongey spot, his hips snapping into yours hard enough you're going to be left with so many bruises, "Eddie!" Your voice is primal, you'd never heard yourself sound like this before, "Pleasepleaseplease, m'begging, let me come."

"Atta girl, begging for me all sweet." Eddie smirks, pulling your ponytail impossibly tighter until your back is arched, he leans over and bites into your neck, sinking his fangs in to the hilt as his hips continue to fuck up into you, the brutal assault feeling like it's never ending.

The hot waves of pleasure wash over you so quick you barely comprehend it, the feeling of Eddie feeding from your veins making your cunt clench around his cock as you come again, squirting wet and hot all over him, drenching his balls and his thighs.

Eddie shoves you onto your back without pulling out, driving into you deep and impossibly fast with his fangs still in your throat. He comes not long after, succumbing to the feeling of your tight pussy and your hot blood dripping down his throat, a deep groan escaping him as he buried himself in to the hilt as your clenching cunt helped work him through, "You're mine now, sweetheart. Don't think I'm done with you, I'll be back."

You pass out with his words swimming in your head, for how long you're unsure, but when you wake up Eddie is gone, the fog that clouded your brain leaving with him.

Your aching neck, leaking cunt and bruised body the only reminder he was ever there.

You wonder if he meant it, if you truly would ever see him again.

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doberbutts · 2 months

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genuine question coming from a place of good faith: is it wrong of me to be scared for transmascs right now? the harassment of transfems by both radfems and now even tumblr staff is fucking horrendous, but im terrified that due to so much recent discourse, people are going to blame transmascs for it and hate us even more than they already do.

i genuinely do care about transfems and it’s utterly ghoulish what’s going on right now, and it needs to stop, but I can’t help but get this awful sinking feeling over how it could affect transmascs by proxy — but I’m not sure if that’s wrong of me? is it wrong to worry about, should I be focusing entirely on transfems right now? is it transmisogynistic of me to be concerned about both of these things instead of just the one? I don’t know if what I’m feeling is wrong and it’s stressing me out so badly :(

I don't think it's ever wrong to be concerned about multiple real problems at once.

I have stayed pretty quiet on this situation, mostly just adding stuff to my queue if I agree with it but not weighing in personally. Mainly the reason is that I genuinely don't know anything about the trans woman in question who all of this fuss is for. But, I have seen other trans blogs get nuked for seemingly flimsy reasons, and I have seen self-professed terfs and radfems crowing victory with the latest victims of their mass-reporting.

And I think this is a bit of a PR nightmare, but I also think this site does have a serious harassment problem the staff does not take nearly seriously enough while it also seems to punish in equal amounts blogs that get harassed AND blogs that were literally just minding their own business, with really the main similarities being that they are blogs owned by people belonging to seriously marginalized and at-risk demographics talking about controversial topics like racism and LGBT politics.

It is really quite frustrating that there are now accusations that trans mascs talking about their own oppression are behind this, when not only is there no proof behind the claim but also even without a lot of direct knowledge I am seeing a certain demographic cheering that their mass reports worked and I gotta say, that demographic largely isn't trans mascs.

I also think there is a lot of hypocrisy floating around, because some of these blogs I'm seeing mad about this latest streak of bans are also people who themselves have advocated for harassing others and mass-reporting others who simply fail the vibe check while just existing as themselves, off this website. And while those users don't have the power of the literal CEO, they're failing to see how they've contributed to the problem of this website's user culture of "send the most vile thing you can think of en mass until they break and leave and good riddance".

I say this as someone who also has been harassed by a band of people wanting to chase me off of this website. It is why I don't interact much with dogblr anymore. I have had several people who joined in that dog pile later approach me and apologize, but the damage is still done and I am not interested in engaging with a "community" so willing to tear someone apart on flimsy accusations that weren't even true. I almost killed myself that night, I had a mental break and turned off my blog completely for several days just to make it stop, and returned to see people similarly crowing with delight that they'd successfully run me off. It's happened to me, and the perpetrators were almost entirely white cisgender women, and I have been very reliably told by multiple other people that both my blackness and my transgender status were significant motivators in their poor behavior.

This also happening in the wake of yet another transgender teen killed by their peers has left me simply mentally and physically exhausted. I began involving myself more in the transgender community on here because I wanted this to stop. I wanted to help uplift my siblings and get them out of the pit before the whole thing caved in. It's feeling very hopeless right now for trans kids around the world and in the mean time it's also apparently my fault a trans woman I don't even know got banned I guess..

In any case. Hold your head up. We'll get through this, somehow. We always have. We always will.

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thewarmestplacetohide · 6 months

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Indigenous American Heritage Month Stream

hi all! in honor of Indigenous American Heritage Month, we'll be streaming a horror film that features North American indigenous people every other Friday.

we'll be starting with the Canadian alien film Slash/Back (2022) on 11/10 at 8pm EST/12am GMT.

aliens invade an arctic hamlet in Nunavut.

it's in English and Inuk with a 1 hour 26 minute runtime.

it's rated R and features:

moderate violence and gore

body horror

graphic animal death

child endangerment

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#Slash/Back #stream announcements #make queue vile

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tobyislame · 8 months

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some more ticci toby headcanons

once again consider this a headcanon salad i'm still figuring out how to format these

- in my canon he's from minnesota. he just feels like a minnesotan

- also in my canon he lives in a shoddy little abandoned cabin in the woods (header image is along the lines of what i think it would look like). the mansion still exists he just chooses not to reside there cus he'd much rather have his own space that he can control

- never has the big lights on in his house cus it makes him crazy. instead there's just headless lamps/lanterns/candles strewn all over

- best believe the place is messy as shit. imagine if a 16 year old boy was allowed to be a homeowner. yea pretty fucking vile right

- his place just smells like raw wood and weed you walk in it just slaps you in the face

- all of his clothes have that vague cigarette smell on them

- he smells like pinecones and wet soil (on a good day)

- thinks axe masks the fact that he hardly showers unfortunately

- also thinks just using mouthwash is the same as brushing your teeth unfortunately

- honestly he's just super shit at taking care of himself, especially since his body lacks the tools to queue him in on some stuff

- like how cipa causes him not to feel hunger. he can't recognize when he's hungry so he often goes way too long between meals

- he has a little notebook where he keeps track of when he eats. it's meant to help him know when he should eat something but he consistently forgets to keep up with it

- he just isn't equipped with any of the tools necessary to take care of himself, both physically and mentally. he's in pretty bad shape, some extra help would probably do him good

- realistically with how much he disregards self-preservation he'd be fucking dead by now so he isn't entirely helpless. he knows he's accident-prone so he keeps first aid shit with him at all times, he knows blood means bad and that he should probably stop what he's doing that is making the blood happen, he knows to scan over himself every once in a while to check for unnoticed injuries and such, etc etc.

- cus of the gaping gash in his cheek he has to eat foods that are compatible with his disfigurement. he also always has to drink through a straw

- he does not like waffles. he does like pancakes however

- interestingly those with cipa have a lower sensitivity to capsaicin so he eats spicy stuff like a fuckin CHAMP. someone gave him one of those samyang noodles to try yk the one that's hot as BALLS and he was just like "i mean yea it's good"

- he's kind of just always covered head to toe with bandages. i think he'd have an excoriation (skin picking) disorder so he HAS to keep his arms and hands wrapped up, otherwise he'll just obsessively pick/bite/gnaw at his skin

- the rest of his body is perpetually scattered with bandaids and such on account of how scraped up he gets just being himself

- on the night of The Incident he got caught up in the fire. flaring up his chest and a section of the left side of his body are burn scars. there are a conglomerate of reasons as to why toby doesn't like to have his shirt off in front of ANYBODY and that's just one of them

- his motor tics tend to be on the more violent side (throwing things, hitting himself, hitting others, etc). however, he's learned how to sort of guide his tics from being one thing to another if that makes sense? idk i'm speaking from my own experience here and tics are a really difficult thing to put into words but like. if he can tell he's about to throw the thing that's in his hand he'll take that feeling and try to turn it into something smaller, so instead of throwing the thing a less destructive tic will occur instead. if any of that made sense

- more often than not he's got an earbud in or his headphones on listening to music. he finds that it makes it much easier for him to make his way through the world. that and when he's listening to music he's noticed that he hardly ever tics (usually) so yk that's also a bonus

- spends a lot of his time climbing trees and hanging out in them. also spends a lot of his time trying to make friends with the animals of the forest. he's gotten a lot better at knowing how to approach raccoons and possums and stuff. he likes to leave food out for birds and squirrels and such

- it's funny because he tries to be this hard-ass dude but as soon as he spots a deer he becomes the most gentle thing on earth in that moment. he'd probably grab your shoulders whispering all like "oh dude deer- shhh shh" and force you to crouch with him and stuff lmao

- he's dubbed the one rabbit in those woods that isn't afraid of him "dandy warhol". yea he's real good with names

- he leaves food trails for dandy that lead to his house because he thinks that's how people get pets. he does not realize he's also leading every other animal in that forest to his home

- he may be stupid .

#i should be replying to 2 discussion posts right now #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby headcanons #creepypasta #tobyhcs

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lambrinichampagne · 2 months

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btw I created @georgenotfound-sunshines earlier because I wanted to keep some George on my dash but don't currently want to go into the tags. And I also wanted to make sure his tag wasn't just filled with vileness. The queue is set for 12 posts a day 👍

#mcyt #georgenotfound

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dailyadventureprompts · 2 years

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Villain: The Alchemist Priests of Sulgriv, and the Hollowing Scream

When the forces of good defeat a great evil, its common practice to burn the bones and to scatter the ashes, in the hopes that it will never rise again. When the forces of evil defeat a rival evil, It’s just good sense they store it away for later in hopes that they can make use of it in the future

..Which is why in this drow settlement there’s a temple built around the corpse of a giant, mummified bat shrouded in talismans and chains.

Ugul’nst-vaer was a monstrosity born from the deepest depths of the world below. The spawn of some primeval titan or the embodiment of a dark god’s displeasure, its screech was said to herald the death of any cavern settlement that heard it, and thus it earned the name “ the hollowing scream”.

The great bat was only able to be defeated by the schemes of a circle of master alchemists, the Sulgriv, who took advantage of a desperate despot’s resources and the beast’s habit of gorging on the fallen to poison it with the most vile of venoms, dosing hundreds of slaves and staking them out to be devoured alive by the bat, all to ensure its body absorbed a lethal dose of their impossible poison.

This travesty elevated the Sulgriv a place of honour in the despot’s court, an occasion they marked by building a grand temple/monument to their own success and hanging the mummified kaiju corpse from it for all the underdark to see. Since then their influence and noxious schemes have only grown, all but supplanting the despot’s progeny in the operation of their domain.

Hooks:

Possessing great knowledge of both spirit and body, the Sulgriv are regrettably one of the best choices in the lightness realms for those in need of healing. Seeking a cure for the wasting sickness that has claimed her son, a great orcish warlord now raids settlements and ruins looking to use the loot to pay for the exorbitant cures the alchemists promise her. Her marauding draws the attention of the party to the despot’s realm, who might try rescuing some of their loved ones or treasures that were stolen away into the underdark’s markets.

As their reputation and hubris have grown over the centuries, the Sulgriv have settled on a new project: refitting the titanic bat’s body as a war machine and reanimating it A city killer to use against any state that would stand against their puppet ruler. Among the numerous modifications, a kings ransom In mithril has been grafted to the corpse as both armour and a means of shoring up its desiccated frame, a tempting prize for heroes who might use the metal to outfit their arsenal…or a group of underdark miscreants foolhardy enough to try heisting the tower and selling off a few of the plates to start their life of crime.

Despite all their skill and general boasting about mastering the secrets of alchemy, the Sulgriv can’t actually bring the bat to any semblance of animation, having managed barely more than a spasmodic wiggle in over two hundred years of attempts. Their working theory is that since the bat was at least semi divine in origin, they need some necromantic genius or saint of undeath to act as a catalyst to get their magnum opus flying again. Queue a bunch of darkelf agents swooping in to blackbag the party’s wraithwielding nemesis just as the heroes are closing in, only to discover their old rival many levels later kept captive in the sunless lands.

When Ugul’nst-vaer takes flight (and it will, I’m a firm beleiver in chekov’s kaiju) it will be a force to be rekoned with, sailing on silent wings to scour caverns of life and reducing fortresses to rubble with its claws. Immune to most mortal weaponry and able to undo spellcraft with a click of it’s jaws, there’s very little in the heroes traditional arsenal that will be able to stand against it. That said, the beast does possess a few weaknesses, if the party is daring enough to exploit them.

Though they are well versed in many forms of magic, the Sulgriv are alchemists first and foremost, and thus used their alchemy to create a novel, if disgusting means of controlling their war beast: A blobby, wagonsized homunculis that lairs where the brat’s brain used to be, occupying a resealable vault in the back of the beast’s head and interfacing with its body through a series of tendrils extruded down through the spinal collumb. If one were brave to the point of idiocy, one could climb onto the kaiju and attempt to crack the vaultlike door. Without the homunculis the hollowing scream will retain none of it’s former coordination or awareness, crashing to the earth and twitching randomly, less an avatar of flying doom and more a half-broken umbrella capable of knocking over buildings.

If mortal weapons can’t slay the beast, then perhaps the party needs to find an immortal one. Ever since the beast was freed from its chains there’s been talk of a brilliant portal opening in the depths, which corresponds with ancient tales of a vault containing a worldsaving weapon.

If you can’t ground the bat, go for its lair. If the party can infiltrate the Sulgriv temple and slay the alchemists, the Hollowing Scream will be directionless, completing its most recent raids and flying back to a no-longer occupied temple for repairs. Such an infiltration will however be impossible unless the despot’s forces are drawn away, so the party will have to rally their allies and devise a means of assaulting an underdark citystate while they sneak past enemy lines. If they’re feeling extra diplomatic, perhaps a certain ill-treated warlord could be convinced to accept her son’s enfeeblement and turn her forces against those who offered her false hope.

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alloftheimagines · 2 years

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steve harrington | no monsters

masterlist | request | ko-fi

words: 1.7k

warnings: no spoilers i don’t think, panic attack, ptsd from, well, hawkins, anxiety, mention of nightmares, monsters, and deaths. nothing you haven’t seen before if you watch the show. angst, comfort, fluff.

prompt: could you do a request for stranger things where the reader is hanging out with everyone (mike, el, max, dustin, will, and Lucas) and they end up having a panic attack and either they calm the reader or they call Steve to come and help calm the reader down.

— I changed it up a bit because i really wanted to write a soft steve thing for a change!!!!

Everybody else seems to move on so quickly, but not you. You feel like you can’t breathe most days. You can’t watch television anymore without seeing the monster in the white noise. You jump at everything: car horns, conversations, loud music. You sleep with the light on because you worry that even now it’s over, the demogorgons still wait in the darkness — where they’ve always been. It was easier before you knew.

Problem is that you work in a movie theatre. While you usually avoid having to work in the screening rooms, your co-worker has called in sick and you have no choice. Worse, Aliens is screening. The creatures remind you all too well of what you and your friends have faced over the last couple of years. What killed Barb and almost Will. Almost all of you. You’re trying to avoid the screen as you stand by the doors, making sure everything is running smoothly, but even when you close your eyes, you see that grotesque face printed on the inside of your eyelids, made more real by the vile noises of the creature in the movie. Your palms grow clammy and cold, your fingers trembling until you clasp them behind your back. When a character screams, you’re not in the theatre anymore. You’re back there, fighting monsters that shouldn’t exist.

Your stomach plummets and fills with sharp-edged nausea. Your lungs tighten until your breaths become shallow gasps. You turn away from the screen in an attempt to distract yourself, but there’s no escape from it now. It’s happening. As though you never left. You can’t stay. You run through the doors and into the light, dizzy and holding back sobs as you search for the bathroom. You’re too disoriented, the world turning beneath your feet — until you hear your name.

“Y/N?” Dustin is suddenly in front of you, brows knitted in concern beneath his cap and a box of popcorn in his hands. “Woah. Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

“I…” You stutter on your own words, your knuckles turning white as you fist your uniform and try desperately to breathe again.

“Hang on.” Dustin is pushing you back. “I’m going to go and get Steve.”

“Steve?”

“He’s right over there.” Dustin points to the queue of people waiting for popcorn and snacks. Steve is at the front with a humongous tray of nachos and a tall cup of cola. “See?”

The sight gives you a little bit of relief — until Dustin mindlessly shouts across the foyer: “Steve! Over here, man!” And then everyone is looking at you, and if you’re not eaten by the monsters in your head first, you’re most certainly going to get caught and fired for leaving your post. But you can’t think about that, because you can still hear the faint rumblings of the movie slipping through the red double doors, and you still can’t breathe, and Dustin or even Steve can’t fix what was broken the night you discovered that monsters are real. That Hawkins sits on top of another world that wants to eat you all up.

Steve abandons his ten-dollar bill as well as his snacks on the counter when he sees you. He runs over to you both, concern etched into his features. You can’t even ask what he’s doing here. Usually, he tells you when he’s going to stop by — to have lunch with you or pick you up, but sometimes to watch a movie with Robin. Your relationship, friendships, was the one good thing to come out of all of this, and you’re terrified now that you might lose it when he sees just how broken you are. You’re usually so good at hiding it. At waiting until you’re alone at night to descend into the fear that never goes away. At smiling and nodding when he asks if you’re okay even though you’re having flashbacks and trying not to scream.

“Babe?” Steve asks again, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

You choke on your own words, squeezing your eyes shut until tears pour down your cheeks. Steve looks at Dustin in question. Dustin shrugs. “She was like this when I found her.”

“Alright. Let’s just sit you down.” Gently, Steve guides you to the nearest bench beside a poster for Stand By Me. “Are you not feeling too good? Stomach flu or cramps or something?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.” You say it to convince yourself as well as him, clamping down on your wobbling lower lip until it hurts.

“No, babe, you’re not. Talk to me.” He crouches in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs and running his fingers across the shape of your face. “Please talk to me. You’re scaring me.”

“I…” A sob breaks from you as you try to put it into words; can’t. “I don’t know.”

“Did something happen? Did someone do something to you? Is it that hotdog jerk again?”

Another shake of your head. The hotdog jerk is the arrogant, gross thirty-year-old who works on the hotdog stand and is trying to make his way around every female member of staff here, but you’ve already told him where to shove it and he usually leaves you alone. In fact, you wish it’s only that now. A human man you can deal with, even a slimy one like him.

This… This you’ll never be able to fix. It just feels so big sometimes. Like any moment, the Upside Down will open up again and swallow you.

“Then what’s got you this upset? C’mon, baby.” He’s whispering now, begging.

“I was… I was in the screening for Aliens and it just… it felt like it was happening again.”

Understanding dawned across his features, his forehead lining with sympathy and his eyes glimmering. “It’s not. You’re right here with me. You’re safe now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to block it all out, but it’s still there, running through your head on a loop.

“Hey.” Steve tilts your head down, so soft it’s like he’s worried you might break. “Look at me. You’re in the movie theatre. You smell that?” He takes a deep breath and you frown in confusion. “Breathe in with me.” You do. “You smell it?”

“What?”

“Popcorn. Buttery, magical popcorn. And listen. Shitty music. There are no monsters here, Y/N. Just popcorn and shitty music and me. Focus on that for me.”

You do, breathing in and out again under his instruction. Slowly, the tension in your chest starts to ease. You keep looking at him, replacing the monster's face with his soft brown eyes and stupid hair and pink lips. And the claws that were scratching you are just his fingers, feather-light and tender over your cheek, your chin, your neck, your hair. He wipes away your tears as you lean your head back against the wall, exhausted.

“Okay?“ he asks.

You give a weak nod, suddenly aware Dustin has watched the whole thing. He winces and hands you his soda. “I still get nightmares too.”

“You think you can give us a minute, Henderson?” Steve asks.

Dustin gives you another solemn smile before walking away, leaving you with Steve.

You can’t look at him. You’re embarrassed and exhausted and you’re not sure what would have happened if he hadn’t been here to pull you back.

“This happened before?”

You tip your head, tears still streaming steadily down your cheeks.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

A shrug. Your voice cracks as you say, “Everyone else is just trying to move on from it. Forget. I feel… stuck. Weaker.”

“Are you kidding me?” he replies. “I feel like I’m just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Always. It’s terrifying. It’s not something any of us can forget, and you’re not weak for being afraid. Jesus. I’d be worried if any of us were fine after what we’ve been through.”

“Yeah. I guess.” You attempt a mirthless laugh. It’s not that you think Steve is fine about it. It’s just that he holds it so much better than you. He can make jokes about it. He can carry on with his life. And while there are moments with him where everything feels okay again, where his love makes you genuinely, truly happy, it rarely lasts. There’s always something to push you back to this. To the terror. To the “what ifs” and the dread and the unanswered questions.

“You should have told me. I want you to talk to me about stuff like this. I don’t want you suffering all on your own,” he says.

You swallow another sob, unable to reply. Maybe you hadn’t known just how much you needed someone to be with you in moments like this. Just how much you needed him.

“You don’t have to be okay. Not with me. But you need to tell me what’s going on. You’re not alone in this. We went through it together. We’ll keep going through it together. Okay?” He laced his fingers through yours.

You soften, finally meeting his eye and squeezing his hand. The weight of it, the warmth, is more comfort than you could have asked for. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course.” He kisses your knuckles and moves to sit beside you, pressing his lips on your sweat-slick forehead and pulling you close. “That’s what I’m here for.”

You hold him for all it’s worth, steadying yourself in his grip. He’s your shield, keeping you safe just as you’re about to collapse, and you’ll never not be grateful for the way he loves you. “Go find your boss. Tell her you’re not feeling well. I’m gonna take you home.”

You don’t even have it in you to argue. You know there’s no way you could go back into that screening now, even if your wobbly knees would let you.

“Does that mean we’re not watching the movie?” Dustin complains.

“Sorry, kiddo. I gotta take care of my girl.”

Dustin feigns a gag, and a strained laugh bubbles from you. “It’s okay. We can rent something and watch it at home. No monsters, though.”

Steve smiles, peppering your nose with kisses. “No monsters.”

It’s all you need to hear.

“Also, are we going to talk about the fact that you’re willingly at the movies with Dustin on a Saturday?” you tease.

“Hey!” Dustin scoffs at the same time Steve deadpans, “No. Never. We’ll never talk about it.”

Unlikely, but you let it go. For now.

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roodles03 · 1 year

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🌈 Roodles03 🌈

My name is Roo, and my pronouns are they/them! I'm 20, queer, and autistic.

I post Hazbin Hotel fanart/comics and shit like that. Pretty much exclusively Alastor content because he's my hyperfixation right now. If you love Alastor then you've come to the right place! I actually do more than just art! I also post fanfics on my A03 and occasionally post memes and discussion posts here on tumblr.

DNI LIST:

Pedophiles, Queerphobic people, racists, misogynists, or any other form of bigotry. (Obvious)

Trump Supporters. (Also obvious)

Proshippers. (You guys are fucking disgusting)

If you ship Alastor with anyone outside of it being one sided. (No I don't care what Viv said. Alastor is aro/ace.)

Repost Rules:

Thinking about reposting my art/comics? Please check this list first.

Are you just reposting the art/comic by itself with no original spin on it? DO NOT REPOST UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. IF YOU ASK I WILL NOT GIVE PERMISSION.

Are you reposting my art/comics on youtube? ASK ME FIRST.

Do you want to voice dub my comic? ASK ME FIRST, PERMISSION WILL BE 100% GRANTED.

Do you want to dub my comic in another language? LET ME KNOW FIRST, AS I WILL ACTUALLY HELP YOU. I WILL SEND THE PANELS WITHOUT THE ENGLISH DIALOGUE.

Do you want to use my art for a meme? NO PERMISSION NEEDED JUST GIVE CREDIT.

Do you want to use my art in an edit? ASK ME FIRST.

Do you want to use my art as a profile picture or header? NO PERMISSION NEEDED JUST CREDIT.

Do you want to color one of my unfinished drawings? ASK ME FIRST. PERMISSION WILL ALWAYS BE GRANTED.

Do you want to redraw one of my drawings? ASK ME FIRST. PERMISSION WILL ALWAYS FOR GRANTED (JUST DON'T TRACE!)

Do you want to take inspiration or use my art/comics as references? NO PERMISSION OR CREDIT NEEDED.

If you have any questions or if something here isn't listed, ASK ME FIRST.

Other things:

Please be resonable when simping over my art. All of my art is strictly SFW (outside the occasional sex joke) and it makes me really uncomfortable to make visually suggestive shit. (Asexuality spectrum coming in lol) So again, if you simp, please keep it reasoable. Don't say some fucking vile shit you wouldn't say to me irl if you want to simp over my art. When people over sexualize shit it makes me uncomfortable.

Blank/Default PFP blogs with no content will be blocked due to safety concerns with all these fucking tumblr bots swarming the site recently.

Feel free to send me asks in the askbox!

Commission Status: Closed until further notice.

I don't really do requests, but if you send an ask and I happen to like your idea, there is a small chance I'll put it in my queue.

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sarahowritesostucky · 3 months

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Hi! don't know if you answer asks like this but just curious as a fic writer do you feel different fandoms have cliques where some writers only comment or promote writers they're friends with and not all? and in relation to this, do you think stats are the most important thing to a writers success in a fandom? I know this might seem random but just admire your writing and wanted to hear your thoughts

Interesting ask. Okay well, first off, I squee whenever somebody says they ADMIRE my writing *fans self with nearest flat object, in a flattered, flustered, and ego-inflated emotional state*

second off, I'm fairly new to Tumblr, so I am not the most knowledgeable about this

that said, I think that people on Tumblr do a pretty pitiful job overall of promoting content with reblogs, and comments are even rarer!

I have a core group of people whom I've noticed will always reblog my fics, and I absolutely have friendship-y feelings for them even though they're internet strangers, lol. (I love you guys! 💗)

I think that if you're creating quality content and you aren't an asshat, people will eventually catch on and wind up flocking to you. It's the quality of the content you're putting out there that matters most.

But also be smart and try to post regularly, try to write things you know people love (certain tropes, pairings, kinks, etc). Post at peak times of day, make sure your queue is full and set to post at least several times per day. Stuff like that.

If your OTP/fandom is less popular, commit to writing some micro fics about more popular pairings/fandoms/tropes, just to draw more readers in--They will then be more likely to give your niche stuff a try!

As your followers # grows, you'll get more promotion, just because of sheer numbers. So yes, I think having more followers is important if you want to see more engagement with your content overall. (but again, that follows smart posting and quality content)

However, it only takes a handful of awesome supporters to make for a great fandom experience on Tumblr!

As to cliques, I have experienced some pretty hateful bullying and exclusion on the platform, related to an incident where I was abrasive and made a point about free speech, censorship, being willing to discuss vs cancel, and people who are reactive instead of rational (antis).

long story short, my old account was sent death threats, constant harassing, and vile anons, before being vindictively deleted by a rogue staff member (yes, I've gotten confirmation that this is abuse from other Tumblr representatives)

Antis and trolls definitely flock together in cliques, so exclusion can happen there. Cliques can be helpful in that they weed out the nasties fast.

For example: on my new account, I have noticed that perhaps 20 or so accounts have me blocked--most of them are smalltime/not so great bloggers, but about five of them are very popular Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan authors whose content I would probably otherwise be reading and commenting/re-blogging.

I don't think I interacted with most of them directly on my old account, but they are in the cliques that the antis were in, so they hopped on the block-Sarah train based off of whatever their mutuals said.

I don't read other people's fics on Tumblr so much as I do on Ao3, and I'm more about posting my own stuff on Tumblr, so the blocking isn't really an issue with me (mostly they're the ones losing out on the content promotion I would be doing for them, lol).

I think if people are going to be nasty, negative, reactive-not-rational, not willing to discuss, and just generally mean spirited, do you really want them promoting you anyway? Probably not.

As to the people who are not that way, I'd say: PEOPLE NOTICE WHEN YOU REBLOG AND COMMENT on their stuff.

so the more YOU promote other content creators whose stuff you like, the more they will feel affinity for you and promote your stuff!!

I suggest following TONs of people who are in your fandom--many of them will notice and follow you back. That's the best way to get started if you want to grow your account. But also like I said: put out quality content--honey draws bees; and promote other people's content to create good relationships with mutuals.

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