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shellyshroom · 3 months

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TW:: A LONG ASS RANT WITH MISSPELLED WORDS!

God Hollybis still making me extremely uncomfortable and it's been what.. 4 days already?

The fact she was all like “hEs My MaN@” about him and threatened to kill me over Shroomy OUT OF ALL THE CHARACTERS YOU COUKD DO THIS OVER

Like bro..

THERE'S A WHOLE DAMN PILE OF CHARACTERS TO CHOOSE FROM IN SMG4 YET SHE CHOOSEA TO DO THISSANS FANGIRL DEVIANTART SHIT WITH THE CHARACTER I KIN SO MUCH AND FEEL A HUGE DEEP PERSONAL CONNECTION WITH OUT OF THE WHOLE CAST..

WHO TF DOES THAT??

W H O TF JUST DOES THAT??

I AM WAKING UP SHAKING AND SAD AF REMEMBERING THIS FREAKING HAPPENED I KID YOU NOT..

LIKE..

LOOK AT THIS ADORABLE CUTIE PATOOTI BOY SCOUT HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS “OH I HATE YOU- HERE'S A KNIFE CAUSE YOU'RE STEALING MY MAN-” BULLSHIT OMFG.. WHY TF DID HOLLY DECIDE TO CHOOSE THIS CHARACTER AND ACT LIKE A SHITTY BITCH OVER THIS CHARACTER SPECIFICALLY?? THERE HAS TO BE A REASON DUDE…… THIS FEELS SO FAKE TO ME., 😭😭

THE FACT DRAMA ON YOUTUBE HAPPENED BECAUSE OF THIS CHARACTER TOO I HATE EVERYTHING..

DRAMA OVER T H IS CHARACTER

AND OHMYGOD THE FACT ONE OF HOLLY’S FRIENDS WITH A CRINGE ASS GACHA PFP CAME IN MY REPLIES, SAYING TO MY FACE, “HOLLY IS HAPPY WITH HER BOYFRIEND! TO ME SHE'S NOT A FANGIRL! 😀”

HER B O Y F R I E N D??

HER FREAKING B O Y F R I E ND??

KILLIBG MYSELF..!?!???

THIS DUMBASS GACHA KID IS SAYING THIS SHIT TO MY FACE AS IF THEY DON'T RECOGNIZE I LOVE HIM, I AM OBSESSED AF WITH HIM, AND I'M ATTACHED TO HIM I REALLY HATE THESE STUPID GACHA KIDS SO MUCH OHMYFRAKING GOD..

LIKE OK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO SIMP FOR CHARACTERS BUT CALLING hIM SOME RANDOM ASS TOXIC PERSON ON YOUTUBE’S BOYFRIEND MAKES ME FEEL EXTREMELY SICK TO MY STOMACH AND REALLY REALLY ILL.. AGAIN THIS IS HAPPENING WITH SHROOMY OUT OF EVERY FRICKIN CHARACTER IN SMG4 TOO… THE GACHA KIDS CHOSE THIS CHARACTER OUT OF EVERY FRICKIN CHARACTER I HATE EVERYTHING...,

LIKE I FEEL LIKE CRYING EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT THE FACT HER FRIEBNDS GENUINELY THINKING THAT SHROOMY IS HER BOYFRIEND I CAN'T DOTHUS.,,, ICSNTFREAKJNFDOTHIS..,

IT MAKES ME FEEL REALLY SORE… LIKE THATSNOT YOUR BOYFRIEND THAT'S MY KIN???? S T O P…,, STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOODTOP.,,

LIKE THIS IS LITERALLY ME WTF? WTFWTFWTFWTFWTF?? 1!1!!1 YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDINF AND OUT OF EVERY SMG4 CHARACTER FOR THE LOVE OF HECKING GOD. DUDE WHAT???

AND SEEING HOLLY HAVE A WHOLW PLAYLIST DEDICATED TO HER BITCH ASS GACHA OC AND SHROOMY MAKES ME WANNQ ACTUALLY VOMIT.. IHWTE THESE TYPES OF PEOPLE..,, STOP SHIPPING YOUR UGLY ASS OC WITH ME!?!?!?!?!?? YOU'RE PROBABLY A KID BUT STILL OMFG KINDLY SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR STUPID ASS OC BEING SHIPPED WITH ME..

WHY TF DOES THIA DEVIANTART SHIT HAPPEN WITH ALL MY FAVORITE FRIFKIN CHARACTERA?? FIRST THERE'S RODNEY, THEN THERE'S HERMEY, AND NOW IT'S FRICKIN SHROOMY WHAT ArE THE FRWAKIN ODDS?? ARE Y'ALL DOING THIS ON PURPOSE??

IT GENUINELY FEELS LIKE HOLLT AND ALL THE OTHER DEVIANTART KIDS WERE CREATED IN A LAB JUST TO MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE SPECIFICALLY..

THIS DOESN'T JUST HAPPEN

THIS SHIT DOESN'T JUST FREAKING HAPPEN WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL

IS THIS HAPPENING FREQUENTLY CAUSE THE CHARACTERS ARE CONSIDERED CRINGE? 😭😭

AND DEVIANTART IS CONSIDERED THE CRINGE SITE?

THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW GOD I HQTE EVERYTHINGhehegegeheeexxxvvevevevevveveveveg

OUTOFEVERY FREWKING CHWEWCTER..,,,,,

ALSO HOLLY IS A RUDE ASS INSTAGRAM USER SOUNDING BITCH AS WELL.., CAUSE DUDE SAID “WTF 🤣” IN ONE OF MY CRUSH EXPOSURE POSTS..

I NEED HOLLY GONE /SRS

Oh AND I CAN'T FORGET THE FACT I CANNOT EVEN LISTEN TO MY FAVORITE SONG, MARIO PARTY 2: WESTERN LAND, WITHOUT THINKING OF HOLLY’S “NO SOTP- OH MY GOD I AM GONNA CUT YOU-” BITCH ASS TODDLER PERSONALITY AND THIS STUPID HOLLY DRAMA. HOLLY RUINED MY FAVORITE MARIO SONG FOR ME OMFG..,, I NEED THIS JACKASS G O N E. OUT OF MY LIFE. BITCH LITERALLY SPAWNED FROM DEVIANTART. THE HOME OF OVERLOOKED CHARACTERS AND BABIES.

PARDON THE LONG ASS RANT I'M JUST NOT IN THE BEST MOOD AT ALL RN.,,, I AM ANXIOUS AF, AND EXTREMELY FURIOUS.

Holly and her friends probably don't give a shit I feel like this as well.. THIS RUIJED MY MENTAL HEALTH SO BAD /SRS

God even the name 🤪Holly🤪 makes me wanna grab a shotgun and shoot a mannequin I'm being so fr..

Ok like I'd get it if Holly only liked Anti Shroomy ig.. People usually act this way to the bad boys, but bro it's probably Shroomy in general... The most unexpected character I'd not expect anyone to simp for like this..

But ig it kinda makes sense cause it's brainless Gacha kids..?? But still THERE WAS WHOLE DRAMA OVER THIS CHARACTER I KID YOU TF NOT.. IT MAKES ME FEEL SO SICK AND LIKE CRYING. I THINK I'VE CRIED SEVERAL TIMES THINKING OF THIS BUT IDK

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outoftheirdifferences · 3 months

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(For the mun questions meme! Have you ever written a canon muse that you first thought of ‘meh’ when they appeared in their canon show/movie/book? Who is your favorite OC? Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun?)

Questions for the mun.

Have you ever written a canon muse that you first thought of ‘meh’ when they appeared in their canon show/movie/book?

Hm. I want to say definitely, I'm sure I remember doing that... but it took me a while to actually place any characters who match that definition. I think a couple of main examples would have to be, firstly, Janja (Lion Guard), who I played on one site for a little bit; I hadn't found him a compelling character at all when I'd watched the show, but decided to try him there for whatever reason and found him surprisingly fun to write as.

The other would probably be Flutt.ershy (ML.P). I mean, granted, I kinda first thought "meh" about the entire show when I first learned about it and only started watching it because someone told me that I was most like Twilight out of the cast so I got curious; but I know Flutt.ershy took me longer to warm up to than any of the others. Then at some point she abruptly grew on me (was it because of a certain episode that made me like her more? I honestly don't remember) and - after previously only having written her Discord-corrupted mean version as a joke character once - I played as her on several sites in rapid succession because of that!

Who is your favorite OC?

Of my own OCs... I think I know who everyone's probably expecting me to say, since Lauren's the only OC I have on this blog. But honestly I think the answer has to be Cinnamon, from my doggie characters story idea. Cutie little mail delivery puppy who's super serious about her job but also a big sweetheart, I just love her so much :D

Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun?

Oh, for sure. I know for just one example, Margo / Antonio (Desp.icable Me) was one. I started Margo's blog absolutely convinced that I was never going to play any such relationship between the two after the way he ditched her in canon... and yet, interacting with this one Antonio roleplayer, bouncing them off each other, I just really came to love the dynamic we were building; and by the time she reached the point of forgiving him when he was genuinely regretful, I was fully on board shipping it! (Albeit only with that one mun; writing with anyone else who portrayed the character would definitely have had to start from step one all over again.)

I mean, come to think of it, that was where my absolute OTP Patch/Angel ship came from too! I'd never even considered the characters together before they began bouncing off each other with Patch's first player on that one site; but even though I was still VERY much a RPing newbie at the time, and I would cringe to look back at those posts now, every interaction the two of them had made me fall in love with them as a pair. Thirteen-and-a-half years later I'm still shipping them, so you could say it definitely left an impression on me! xD

#mlp tw #(only a mention but still)#outofthisgxlaxy #ooc #mun rambles #meme response #Thaaaanks so much for sending these! :D

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demonwield · 2 years

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which mun inspires you a lot?

Unprompted || Always Accepting!

Man. . .I don’t want to come out and say something that might make others feel HURT, but since I’m being asked, I’m going to be honest. In truth, there’s a LOT of people who inspire me, fuck I could pull out a follower list probably 100+ strong of people who motivate, or inspire me, for a lot of different reasons. So, let’s go down a SMALL list, those who are probably the STRONGEST inspirations for me.

@zorkaya || Renata. Lord, I could talk about this absolute sweetheart so much. FIRST, Ren has been a dear friend of mine for years now. Really, it’s shocking how long, on and off sure, but unchangingly and unflinchingly, how long we’ve been friends. She’s seen me at my best, seen me at my worst, she’s fought for me in the past, she’s been there to help me through that DramaTM bullshit last year. She’s never let rumors, or false call outs, or the other bullshit fuck with our friendship. She’s been a darling, and I cherish her to death. Atop of that? She has one of the BEST OC’s around: seriously, Zarina is amazing, and always going to be in my top 3 favorite OC’s of all time. I love her writing. I love her...well, everything really.

@exrhlab || Languid, this guy is amazing. He’s the one who dragged me down this rabbit hole of pain and torment that is Arknights, and is one of my most common people you’ll see on my blog. Because he’s a great friend, and we genuinely both like to cause PAIN and TORMENT to our muses, and write both twisted, but also fulfilling stories. We chat constantly, and he’s just a great person.

@eraba-reta-unmei || Everi, this motherfucking girl. Man, she’s a total twerp sometimes. But I wouldn’t be here to this day if not for her. She’s gotten me through some DIFFICULT moments in my life, and is one of my closest friends I can ever ask for. We’ve been around together at this point for so long, and there’s days where we want to rip eachother apart (if you don’t hit that point with a friend, are you truly FRIENDS lets be real), but we always bounce back cause that’s our relationship. We suffer hell in League, we used to rp all the fucking time (which yknow we need to do more again hell yeah), we’re close.

@ryusxnka || OH BOY, is it more Caleb Love Hours? Well if anyone has been around this blog long enough, you all know I love my brother. That’s all there is to it: I’d not be here today without him. I wouldn’t even be able to show my FACE on this site ever again if not for him, and god I love him to death. He’s amazing, okay? He’s OBSESSED with Toshiro Hitsugaya, of course, but he’s also just the best with him okay? His writing is spectacular, god, Caleb is literally HITSUGAYA INCARNATE. He’s super good hearted, he’s smart, he’s funny. He’s just a great brother, and I love him t o death, okay? I probably sound like a broken record, but it’s true.

@pcrdiseseekers || OH BOY, it’s JAZZY love hours! So let’s take a long trip down Memory Lane, cause fuck me, Jazz here is one of my OLDEST friends at this point. Hard to believe it too, cause I remember Jazz when she was but a weeeee Naoto Shirogane blog back in the day, far before her love for Multi-muses, and her love for Kyouko Kirigiri. God, back in the day, I used to be SO terrified of her. And we all know, and I can hear it now, ‘Wolf, buddy, you’re ALWAYS terrified of people!’ Well, I’ve gotten a lot better: someone literally had to GO TO JAZZ HERSELF and tell her, for us to first interact, it was that bad. (No, I didn’t even plan that, and goddddd, I was a fucking mess when they did.) And lo and behold, ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS FOREVER now, always someone I come back to, and cling to like she’s my own flesh and blood. Jazz, I love you to death. I truly do. And you are just absolutely spectacular. It’s hilarious how long we’ve known one another, and I don’t regret a single day: you’ve given me some of the BEST rps over the years as we FULLY TORE DOWN poor Kyouko into Kaneki’s queen, how Homura fell for Centipede, Kyouko studied Ichigo, Yang and Adam had their forbidden, ESTRANGED relationship. God, we’ve done so much over the years, and I look back on it all so many days nowadays and go ‘jeez, to relive it all again.’ Here’s to more years of good times, huh?

@shuanghe || Valkyrie. My big sister. My darling, sweet guardian practically. God...she’s my rock. My anchor. She’s so much to me, and another person I love with all my heart. Much like the people before me, she’s a great mix of Writing, and Personal feelings, who has been with me for many years now. And I truly am grateful to have her in my life.

@sung56sun || Kianye, so little we’ve known one another now, and yet it feels like we’ve known eachother for an eternity already. And it’s you, you specifically, who makes me feel it’s OKAY to gush about my darling muses. I won’t lie, even on my own blog, I feel I talk too much about my OWN characters, and it’s you who makes me think on that, and go ‘stop that, you’re being dumb’. Others have tried to tell me the same, but it’s the constant FERVENT LOVE and ATTENTION you throw us, that truly make it hit home. And for that, I’m forever grateful for how much you love Akame, and, incidentally, how well we get along. You’re dear to me, and you’re stuck with us~

@bonesugar || Asa, Asa Asa Asa, such a darling you are. Your writing, your descriptions of your replies, the way you make such a BEAUTIFUL girl like Sucrose so endearing, so amazing, I truly admire. Just like Kianye, I’ve known you for so little, and yet I have adored every moment we talk. And I look forward to more and more in the future of us chatting, rping, and gaming together.

@erobret || Ferrrrrrgie. Oh man, much like Jazzy, I’ve known Fergie for fucking years. It’s hilarious how long we’ve known one another, and just like Jazzy, she’s always been a fantastic friend. We lost touch for a while because I had to vanish for a bit, but then I found her again, and well. Reliving old memories, and rping again, is amazing. Chatting with Fergie is great, and just. Fergie is great, okay? I really can’t formulate the words without just reusing at this point more of what I’ve already said.

@jiingweii || Sophieeeeee. My dearest, my twisted friend. My soft and squishy marshmallow friend. My busy little friend. Even though we don’t talk as much anymore as life happens to the both of us, you are still DEAR to my heart, and I wish every day is wonderful to you. I love seeing you on my dash from all your blogs, and you are a joy to see, and hear, from always. I truly would not have kept Akame all this time if not for you: it was you who put the most faith in my girl, who gave me the confidence to keep her going. And I am forever grateful for that. Because now she is my most loved, and used, muse, without a doubt.

Okay, this is going to get SUPER long if I don’t stop somewhere, so down below? Is a bunch of other people I could rant on about, but I don’t want to be typing a twenty five page ESSAY even though I could and flood the dash worse.

@medinventive || @nulltune || @unhclyblood || @remunporium || @curiouskinetic || @lucernarosa || @luckuki || @ichigokurosaki || @destallo || @maljefe || @nosheath || @karmesinrot || @mamoriitai || @veroxins || @x-ame-x-damnee-x || @noircisaint || @retour || @shukuchiisms || @redhorncl || @zhuangshii || @babelmedicus || @amourise || @evelicious || @risingsol || @electric-ecclectic || @electricea || @dementedstatic || @pervicax || @lunaetis || @darksonofsparda || @capravulpes || @stahri-light || @charmerquilled || @rebelquilled || @batoushoujo || @phantarei || @hutaou || @popolaroleplayhub || @devotionobsessed || @amazingwcbs || @algizkali || @baizhuo || @nexarerum

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wistrearchived · 8 months

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Okay so this is a strange one. But I absolutely adore, more than anything in writing, A COMMITMENT TO THE BIT. We said the besties are chaotic, u said kira is chaotic, and they are CHAOTIC! THEY ARE SILLY!!!!! this does not mean u do not take ur character seriously----but I LOVE kiras intensity. It is especially so fun and silly to see her bloodlust and chaotic demeanor matched with her trust and love for wyll, and also ur BEAUTIFUL, elegant prose. They are so silly, u are so fun to write with, every time I see i got a reply from u I turn into more than fifty wild hogs, kira is one of my favorite ocs I've ever seen on this site and had the ABSOLUTE PLEASURE of interacting with, she's genuinely so developed and im her biggest stan. If kira only has one fan that's me if kira has no fans I am dead so I will come back to life crystallized and ready for the runway to stan her harder better faster stronger

THE WAY I LITERALLY, did not see this until now?? this ask has been hiding in my inbox for so long i can't believe this but AAAAAAAAAAAAAA this literally means the world to me, i adore this so much, i adore you! i've been loving writing together, wyll and kira just mean so much to me already. they're so silly, they're also so trusting and open with each other and their bond has become so profound to me. I LOVE,,, EVERYTHING ABOUT THE WAY YOU PORTRAY WYLL, i love reading what you write about him. it's honestly so much fun to witness how you portray his speech and mannerisms, it's soooo good, i'm just in constant awe of you!!

#when i tell u today has been Rough but this #made me smile a lot...#so thanks for absolutely making my day bestie 😭💕#[ 𝐢. ] ooc › the risk i took was calculated‚ but man am i bad at math.#[ 𝐢. ] answered › i would rather die of passion than boredom.

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mynameisrobiniamadumbass · 11 months

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For the ask game- 73, 45, 17 and 7??

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

ok so funny story but i actually wrote fanfic when i was 12, in italian, on an italian-only site. then i stopped for a few years and moved to ao3 in i think 2018/2019??? what i'm trying to say is i genuinely can't remember the first fic i ever wrote bc it must have been 10 years ago by this point but i think it was a creepypasta origin story for an oc that. well she needs some work. i should rework her. iirc she's possessed by the ghost of her dead sister who demands constant blood sacrifice. i remember her name was Lily and her sister's name was Hazel.

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

i'm really not sure. people really seemed to love "this is not the end of you" though <3

45. name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

for the sake of fairness i will avoid mentioning my buddies/mutuals (i can make a separate post for them if anyone wants) because i have a lot more than three and i dont wanna be biased but aside from that

theOestofOCs: i read some of their magnus archives fics. god tier tim stoker content and their dracula au is a joy

Odaigahara: admittedly i have yet to get through most of their works but god does their writing style captivate me. also they have some god tier seablings and rivendell siblings content i cant say no to that

EnvelopedByOblivion: this one's cheating a bit because so far i have only read one fic of theirs but it has stuck with me so much that i think they deserve a mention here

hard question guys, i don't read as much as i'd like T^T

73. how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

i am very much a visual kind of writer :,,,))) the movie exists in my brain and then i just sort of describe it. if i get stuck writing it usually helps to sketch out some possible scenes so i can visualise them better.

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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years

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「 🐳 」 i think that painting landscapes are a lot more relaxing than drawing people and critters because there's so many more opportunities to create organic shapes and not mess up. you're living in the moment rather than trying to compose yourself enough to make a living being perfect than to focus on the environment around... and! i snuck around your bgs and i adore every single one of them <33 they're super up my alley and i attempt to capture the essence of old paintings, too. tempted to reblog them on my new personal blog 💕💕

while i adore drawing my ocs and other characters, landscapes are a lot more fun imo. i never thought i'd end up enjoying it as much as i do, considering that i was once incredibly afraid of creating backgrounds. hopefully this link will allow you to see? https://imgur.com/a/dJTwqsn

which is why i also think taking a break would be beneficial! taking the time off for yourself and to not focus on people in a specific environment, i mean. similar to painting backgrounds! everyone will still be here, whether you take a few days off up to a couple months off methinks ^^ I know that's the general statement we always hear when we tell people we wanna take a hiatus, but I genuinely believe that the people around you would rather you take some self-fulfilling time off to heal than to let yourself deteriorate in another place ;w;;

Oh, for sure there's so much more room of looseness and fun with landscapes! For me they are infinitely more freeing than humans to paint and while there's still plenty you can do with a person, there's just... way more appeal to me when it's beyond a person. My favorite works are usually when there's something much larger than the human going on in the scene—be it an entire Situation or just something that's literally bigger than the human—and often the human in the picture is actually massively dwarfed in size. For example, this has been my desktop wallpaper for the longest time.

How it shows the sheer scale of the dragon! Emerging from the clouds, so much larger than anything you've seen! And yes of course it's from Guild Wars 2 sdgfdfg By Ruan Jia I think?

The worry of 'getting it right' with landscapes/backgrounds/environments is so much less infuriating than with humans. Sure there's still the matter of perspective and painting a material in a way that it looks correct; textures are still important and there's still rules to the natural world, but mistakes made with portraying humans stand out so, so much more to me in my own work and it drives me crazy. There was a time when I ended up veering much more heavily towards realism in my style and realized that I was genuinely slowly starting to grow loatheful of my output because there's so much to fucking adhere to. I am hypercritical of the work I make and will forever judge it with cold harshness that I'll never see anyone else's work with, and drawing literally anything other than humans is the most respite I can offer myself from it sdhkfdg

(Like if there's going to be anything I have in common with Dola, it's the dissatisfaction with my work as an artist; though thankfully with her she loosens up once she finds herself y'know, a few centuries old with the skills of a master >.>)

And sdhfjkdf nonnie what in the hell, thank you ;w; Especially with your quality of work like wtf??? NONNIE!!! NONNIEEE!!!!!!!!!! ;w; ;w; ;w; I'm reminded of Ghibli's backgrounds in some of those... Waaa @.@ I gotta get to working on my stuff soon... I need to remake a study plan I had 2 years ago but dropped off from when I developed carpal tunnel syndrome... So motivating seeing someone else's really good art like Nonnie what on earth... Are you a triple threat or something........ ;w; ;w; ;w;

Re: hiatus... I mean it's tempting but like at the same time I realistically don't think I can stay off this site for very long because have some friends here that I can only talk to while here? I think I'm too attached to not check at least once a day to see if they're okay, though I guess I can have a few days off, like a week or something... or a semi-hiatus where I come in for like a few minutes to go see how they're all doing >.<

#chat & colloquy #🐳 nonnie!!#tbh i really should take a week off...#spend it all figuring out the art situation and getting some mounts in gw2 lmfao #i hate it here less now that ive aggressively blocked a ton of tags/words/some people and like #made peace with the fact that i just dont have it in me to really read fics or much less comment on fics rn #or have anything to contribute to the fandom really LMAO

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zurxmxru · 2 years

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hai ummm. u should like. do ava 4 the ask game thingy <3

OMGOMG YES OFC!!!

First impressions: honestly,, didn’t have much thought abt mew when she was in that one DR RP w/ TAO and others on the cursed coding site,, unfortunately I was too focused on Hibiki’s era w/ the character that will not be named,, but I remember when Hibiki died in that RP u said how Ava was Hibiki’s only friend and,,, foreshadowing???

Current impressions: MY FAV OC OF YOURS OF ALL TIME!!!! I LOVE HER JUST AS MUCH AS HIBIKI <33

Favorite moment: I already told Spade this but it was when we had that pregame rp w/ Meohara in a tree <33

Unpopular opinion: Ava genuinely deserves better smh 😤 she’s been through a lotta shit she needs a good life!! (affectionate)

Favorite relationship: MEOHARA!!!! THE BEST THING EVER!!! <333

Favorite headcanon: uhh idk,, maybe the fact that she has a Kuromi shrine?

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cinlat · 2 years

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Get to know the blogger

I was tagged by @starknstarwars and so sorry that I’m just now getting around to this.

No pressure tags for: @dimigex @kunoichi-ume @jlsigman @chaosandwonder @rainofaugustsith and anyone else who would like to join in!

1. Why did you choose your url?

Cinlat was the name of a character that I created back in highschool, a side character with no real weight to the plot. After multiple attempts at clever names while joining swtor, I got annoyed and tossed her name in and it was accepted. Afterward, I used it for everything else because it’s always available. THEN she became a prominent character in my main fic mostly by accident.

2. Any sideblogs?

I have one dedicated solely to reblogging writing tips. It has 7 followers. That’s probably including me. Then I also run Reignbow’s blog because she still too young for social media, but her art is too good not to share. So if interested, you can find her @reignbow

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

*goes to ask @dimigex* She says 2016, so we’ll go with that since it’s her fault that I’m here.

4. Why did you originally start your blog?

Because Dimi dragged me here, kicking and screaming. But legit, she suggested that I share my writing projects with people other than just her, and that’s how Fynta blasted her way into the hearts of all of you fine people.

5. Why did you choose your icon?

Those boys are the two most important people in Fynta’s life, and I think @dingoat did an amazing job capturing each of their personalities. It’s such a pure and wholesome representation of my favorite people.

6. Why did you choose your header?

It’s funny that this question comes right after I changed it from the group portrait of Fynta and her family. I’ve been back into ffxiv for a while now, and while Isashi has been my main since 2015, I had to make a final fantasy version of Fynta because, well, it’s Fynta. Naturally, Fynta started adopting people the moment she set foot in Eorzea. She decided that Isashi needed to lighten up, which dragged Kirin into the group, and Lukos is mostly there unwillingly but has no where else to go. Thus, they are now The Gang, because Final Fynta said so. Anyway, I spend about two hours putting that shot together and it turned out too good not to share.

7. What is your post with the most notes?

I genuinely have no idea how to find this information. Feel free to teach me in the replies.

8. How many mutuals do you have?

This questionnaire has taken a turn towards math and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

9. How many followers do you have?

Okay, this one I know how to find. 422. Look at me knowing things.

10. How many blogs do you follow?

303...I legit thought it was more than that.

11. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Not intentionally.

12. How many times do you use tumblr a day?

Given that this is basically the only social media site that I visit....a lot....I’m not even sorry.

13. Have you ever fought another blog?

Nope.

14. How do you feel about “need to reblog” posts?

I am not great about reblogging, ngl. If it’s a close friend/mutual I’m more likely to. Or if it’s something I think my mutuals will find as amusing as I do. Otherwise I mostly just yell about my ocs/gaming/writing with my friends and then yell about theirs too. I very rarely, if ever, reblog political/religious stuff simply because that’s just not what I’m on this site for specifically.

15. Do you like tag games?

I definitely do, though I’m terrible about getting them done in a timely manner. But, thankfully, people keep tagging me. Thanks all!

16. Do you like ask games?

I definitely enjoy those too, with the same results as above.

17. Which of your mutuals do you think are tumblr famous?

That’s really tough, actually. I follow so many talented authors and artists. I’ve got to agree with @starknstarwars about @sleepswithvillains being one of them. Also @riajade01 thievinghippo, moonlitalien, thegarbagechute and @dingoat is starting to climb those ranks too. Just off the top of my head. (I’m not going to tag them all because I don’t actively talk with several and have no idea how they feel about random tagging, but you should absolutely check out their blogs.)

18. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nah, I’m too old for crushes. XD. I’ve made some genuine friendships though.

#cinlat answers #get to know the blogger #all the information you didn't actually want to know #XD #thanks for the tag!

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songtoyou · 3 years

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Chapter Three: Don’t Then

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Fabiola Rossi (OC)

Story Rating: This story will mostly be rated 18+ as it is revolves around a relationship that is Dominant/submissive. For each chapter, I will do my best to rate it accordingly, but please know that the overall story will have very adult themes.

Chapter Rating: Rated R.

Warnings: Swearing, BDSM themes, public hand job.

Word Count: 3,019

Story Summary: Huge “Ransom” Drysdale always thought of himself as a powerful man. With his family’s money and status, Ransom could get away with anything. He had the power and control others would envy. Ransom could get any woman he wanted with a snap of his fingers. He was always in charge. He commanded attention. And he hated it. Never having a job in his life (thanks to his mother, father, and grandfather always there to supplement his bank account) or any real-life goals, Ransom felt incomplete and directionless. That is until Fabiola Rossi entered his life and turned it completely upside down.

Chapter summary: Fabiola and Ransom go on their first date. They are having a good time until someone stops by to ruin the evening.

A/N: It has literally been a year since I have updated this story. I apologize about that and hope to not take as long for the next chapter.

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I do not permit any of my fics to be distributed on other sites without my permission.

Taglist: @winchwm, @patzammit

With any sexual partner, it is vital to maintain the separation of fantasy and reality. Sexual activities deemed “kinky” do not always result in instant gratification moments like movies, books, and television tend to show. Many considerations need to be involved when partaking in the acts of BDSM, such as personal feelings and possible risks. It is crucial for the Dominant to not put his or her Submissive in any uncomfortable scenarios and vice versa. BDSM interactions need to be steeped in solid communication, along with the collaboration of willingness to take personal responsibility for one’s actions and choices.

For Fabiola, she was determined to make sure that Ransom understands the essential aspects of BDSM interactions. Since he was new to BDSM, particularly as a submissive, it was her duty to help guide him throughout this unique experience. It was a responsibility that Fabiola never took for granted when it came to being a Domme. It was her duty to protect and guide her Subs when playing a scene. She loved being a Domme.

Currently, Fabiola was standing beside her closet, picking our different outfits to see what would look best for tonight. She wanted something casual and nothing too fancy. So, Fabiola opted for her dark red bandage dress with strappy side cutouts, a halter neck, and an open back with zipper closure that flattered her figure. She accompanied the dress with a black bicker chic crop jacket. Fabiola adorned the ensemble with black peep-toe ankle boots with lace embroidery and buckles, along with a black clutch. Her long hair was curled to cascade down her shoulders in waves, with red lips and dark eyeliner highlighting her facial features.

Fabiola instructed Ransom to pick her up at 8:00 PM at her apartment, and not a minute over. One thing she wanted to do was implement structure and consistency with Ransom. She desired to get him in the habit of being responsible and taking accountability. Fabiola figured that was the best place to start.

As Fabiola finished up getting ready, she heard her cellphone buzz. Thinking it was Ransom, she quickly reached for the device only to deflate. It wasn’t Ransom.

Jonathan: I need to see you. I can’t stop thinking about you, Fabiola. Please give me another chance.

Fabiola let out a frustrated groan when she read the message. Jonathan was her former boyfriend/submissive who appeared not to get the hint that things with them were over. The guy was too clingy for Fabiola to handle. He always wanted to be around her. He wanted more than what she was able to give him.

Fabiola: I can’t talk right now. I’m busy.

Jonathan: Please! I need you!

Fabiola: NO! I told you that what we had is over. Now stop contacting me!

With a sigh, Fabiola put her phone in her clutch. ‘If you don’t want him to contact you, then block his number,’ Fabiola’s inner voice scolded her.

It wasn’t like Fabiola hadn’t thought about it. However, there was a part of her that couldn’t do it. She liked Jonathan. He was special to her. And some part of Fabiola still felt responsible for him.

She took out her phone and brought up the message chain.

Fabiola: Jonathan, I’m sorry. Look, I really can’t talk right now. How about tomorrow?

‘You’re an enabler!’ her inner voice yelled.

Jonathan: Yes! Thank you! Talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart. 😊

Fabiola rolled her eyes.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to stew over Jonathan’s messages for too long when the doorbell rang. She looked at the time, which read eight o’clock. She opened the door, and there was Ransom dressed to perfection. He wore all black from his jacket, shirt, slacks, and shoes. Very casual but still sophisticated. Fabiola could only guess Ransom’s clothes’ cost, which she knew each piece had to have been from a top designer.

“Hi,” Fabiola greeted. “You’re right on time.”

“I figured you’d count it against me if I didn’t,” Ransom confessed. He looked Fabiola up and down. “You look outstanding.”

“Thank you. So do you,” Fabiola complimented and walked out of her apartment to lock it up.

Ransom offered Fabiola his arm, which she took, and walked her to his car. He would show that he could be a perfect gentleman since he was the one who recommended they go out for the night before returning to her place.

He wanted to relax but also show Fabiola a good time. Wining and dining women was one of Ransom’s specialties.

“So, where are we going?” Fabiola implored as she looked over at the man next to her.

“I figured I would take you to Yvonne’s. It’s a restaurant and bar. Nice atmosphere. Cool décor. You ever been?”

“No, never been,” she answered.

“I think you’ll like it.”

The remaining drive to the restaurant was quiet. It was as if neither knew what to bring up to start a conversation, which was not surprising. Ransom and Fabiola still didn’t know much about one another.

“How is your writing coming along since we last saw each other?” Fabiola probed as the quietness was getting to her. She figured asking Ransom about his writing was the safest conversation starter.

“Uh,” Ransom began as he steered his car through traffic. “It is…well, to be honest, I’m kind of stuck. I don’t know where to take the story next.”

Fabiola nodded in understanding. “Writer’s block. All too common. You know, some writers have shared with me how they combat writer’s block. You want to hear?”

“All ears.”

“Do you ever develop a list of favorite things your characters like, such as food, music, television shows, all that stuff? A writer told me they did that to help flesh out characters. That way, it helped to steer them where they needed to go within the story. Another writer told me that they would write one-shots where a character would do something different outside of the overall story. That way, you’re still getting your creative writing juices flowing instead of stewing and feeling bad about yourself for not writing,” Fabiola advised.

In all honesty, Ransom appreciated the advice. He was not used to kindness from another person who did not appear to want anything from him, at least not regarding his money or status. With Fabiola, he could tell that she was genuine with her advice offering.

After another fifteen minutes of mindless chitchat, Ransom pulled into a parking lot. He put the car in park and got out. Ransom hurried to the passenger door to help Fabiola out of the car, but she got out before he could open the door for her.

“I’m sorry,” Fabiola giggled. “I never know if a guy is going to do that or not. I’ll let you open the door for me next time.”

With a chuckle, Ransom offered his arm once again and guided his date to the restaurant. Ransom was not kidding when he said that Yvonne’s décor was “cool.” Heck, it was more than that; it was fabulous. For Fabiola, it looked like gothic Alice in Wonderland, with its bookcases, elegant chandeliers, and other abstract lighting and art along the walls. Fabiola mainly got a kick out of the numerous skulls outlining the front of the bar.

“This place is amazing,” she gushed to Ransom.

“I had a feeling you would,” he smiled at her. Ransom was happy he was able to do something right.

They were greeted by the hostess and then escorted to their reserved table.

“I’m so tempted to go up to those bookshelves and check out what they got,” Fabiola raved as she continued to take in her surroundings.

Ransom tried to hold back his smile as he watched Fabiola. She looked like a kid in a candy store. He couldn’t fathom how this beautiful before him was a domme when she had the sweetest and, at times, goofy disposition. Fabiola was just who she was, carefree. Or at least that is what she presented on the outside. He wondered if she had any skeletons in her closet.

He put down the wine/cocktail menu and leaned his arms on the table. “Tell me something, Ms. Rossi,” he began, “What makes you…tick?”

She quirked one of her perfectly tweezed eyebrows at Ransom, “What do you mean?”

“Like, what drives you crazy? What annoys you?”

“Oh, that is easy. The answer to that is stupid people. I have an extremely low tolerance to people who willingly choose to be ignorant,” she answered and grabbed the wine/cocktail menu. “What about you?”

“My family. They are the worst. You’d hate them for sure. But I won’t spoil the evening talking about them.”

“How about we order drinks,” Fabiola suggested as she continued to look at the drink menu. “Help us relax more, eh. What’s monkey shoulder?” she asked Ransom as she pointed to the drink that was called ‘Monkeys In A Pear Tree’ that had monkey shoulder, spiced pear, vanilla, almond, and orange bitters.

“It’s a blended malt scotch whiskey. It’s rather good. You should try it. Not with all that other shit in the drink, just the whiskey.”

“Yeah, I don’t need all that sugar. And I’m not a whiskey girl, unfortunately. I think I’ll go with a glass of wine,” Raina pointed out.

Ransom took the list back and perused the assortments of wine offerings. “How about I get us a bottle. Red or white?”

“Let’s go with red. You pick.”

Waving a waiter over, Ransom ordered a bottle of the red 2017 Syrah. It was a good wine. Not too sweet, but not too “woody” tasting as some would describe certain red wines. With their glasses filled, both opted to go for the shareable plate items—nothing too heavy, just enough to satisfy their stomachs.

While they waited, Fabiola scooted her chair closer to Ransom. They were seated at a corner table with dim lighting. No one would be able to see what Fabiola was about to do. She placed one of her manicured hands on his thigh. Fabiola began to move her hand up and down. As Fabiola trailed her hand higher up Ransom’s thigh, she watched his face for any reaction that she should stop. When she didn’t see any hesitation from him, she rested her hand against the bulge in his pants. Fabiola squeezed it, and Ransom almost jumped from his seat.

Ransom felt Fabiola begin to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper. He looked around the restaurant to make sure no one was looking over at their table. Fabiola let out a little chuckle.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked him.

He shook his head ‘no.’ “I need you to voice it, Baby Hughie,” Fabiola ordered him in a low voice while she continued to rub him out. He stirred in his seat as she slipped a hand under his briefs.

“Don’t stop,” Ransom managed to breathe out. His cock was almost rock hard.

Fabiola continued to stroke him. Back and forth. Nice and slow. Agonizingly slow. Ransom began to move his hips to try to increase the friction against his cock.

“Look at you. So needy. You want to cum, don’t you? Is that what you want? You want to cum in a public setting, Baby Hughie?” teased Fabiola as she leaned over and began to kiss Ransom from his neck to his ear. “I want to see how long I can tease you before you eventually beg me to let you cum.”

Even when the waiter brought their food (who was oblivious to what was going on under the table), Fabiola did not remove her hand from Ransom’s pants. She ate her food with her other hand while she continued to stroke his cock with the other. Sometimes Fabiola would bring her fork to Ransom’s mouth so he would eat when she noticed he was barely touching his food.

When Ransom felt a thumb rub his tip, he let out a low groan. “I need to cum,” he whispered through clenched teeth.

“I know you do, but I’m not going to allow it,” was all Fabiola said and continued to eat her food.

It was only when she was finished eating that she stopped stroking Ransom’s cock and removed her hand from his pants. She assisted in zipping and buckling Ransom back up to make sure he looked presentable. Fabiola stood up from the table. She handed Ransom one of the clean napkins. “Wipe the sweat from your forehead and drink some water. I’m going to go wash my hands.”

As Ransom watched Fabiola’s retreating form, he leaned back in his chair and let out a loud sigh. Reaching for his wine glass, he downed the contact in one gulp and poured himself another. Ransom squeezed his own junk as it was still hard. He began to think about other things to stifle the hardness. ‘Family reunions. Aunt Joni in a bathing suit. Grandma in a bathing suit.’ Ransom throughout in his head.

Unsurprisingly, they worked. His stiffened cock was beginning to recede. Gulping down another glass of wine, Ransom poured himself another. He didn’t quite know how to feel at that moment. He was unsatisfied with not being allowed to cum, but also intrigued with how turned he felt.

The feeling of not being in control was all-new for Ransom. At that moment, it was Fabiola who called the shots. She told him that he was not allowed to cum. He noticed the chastising tone in her voice when she ordered him to wipe off his sweat and drink water. Normally, Ransom would scoff at someone commanding to do things, but there was something incredibly erotic when Fabiola did it. He picked up his napkin and began to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. He drank his water and waited for the woman, who excited and astounded him, to return.

Unfortunately, Ransom’s euphoria came to a crashing halt when he heard, “Hey, son. What are you doing here?”

Ransom looked up to see his father, Richard Drysdale, standing before him. “What the Hell are you doing here?” Ransom retorted coldly.

Ignoring his son’s cold tone and icy glare, Richard took it upon himself to take a seat at the table. He began picking the food off of the plates and took Ransom’s glass of wine to sip for himself.

“You got a date?” Richard probed his son.

Ransom let out a frustrated groan. He needed to get out of here. “Is mom here as well, or are you with one of your side pieces?”

Before Richard could reply, Fabiola came back to the table. She was caught off guard by the new addition who was eating their food and drinking their wine. “Sorry I took so long. I got caught up talking to a woman who wanted to know where I purchased my shoes, then we got off tangent, and well…I’m back now. Who is this?”

“No one important,” Ransom replied.

Richard glared at his son but hid his animosity with a laugh. “He’s a kidder that one. Hi, I’m Richard Drysdale. Ransoms’ father,” he introduced himself. Richard stuck his hand out for Fabiola. Which she accepted with the hand that was previously stroking his son’s cock.

“Fabiola Rossi.”

“Well, aren’t you beautiful,” Richard complimented. Ransom noticed a look in his father’s eyes. He knew that look. It was the look Richard always had when he wanted a woman that was not his wife.

“Again, I ask, what are you doing here?” Ransom again asked his father.

Richard looked over at the bar with Ransom and Fabiola following suit. They saw Richard wave a young woman who waved back. “I’m here for a business dinner.”

“Bullshit.”

Ransom knew that his father was having an affair. Everyone in the family knew, except for Linda. But that was his mother. She would rather ignore the problems in her marriage and family while pretending everything is perfect.

“Look, son, I didn’t mean to crash your date. I just stopped by to say ‘hi,’ that is it,” Richard pointed out.

Ransom merely scoffed. “Okay. You said your ‘hi,’ now leave.”

“Actually, Ransom, I think we should start heading out,” Fabiola spoke up while looking around for their waiter.

“I didn’t mean to cut your evening short,” said Richard as he got up from the table. He stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before bidding adieu and going back to his “business dinner.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ransom was more than annoyed; he was fuming. He was ready to blow, and Fabiola could see it. She watched as Ransom pulled out a couple of hundred bills from his wallet and stood up. She stood up as well gathered her jacket and clutch. Following Ransom’s lead out of the restaurant, Fabiola was only a few steps behind him as they walked to the car. He stopped in front passenger door side and turned around. He watched as Fabiola put on her jacket. Her hair was lightly blowing in the night wind. His father was right; she was beautiful.

Moving towards Fabiola, Ransom ran his hands up and down her arms to help warm her up. “I’m sorry about that,” he said, indicating what happened in the restaurant with his father. “My dad…he isn’t someone I…”

“It’s fine, Ransom. Let’s not have him ruin the rest of our night. You still want to come over, right?”

Ransom leaned his forehead against Fabiola’s before pressing his lips against hers. He didn’t deepen the kiss and retreated after only a couple of seconds. Ransom went back to resting his forehead against Fabiola’s while she stroked his left cheek.

“Tell me what you want?” she asked him.

Ransom looked into her eyes like he was searching for something. He sighed at what felt like the hundredth time that night. “I don’t know what I want. That is the problem. All I do know is that I don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to be my dad.”

Fabiola nodded her head in understanding. “Don’t then.”

#chris evans #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x ofc #ransom drysdale x oc #knives out fic

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 4 years

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Hello, I have a question (you don't have to answer it publically if you don't want to), but I'm curious as to what your thought process was when deciding to make Footprints (and to a lesser degree the Triple Frontier fic) a reader insert while also building in these implicit descriptions by having the reader character be from a certain family. Like I know this site shuns OCs, but it just seems needlessly alienating to anyone who can't possibly fit that character concept.

I thought about ignoring this, but instead I sat on it for a bit and decided that I am going to answer. Your message started out genuinely interested, and I am not sure if you meant it to end on the rude note that it did, but I digress--

Let’s talk about empathy.

When people read stories where the main character is not like them, you have to learn to empathize to really immerse yourself in the story. You need to walk a mile in their shoes. Any author wants their protagonist to be relate-able in some way. They need to be in order for us to feel their struggles, their pain, their happiness, their journey. Reader inserts cut out the middle man. The POV is changed and reader inserts basically do the work for you. “You” already ARE the protagonist and much less belief needs to be suspended in order for you to be someone else---the rest requires an ability to use your imagination and a willingness to see yourself as something you are not.

When I started writing Footprints, it was my first reader insert ever, and my return to writing fanfiction after six years. I have gone back and edited the first chapter to get rid of the describing words that I used as I was basically writing myself. Since then descriptions have been incredibly neutral and I pay close attention to that. Reader’s mother is dead, it talks nothing of her lineage and all you know is her father was a Lannister. She is the family outcast. She can look however you want her to. Does this contribute to them shunning her? Possibly? You decide. Her belonging to the Lannister house in Footprints was strictly for plot plot plot plot. For very obvious reasons.

Now, in Addicted, I chose to have reader be Pope’s sister strictly to explore the sibling dynamic between them and what would happen IF. I had never seen it done before because most of us are simultaneously thirsting over Pope AND Frankie. Once again this was a choice based on plot. It never goes into detail on if they are biological siblings, if they were adopted, if they were fostered in the same house hold, etc--that is a decision you get to make. Now, if anyone reading this story cannot imagine themselves as having a Latino brother...then that is a whole new topic that is incredibly sad for that individual, and once again goes back to needing a lesson in empathy.

Let me use one of my favorite reader stories ever out here. @pettyprocrastination writes a reader insert for Maxwell Lord called “Rip Out Our Seams & Stitch Us Together. The reader is a black woman who owns her own sewing business in D.C. I am not black. I am not a seamstress. I do not live in D.C. This does not keep me from enjoying this story and TJ’s writing IMMENSELY. Because I am empathizing with the character she has created. The excerpt that comes to mind is this one--

There’s a brief moment of panic in your heart before you steady yourself. It’s late, you're alone, a black woman in D.C with nobody at her side, you've been in this position before and will continue to be as such. The door is only a few paces behind you, if you had to, you could turn and sprint to make it in time.

I read this and thought ‘oh shit, I know what it feels like to be out late as a woman walking alone’. Then I thought ‘OH SHIT, Im imagining being a black woman out late walking alone. OH SHIT.’ This is something I will NEVER fully understand or experience in real life but I got to experience in her story as “me”. This does not make me feel “needlessly alienated” as you so kindly put. because once again--empathy.

It is important to TJ that reader is black because she has a certain story that she wishes to tell. So, as a reader, it’s important to me.

Now, on the flip side, is it important to me that the reader is white? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. Because I know that I can throw a rock in the dark and hit a piece of media where the protagonist looks just like me. So, it is my job as a writer to keep my stories inclusive and my descriptions vague enough that anyone can enjoy them. It is also my job as a reader of fic to consume, reblog, and support writers of color who explicitly say their reader is not white.

Empathy.

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shewritestheblues · 4 years

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 1

Welp, I was hoping to recover chapters 1-8 but Tumblr is a hot ass mess with curls. So I’m reposting all of them. Here ya’ go my loves.

Chapter ONE

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

*NO WARNINGS*

Phoenix nods her head to the beat as Nipsey Hussle’s, Hussle & Motivate blast through her speakers. She’s learned to accept LA and all of its traffic. She’s officially been a Los Angeles resident for about a year now. She moved out here from Detroit. Phoenix packed all that she could fit in her small Chevy Cruz and drove the whole way. Life back home in Detroit was getting way too out of hand for her. Her friends didn’t really seem to support her dreams of being a DJ/Music Producer. Her family wanted her to go back to school and be something normal, like a nurse.

Phoenix worked her ass off with two jobs to fund her dream. Big Sean had heard one of her beats on her Soundcloud and reached out to her. That same beat was soon one of the top charting songs in the country. Artist were hitting Phoenix up left and right, wanting to work with her. Hustling her way into the industry, she was asked to DJ a huge party for Roc Nation in LA and the rest is history. After networking and making connections, she decided that staying in Detroit would hold her back. She didn’t even tell anyone that she was leaving… except her Mom.

She woke up one day and just left. She hasn’t looked back yet. Being in LA, she’s actually made a few genuine friends that not only supports her, but ride for her through thick and thin. They even staged a 4 day sleepover one time when Phoenix had an anxiety attack so bad, she couldn’t leave her apartment.

All in all, Phoenix could really say that she was happy.

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Phoenix sings along to every song has she moves her way through traffic. After an afternoon full of meetings, she finally reaches her apartment and turns down into the underground parking garage. Her favorite parking spot is open. As she steps out, she adjust her black leggings and cropped Harvard crewneck. She still sings along to the last song that played, Ari Lennox x BMO, now stuck in her head as she heads for the elevator‍.

A man ahead of steps into the elevator first. When he turns and notices her coming behind him, he holds the door for her.

When she looked up to say thank you, she wasn’t prepared for the man standing in front of her. This man… tall, the sweetest brown skin. His arms were definitely trying to break out of the sleeves of his burgundy fitted tee. His short dreads hung over his face, almost covering his eyes. She’s seen some fine guys since being in LA, but this one...he takes the cake.

“Thank...you”

“No problem.”

His voice… his fucking voice. It hit her like thunder. Has she ever heard a voice so damn sexy?

Then it hit Phoenix… jelly legs. She does her best to lean against the elevator door. The man pulls out a keycard and scans it. He must live in a penthouse. Only penthouse tenants had keycards.

“Which floor?”

“Uhh… Seven.”

The man hit the button for the 7th floor for her. As the doors shut, his cologne took the cabin hostage. It was a mix of Shea butter, cedar wood and vanilla. Phoenix hadn’t realized she closed her eyes as she took in his scent. But, he did. He released a low chuckle that took her from her trance. Her eyes shot open. She cleared her throat and tried to focus on a speck of dirt on her Chanel Slides.

The man opened his mouth to say something but before his words slipped, the elevator doors open. FLOOR 7. Phoenix internally panics, not sure if her legs would fail her. This really wasn’t the time nor place for this shit. She goes for it, rushing out. She made it but once she turned to walk to her door, barely out of site from the gorgeous man in the elevator, her knee buckles. She catches herself on the wall.

“Shit!” She slowly picks herself up, walking slowly to her door. The walk to the other end of the hall felt like 100 damn miles. She made it into her apartment. She drops her keys on the kitchen counter. She flops down on the couch. Dragging her sweaty hands over her face.

“Did I really just sniff this man? Did I really get caught sniffing this nigga?”

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The incident ran through her mind probably hundred times throughout the rest of her day. She managed to cook herself some dinner, shower and do a few loads of laundry. With each task, she would stop herself.

“I sniffed this nigga! What is wrong with me? I’m a creep.”

Her brain getting the best of her. She curls up on her couch. She had every intent to catch up on Steven Universe. Her schedule had been so busy that she has weeks of episodes to watch. But she couldn’t focus. All she could think about was this fine man. Why hadn’t she seen him before? And of course that just led back to her thinking about him catching her. She needed a distraction.

Instagram. She picked up her phone and scrolled down her timeline. Her homegirl, Ava, was all over the gram with her new photo shoot. Phoenix left a few comments.

YASSSS BITCH! GO OFF!

REAL HOT GIRL SHIT!

Phoenix continued scrolling. She found her way to her explore page. Liking a few pics of decor and food. And that’s when she saw it. Her ex, Justin, posted with his baby mama. Phoenix broke up with Justin the day before she moved to LA. That same day, she found out he had a baby on the way. That was the extra push she needed to just leave. Justin was her first everything. Her only real boyfriend and he did her dirty. She hadn’t really dated since then. She’d entertain a few of the industry guys that approached her but nothing ever happened. Her feelings were hurt instantly. Even though she had moved on and far away, that shit still stung like it was fresh. She locked her phone. When she needed a distraction, she ain’t mean that. Maybe making a beat would help.

She set up her mini, bootleg studio she created and got to work. It was so easy for her. This was her passion. She even wrote a few lyrics. Time was passing by and before she knew it, it was almost 2am.. she wasn’t surprised at all. She always worked best at night. She was in her zone so she didn’t wanna stop to go to sleep anytime soon.

Phoenix headed to the kitchen. She was going to need some good snacks to match this good creation session she was having. Opening her snack cabinet, she was met with a half eaten bag of plain chips and a pack of Oreos with ONE left.

“Ava is never staying here again. Eating up all my shit.” she says to herself.

She sent her friend a text, not caring that it’s late.

Phoenix: You owe me some snacks you hungry heffa.

Phoenix was determined to finish this night out strong by any means. Even if that means going to the store at 2am. She slid on her FENTY Slides. She refused to put on a bra so she threw on a Nike hoodie and headed out.

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The elevator seems to be taking forever. Who in the hell is holding it up this late? Phoenix starts to weigh her options. Tired of waiting, she debates whether she should just go back into her apartment.

DING

Letting out a deep sigh, “Finally!”

Looking up, she freezes. It’s him, sporting a black tank, basketball shorts, Nike socks and slides. He had small scars all over his upper torso and trailing down his arms. She is completely stuck, staring at him.

‘How far down did these scars go?’

The doors begin to close and the gorgeous man stops them with his hand.

“Are you gonna get in or just stand there?” he smiles.

‘HO MY GAWD! Is that gold in his mouth?

Phoenix slowly walks into the cabin. Arms folded over her chest, she stands in the front right corner. Ground Level already highlighted as their stop.

“It’s a little late for you to be out here by yourself ain’t it?” He asks.

Peaking over her shoulder, “I’m good.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, Phoenix could feel him burning a hole in her back with his eyes. She turns to make sure she’s right.

Of course! He’s staring right at her ass. She wants to say something but her words are trapped in her throat. He smiles at her, making her swallow them down and she just looks down at her feet.

“I’m Erik.”

her head snaps back. “Huh?”

“My name. It’s Erik.”

“Oh…Phoenix.”

The elevator doors open. Phoenix waste no time stepping out. Erik is right behind her. He taps her arm, making her jump. Erik was used to women being nervous and awkward around him. He knew he was fine and enjoyed watching women fold before him. He showed his pearly whites, dimples pooling deep,

“Get back here safe, Phoenix.”

Making sure to say her name slowly.

LORDT! The way he said her name made her stomach flip. This man was dangerous. She could tell.

“Uh, you too, Erik.”

She tried to match his tone saying his name. Not wanting to stick around for his response she turns immediately to go to her car. Getting in, she sits. She’s looking out between the rows of cars to see where he went. Some lights flash and soon after, a blacked out Acura NSX with red detailing along the sides, slowly drives by, in front of her. She pretends to not notice, acting as though she’s looking down. She starts her car and pulled out of her parking spot. There’s no traffic but Erik made sure to sit at the parking garage’s entrance until her car pulled up behind him before revving his engine and taking off.

Phoenix rolls her eyes, playfully. “This nigga extra as hell.”

But she knew she liked it. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t let her lie to herself. The short drive to the 7/11 up the street consisted of her wondering where he was going this late and curious to know he’ll be there when she got back.

#the elevator bae #erik x black OC #erik x phoenix #black panther fic #Erik Killmonger

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MY REALLY OLD ART A LONG ASS POST

So this first piece I found in a folder on my computer called “Old art organize later” within a folder called “ REALLY OLD ART” I drew this in 2006 and the jpeg was titled:

“My most awesome dragon evur”

Also noted was my attempt at signing my name in Japanesef saldkfjsdlf because i was 11 and anime was THEE coolest thing to me.

Okay the rest is going under a read more because this is gonna be LONG

here are some gems from 2007

yes this is a kk slider gijinka faksdjfalsdjf

next up we have my attempt to make super paper mario characters into handsome anime men

it was a this point i was a young baby on deviant art longing to do “digital” art because thats what all the really cool artists did, i didnt have a tablet and the photoshop-esque thing i had was a pirated copy of JASC Paintshop 7 (or maybe it was 8), so what did I make with newly unlocked DIGITAL ART POWERS??

and this charming thing which was my intepretation of what the The Thing Behind the Wall in Johnny the Homicidal Maniac looked like:

but these were only the beginning of my long and arduous journey as an artist, 2009 came and I entered highschool 13 years old and with nothing but the power of deviant art and being an outcast with 2 friends on my side so here are some of my favorites from that era of Noo art:

^^^ this is in fact EXACTLY what i looked like at 13

its kind of funny bc looking back you can absolutely tell id been drawing dragons/wolves since i was like able to hold a pencil but didnt start drawing humanoid characters until i was 12 afjlakfjs

ANYWAYS CARRYING ON BC THERES PLENTY MORE!! For example my Invader Zim/Naruto OCs

yes one of those aliens was kisame

every day knowing that I get to claim ownership over this is truly exhilarating the girl with the pigtails was my OC that was definitely not just me. Her name was Delainbow, she was Sasuke’s daughter and she is truly the epitome of everything that was good about my childhood

WHAT A LEGEND

this is genuinely what I wanted to be when i was 13 god I love it

oh fuck i missed this one from 2008

god GOd i love these all so much I WAS SO FREE I JUST DREW WHATEVER AND DIDNT CARE

ok just gonna put a few more without comment but these are all 2009 again

Moving on to 2010-2012 era art

shout out to teenage me for still being not the worst at drawing animals

the freaking EDGE

so there was some point here where i started trying to stop drawing “anime” bc i was tired of ppl making fun of me so I figured if I didnt draw anime ppl would take me more seriously when in reality those ppl just sucked and so did my highschool art teacher

like... YUCK???? what the fuck was i was I even accomplishing here aksdjfaskjfkasldjf

my wolves still were still way cooler then the rest of my art lol

alright carrying onto late highschool early college, its summer of 2012 im on tumblr, im a homestuck, and ive gotten a laptop and tablet as a gift for getting into art school (yeah I drew like aformentioned above and still got into art school) sadly i dont have any scans of the stuff i drew for that portfolio, it was mostly still lifes i drew like a boot and a skull haha

okay so here are the gems i made upon finally getting a computer of my own, photoshop and bamboo wacom tablet,

here she is my first attempt to paint in photoshop....s fjaskdjfaskljfklasd

the rest of these are all from like my first fall/winter semester of college when i actually started getting a real art education and not just shitty no budget rural hometown highschool art class

So that picture of zachary which is honestly NOT thaaaaaat bad was one of the first things I ever posted to break 500 notes, i think a fewwww of my homestuck drawings had come close after like months of being on the site but like that zachary was one of the first times id genuinely been a little succesful with sharing my art online and im still very grateful to everyone who liked and reblogged it ^u^

After that well, i do have a lot more bad art but its not quite as funny as my pre-college stuff from that point on you mostly just see me struggling to improve anatomy and struggling to get through school (which ultimately took me 8 years to get through bc art school is terrible on your mental health and i had to do the last 4 years as a half time student)

but thats kind of a sad note to end on so heres just a few more gems i think you all should see if you’ve taken the time to read this haha

Thank you if you took the time to scroll through all of this i hope you had a laugh and that if you’re ever feeling down about your art to remember that we all start at the bottom and you can only go up from there no matter how long it takes you! Don’t give up and honestly just draw your truth <3

#long post #talk tag #art retrospective #this was really fun to make hahah

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