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heywriters · 10 months

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how to make a tumblr post (and get notes!)

Have never seen any post discuss these exact things, so i'm sharing my insights with y'all*

Use images. They don't have to be good or spectacular like this extremely coherent thing I just made. They just need to catch the eye break up dashboard monotony.

The gif search feature is an unreliable wild card at best and a NSFW eye gouge at worst, but it gives credit to the op of the gif

If you're an artist your whole post is your images, so skip to the links and tags section of this post because the rest won't help much.

-> Image Descriptions

When making a post that contains images, hover over an image and click the meatballs icon in the lower right corner of the image. Click "update description" to add a description. It isn't always necessary, but it is very courteous for a variety of accessibility reasons.

-> Text

Break up your text. Run-on sentences are standard here, lack of punctuation too, you can really do whatever you want, but avoid massive blocks of text. unless you've got a really incendiary opening line and the entire center of that granite chunk of text is actually comedy gold, hard-hitting tumblr journalism, or one of those zany confessional posts that can be followed up by the drive thru meme

break up

your text.

and go light on the ALL CAPS. save it for emphasis or when you're feeling very unhinged or saRcAStiC y'know how that goes, i don't need to explain it. this site has a very dry tone to its posts so caps are rare. also periods

Bullet points and numbered posts are good and fine. The "Chat" post option is used less often these days, but different groups found uses for it so it sticks around.

Titles Matter

they help break up text and put people at ease. they are best for informative, mature posts but can make you look like a square in more relaxed conversations. sometimes they are also great for emphasis in a comedic sh*tpost (censorship is entirely up to you, btw. you don't have to censor much on tumblr except titties and genitals).

Tumblr automatically shortens long posts now, but etiquette asks that you tag #long post if you want to avoid clogging up someone's dash. It don't matter too much though, this is the "color of the sky" site, so get used to posts being too long

That being said "READ MORE" is a fantastic feature. Use it when you want some level of privacy like "hey, only click below if you want to hear about my problems" or "click below to read my 18+ fanfic." Read more is also great in case you want to delete something forever. If a reblogged post has a read more, but op deleted the og post, that content is gone (readmore has to be on the og post at time of posting for this to work, btw; edits to og post do not span all reblogs)

the other bells and whistles like colored font or italics are helpful in improving text, but we don't really rely on them. every mode of looking at this site alters those aspects somehow so we often ignore them

-> Links

Hint: People don't want to click links. We don't know where they're taking us. Most of us are on our phone and don't want to open another tab or leave the app to go on the browser. We're cozy here on Tumblr and do not wish to be whisked away (unless it's a rickroll)

Don't leave the link thumbnail to do all the work, like so

add a little sneak peak info, maybe your favorite line from the article or a reason why it's important for people to know the info on the other side of that link. Sell it!

When you're adding a link into a list, i.e. no large thumbnail just a line of text leading you to another site, try not to copy/paste the link as is

"https://......"

No one wants to click on that it's gross and scary. It's screams "meh, i'll click later if i feel like it." If the build up to the link is too good to resist ("if you want to save the orphaned puppies here's the link") then that http mess is sufficient.

Otherwise, dress your links up a little by including the title or a description of what the link goes to:

Or, if it's an informal post where you're just popping info in to back up whatever insane thing you just said, just write something like "link here" or "(x)" and hyperlink it.

-> Tags

artists, writers, and other creators: leave a tag on your creative content that makes it easy for blog visitors to see it all at once. e.g. "My work" and we click on that while on your blog and see only your works

You can have up to thirty tags on any post. All will make your post show up in searches and followed tags (it used to be only the first five tags that got you traction). However,

Please. Do not tag everything you can possibly imagine being relevant to your post because

It's called tag spam and it's against TOS

Everyone here hates that

No one is going to check all those tags ever. Someone might search one five years from now and accidentally find your post hanging out in the ether and they'll still ignore it.

Your imagination is wicked tiny because I guarantee the perfect tag is going to be something indecipherable and seemingly niche.

Follow popular tags (or at least be aware of them)

If yours is an off-the-cuff post and you don't have time to find out what a niche group is into then wing it, sure, idc. this is also the shitposting site do whatever you want

Don't put your hate in the fan tags. This is the unapologetically-like-dumb-things site and your negativity is not wanted. You can still complain, just avoid tagging to get the attention of the fans of whatever you're complaining about. That enables pvp and even nonfans will know you deserve the backlash

-> Audio & Video

clickable by nature because we all love noise and moving images so there's no special way to share posts like this. just post them with good tags and maybe a one-liner, and they'll sell themselves

Tip: it's nice to add descriptions to these too but it isn't common

Protip: if the audio is the best part of the video (e.g. a baby burps REALLY loudly and it's hilarious) please caption or tag "Unmute!"

-> mkay bye

that's all i can think of right now. will update later if i remember something

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*this is year eleven of my time on tumbles and i studied marketing in college for like six of those years and have been applying that bupkis to tumblr ever since. every post i see that gets no traction and every lovely artist that goes nowhere on here bothers me so deeply and i sincerely want y'all to succeed <3 <3

+ If you find this helpful and want to support my blog, I have a ko-fi!

+ If you're concerned about my mental health from being on Tumblr so long and want to contribute to my "get better" fund, I have a ko-fi!

#writing #tumblr guide #tumblr etiquette #marketing #writeblr #authorblr #artists of tumblr #og #tongue in cheek #long post

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simaddix · 1 year

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*Pay Attention - Part 2 - Tutorial*

I was about to go back to my business and quietly leave y'all with a word of wisdom but the very next package I opened raised my hackles. So here we go, hold on to your seat.

Disclaimer for younger/sweeter - followers - this has language in it because I'm pissed... I apologize in advance.

49,282 Polycounts. That's 50K for a fucking basket!!!

It's pretty, it's beautiful, and I downloaded it because it's everything you could want out of a basket of lemons... whoever created it did an outstanding job... for a movie production.

NOT PC GAMES.

So let's fix it - and let's hold our creators and converters to a higher standard or send them along to a different platform where they can create without our bitching.

First off, there's 3 or 4 ways you can check polycounts.

1 - TSRW under Mesh tab

2 - S3PE (Pretty sure you have to have an addon to do this - I'll try to find it when I'm done and add the link) Under MLOD, right click and go down to Preview. It'll open up a window and you can view the model and the polycount.

3 - 3D Viewer on your computer

4 - Blender or Milkshape

Now that we have the ability to check our polycount - we're gonna fix this mesh. I'm not going to show you how to package it, there are other tutorials for that part, but this is VITAL to having a healthy game, and honestly, being a creator or converter for this game. I do understand that you have to have the knowledge before you can fix a problem, so here it is - literally handed to you in a basket. I also understand that there are creators/converters who don't post polycounts because they're afraid people won't download it - that is inexcusable. If that's the case then you will eventually be boycotted by the players who know better.

Alright, so step one - you're going to want to get into blender after exporting your mesh. You're going open the modifier properties and add a decimate modifier (the wrench circled in red, and the add modifier drop down menu).

Keep it in Collapse, not un-subdivide. It's gentler on the mesh itself and you'll get a lot farther with it. You're also going to want your UV map to match what you're doing with your mesh, in case you need it for selection (I'll explain that in a minute) and have faces tagged so the selection is easier.

Now that you have that set up, you're gonna want to remove unnecessary vertices. See the shadows on the bottom of the basket? Here's how to fix that - hit tab, press A to select everything, and then go to MESH/MERGE/BY DISTANCE. This removed 16,900 loose vertices that didn't need to be there.

Go back to your modifiers and add an edge split modifier and hit apply.

Boom - no shadows.

Now that that is all done you're going to go in to edit mode (tab) and press L while hovering over what you're wanting to select. This is going to select all of the islands in your UV, and it's the fastest way (that I've found) to quickly select pieces of your mesh.

When you have your whole group selected (you can also figure out at this point what pieces need alternate textures or groups for TSRW later in your packaging process) you're going to hit P-Selection. That's gonna split whatever you have selected into a separate group.

Now, you can do that to however many pieces you see fit, but for this I'm just gonna stick with two - the lemons and the basket itself. You're going to click the blue Ratio box - and type in .5 and hit enter. That will collapse your polycount in half - (you can move that ratio box lower if you wish, but this way is the gentlest way possible and I've gotten better results. So play with it and see for yourself if you wish to. ) - Now repeat the process until your mesh starts to lose quality, I tend to stop there unless I can push it a bit further without making it look bad.

Now repeat that process with all groups.

Given that this particular mesh was such high polycount and an intricate mesh, I could only manage to get it from 49,282 faces (polys) down to 18,860. This is absolutely not okay for TS3 - and I'm using as a lesson rather than using something that I can get down to an okay level - because this is what you're going to run into when getting meshes that start in the tens of thousands of polys. THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR TS3, it's beautiful, yes, but you are putting people's equipment at risk by advertising a mesh for a 13 year old game without disclaiming that it's dangerous for it.

This tutorial will absolutely work for most objects, and I've used this process for a couple of years now with success, but you have to be able to decide what you're willing to put into TS3. We have all of these tutorials for reducing lag in this old as dirt game, but NONE of that matters if you're carrying objects like this - no matter how pretty they are.

If you need it that bad, figure out how to make a version of it that CAN look as good as this with a little less detail (think the spirals in the wicker that is actually meshed rather than just textured), or ask a creator to make something for you.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. If I have the time, I try to help whoever comes into my inbox. If I can't help, there is a hoard of creators out there that probably can.

So have fun, CHECK YOUR CONTENT, and keep your computer safe.

And creators/converters - do better.

Edit to add - to the creators/converters who do put out their polycounts, or a disclaimer of high poly/photo use only - thank you. I do understand the need for high poly objects for photo-op purposes, and I'm not here to attack anyone's preferred gaming style. I just want people to be safe while they play, as there are those who don't know what they're putting into their games. Let's help ensure that everyone has a chance to play whether they're experienced creators or regular game-players.

Edit to add 2 -

To add a bit of context - I was able to get the reduced mesh even further by removing some of the intricate details of the mesh, to create a simpler version. This is now down to 5,270 - and it could be lowered even further by removing the top of the handle - which is 1700 by itself because it's spiraled. So when you're dealing with a high mesh object such as this, pay attention to what's really adding weight, and if you can replace/remove it without taking too much away. The shadows can be fixed in gimp as well.

#ts3 #ts3tutorial

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makerofmadness · 10 months

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People talk about needing to recognize terf rhetoric but I think y'all need to learn how to recognize proshxtter rhetoric too. I keep getting jumpscared by this stuff on my dash 'cus I blacklist proshxt-related tags so they stand out really easily. Even then often I'll see posts that say basically the exact same things as these proshxt posts that aren't tagged as such but I refuse to reblog them because I recognize the type of language used and the topics discussed.

Like bruh if people are complaining about "Puritanism" regarding fanfiction 9 times out of 10 they're just mad that people don't think there's any real benefit out of writing little jimmy x old man johnson smut fanfic with glorified prose going into detail on every stage of buttsex unless you're a groomer trying to use it to desensitize impressionable kids to pedophilia

they act like any form of fxcking moderation and standards is an attack against queer people, even when other queer people are complaining about this because most of us don't approve of kid diddlers either. Also Wattpad has rules and people still post gay mpreg constantly (which is not against the rules) so your point falls apart right there, stop trying to equate pedophilia with queerness you're setting our community back and playing into some of the very homophobic stereotypes that surround us. Just use a site that isn't ao3 for once in your lives and stop gaslighting yourselves into thinking that that's the only place where gay fanworks are allowed when clearly it's not. (No I am not blindly bashing ao3, I do think its tag filtering system is incredible and should be adopted by more websites in general because it really is a miracle for finding the kind of stuff you want. I'm just saying that I found it kinda pathetic how people treat it like any other site is fxcking 1984).

and these people act as if us not wanting child grooming material is equal to us saying that we don't think those topics should be covered at all. Obviously fxcking not, before any proshxtters try to say anything: I am literally one of the like three fans of the white day game series on here and those games cover some REALLY dark topics, including pedophilia. Among other things. The difference is in how it's handled. White Day covers it as a harsh reality and a dark facet of teenage life, one teen starts an affair with her art teacher and becomes pregnant, and she later takes her own life. Stuff like this does indeed happen in real life. And the game doesn't give detailed descriptions of sex scenes between them (which really isn't needed and doesn't benefit anyway except people who get off to it). It doesn't let itself become material used to perpetuate the very topic it discusses. Basically it's not gratifying.

i swear if I see like one more proshxt post on my dashboard I am going to actually try to make a guide to the dogwhistles and things to look out for, but for now I think I've discussed enough to make these posts a little more apparent. Obviously not everyone who reblogs these posts are proshxtters, but the inability to recognize the posts as being from these people is concerning.

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doublegoblin · 3 months

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OC In Fifteen

Big thanks to @angie-j-kay for the tag! Just gonna leave this open to anyone except for @asterhaze and @garthcelyn y'all get tagged always!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Gonna be grabbing for Alex from Rituals and Red Tape!

“First of all, congratulations, that is quite the accomplishment for a non-spire employee. However”- I stand over the sac as the paper floats over to him- “maybe next time you’re going to want to really vet who you are buying from because” -I kick open the bag and an iridescent lump of flesh rolls out from inside- “you have the wrong reagent man! C’mon!” I point down at the sub-par product with exaggerated movement/

“So did you contact me just to complain or was there something pressing?” I tried to make sure my smile was coming through my dry tone.

“What? No, I was just…recounting some important information to my lovely assistant.”

“Hey!” -I stomped my foot- “as per the last company-wide meeting we are allowed the secrecy of our own internal dialogues. Must I engage with HR on this matter?”

I tap my pen against the page, “Mah, please. I don’t want to have to fine anyone for being ‘a half decent host’. Now as I was saying, you and Pa have been having an issue with the harvest?

With a snicker I flicked away the jubilant spittle, “Good to see you too FF1D00E.” The head loomed back down for another round but I held my arms up in the appropriate orientation. “Easy, I’m here because Mah and Pah said you’ve been acting up” - circling the Fountain I patted along the ‘body’- “not producing as much water. What’s up bud? Blockage? Misaligned output orifice? Or are we maybe coming down with a virus?”

“By accordance with the regulations stated in the interdimensional interaction stipulation,” -golden chains wrap around him- “I hereby take the authority and administration of acting department head and place the subject; that being any entity that has gained entrance into this reality through means other than the standardized and allowed means and procedures; into bondage. Until at which time it can be determined through thorough investigation and inspection that there is no major break of the continuity; the rules which govern our existence and allowed interaction with the sphere of influence we reside in; and can be released safely back into whatever reality they emanate from.”

“Doesn’t work like that here.” Grabbing him by the back of his collar I drag him kicking and screaming into the void, everything grows dark and sensationless as the light on the other side becomes nothing more than a pinprick before we are consumed entirely.

“Well, good for you. Here I was thinking it had to do something with your little meeting with HR.” Tipping the glass up I waited with gaping maw for that last sweet droplet of nectar; she eluded me still.

Standing from the squat I stretched, “She’s my assistant, think of her as the second in command…well if we want to be technical, third, have you met Dave?” -I offer a hand down to him- “Do you need help standing?”

“Okay, so, the Spire is for a lack of a better term strange when it comes to dimensional representation. From far away it looks to go on forever into the vertical dimension but up close that changes to the horizontal. Where we are is what could be considered the intersection of those two impossibilities. Think of where we are as not a floor but more one of the many overlapping spaces that occupy one point. This spot being that place where all the intersections meet as one and where we can hop from one to another. In a way never truly moving as one may understand but shifting.”

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I glanced down at him, his face was buried in my sleeve and he was shivering.

“More or less. To simply put it, we are the ones who go out and make sure the rules aren’t being broken or left unaddressed. We stay pretty busy.” That last bit had a bite to it I wasn’t intending to place.

“It is then I arrived at the floor that separates our world from The Boards. In it I looked down and saw myself looking at my own feet a hundred times and more. Directly ahead I saw the back of my head ad nauseum. In the cold stone my hand touched it burned my essence. All around the world broke away, I atop the pedestal of an infinite darkness. In this moment, I was being judged. Angels, some call at least, swirling around me. Their wings and voices buffeted my core. Their words I could not understand, not at that time, but yet I knew them. Before me was an object; blunt, direct, simple. Grasping it I was but marble to be broken down. My shell of comfort was shattered and scattered. I was exposed in all ways. No longer marble, but clay.” I pressed a hand to my chest. “In this state I was molded and shaped. We managers are those that possess…something…that a particular Board member seeks. We are not employed, we are drafted.” His confused look was charming. “I took a hammer and bashed my head in with it.”

“Yes. Sorry something came over me. I didn’t answer your question though. Normally I would of course, even with you in tow. However, given the nature of what we are being called to do, I’m not entirely sure as to the stability of the area so thought it best to avoid any unneeded complications.” The crunch of small pebbles tugged at me. “Also, I hadn’t the foresight in that moment and we’ve been walking for long enough where it feels like a sunk cost. You don’t mind do you? I can door us there if you’d like.”

#writeblr #writing #rituals and red tape #original fiction #tag game

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luckylewis · 1 year

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consider this a speed-run of all things beta that may be causing legacy users issues. if there's anything else that needs explaining, i'll update this post! let's go beloveds. 🤭

🟠 BEFORE YOU SWITCH TO BETA.

if you've been previously using new xkit, you will need to download xkit rewritten. that can be found:

here for google chrome users.

here for mozailla firefox users.

once you've installed it, you can install whatever add ons are your preference from new xkit. the one that you'll need to install and enable to cut posts on beta is called trim reblogs and it looks like this:

🔴 SWITCHING TO BETA.

switching is pretty straightforward for any former legacy users and you only have to do it once.

step 1: new text post.

step 2: a pop up for the new editor will show in the top right corner. click lets go!

step 3: press let's go again.

step 4: voila, shiny new editor.

🟡 USING BETA.

for the most part, beta has condensed features of legacy to be more intuitive, which means you need to remember less keyboard shortcuts. once you've written anything in the editor itself, highlighting it will bring up this dropdown.

the list of functions in the vertical dropdown are for the following:

regular is tumblr's standard font.

bigger is, you guessed it, bigger.

i think u can figure what biggest is KSJGSHJ

quote is for if you want any part of your post to look like the quote function.

chat will turn your font into the chat format (typically used for text/sms threads!)

indented will put your paragraphs into a blockquote for those that prefer them.

bulleted list is how you create a bulletpoint list like this one you're reading.

numbered list is same as above but with (spoilers!) numbers. 😎

the list that goes horizontally is for the following:

s with a strikethrough allows you to strike through text.

b is for bolding (the keyboard shortcut still works for this).

i is for italicizing (the keyboard shortcut still works for this).

<s> is for small text (the keyboard shortcut no longer works)

the link symbol is for adding or removing links (will be utilicized further in the gif url section of this tutorial)

and the paint can symbol is for changing the font colour if that's something you want to do.

🟢 CUTTING POSTS WITH BETA.

for any of y'all that are like stark, we don't care ab this, we just wanna cut our damn posts. firstly, feel that. secondly, it needed it's own section so let's goooooo. once you get used to cutting posts on beta it becomes seamless.

there's two ways to do it.

the first one is: after drafting a reply.

the process for that is as follows:

step 1: draft your reply.

step 2: once the reply is drafted, locate the scissors symbol in the bottom row of functions.

step 3: click it and trim the post you want to be rid of, in this case for me it's my previous reply.

step 4: click trim! and hey presto, you have a cut post that's all pretty and ready for you to reply.

the second one is: after posting a reply.

step 1: go to reblog the post.

step 2: write a reply (a better one than this one SHGSHJ) and click reblog.

step 3: i know, i know, it looks like a triple reply but it only will for a second. just like step one, locate the scissors, click it, trim! your previous post and then it will be cut.

🟣 REMOVING THE URL FROM UNDER YOUR GIF IF YOU COPY AND PASTE ONE.

step 1: paste in your gif.

step 2: click the link button in the bottom left of the gif.

step 3: highlight or backspace and delete the url, click done.

step 4: no url under your gif.

⚪️ MISC ADDITIONS.

this is the button for read mores, for all u spicy legends.

this is to upload an image.

this is to post a song.

NEW FUNCTIONS BETA OFFERS:

editing tags: you no longer have to delete every tag that follows if you made a typo in one. siiiick.

auto saving drafts: a life saver (especially for this post!!) tumblr auto saves your post to your drafts as you type into it.

ANY OTHER Q'S:

feel free to hit me up and i'll help you if i can for anything specific!

this post will be updated with anything i forgot about.

#beta editor.

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anti-katsuki-lounge · 2 years

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Hello, I'm a BKDK stan here, and I'm have been stalking this blog for a while to read why you guys hate Bakugou. It's very interesting to me for now. There is a few things I would like to highlights since I saw some anons commenting on some certain subjects that I thought was interesting. I don't know if you guy only keep your hate of bakugou to yourself or going around telling it to people who like bkdk just because you feel the need to. Since if you did the later, I could only say that you guys are more trolls than people who just happens to hate a character. If not, than you can hate on him however you want because hey, you can and you have reasons to. But seriously, if you go out your way, go to a specific blog where people are enjoying what might not be your cup of tea or which you feel wrong about (but the things they are enjoying aren't defying any laws), just to go and voice your opinions and not let them enjoy their hobbies. Then, at that point, it is on you guys for actively trying to cause drama, vice versa for bkdk stans. To be real here, I felt a need to voice my opinions about this only because I want to truly see how you guys would react to this and make a quick reminder (due to me seeing a few anons being double standards about this). So, please don't hold double standards (not being able to take opinions of people who does like bakugou's character writing despite wanting them to listen to your's points,etc.) and stereotyping a bunch of people together (if you like bkdk you must be having a thing for abusive bastards, bad boy mthfckers that do no good,etc, for example), and just keep enjoying what you do lawfully. Keep hating and liking whoever you want, but please be civil about it.

Anyway, good day/night to y'all. English isn't my first language so pls don't mind if I have any wrong spelling and grammar.

Hi, thank you for the post 😊. You lay down some very important things that I do wanna discuss. I agree with everything you said. There is no reason for an anti to instigate conflict against a Katsuki or BkDk fan just cause of their ship. It’s rude and unnecessary. When it comes to shitting on Katsuki, I keep it in the appropriate tags cause it’s not my intention to ruin people’s enjoyment. I’m just here to bitch about a fictional character to those who decide to listen 😂. For those who don’t, then that’s perfectly fine. I also agree that stereotyping is bad. It’s why I differentiate between “Stans” and “fans”. At the end of the day, we should be civil like you said and simply exist in our own spaces. Sometimes we may interact due to Tumblr’s tagging system being a bitch or cause we’re genuinely curious about the other side, but as long as we’re civil, that’s fine.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou

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dnf-fic-recs · 1 year

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Hello! You are doing god's work, and I wanted to ask how you do it? As in, how do you go about finding the fics that people are asking about, is it down to memory and what you yourself (selves) are reading? Is there a team of people discussing an ask together, or a group chat to hash it out? And how much fanfiction do you need to read to keep up to date for the blog?

Sorry, I've just always been so curious as to how these blogs work! I was thinking about starting up one myself years ago for a different fandom but never did because I just didn't know how to start, so I'd be super stoked if you shed some light on it all! (you obviously don't have to answer though if you don't want to lmao)

So we are a group of 3 mods that run this account.

For finding books, I (mod sparkle) search through tags or if I recognise the books will search my history/bookmarks. I think a lot does come down to memory and help from our followers and each other of course! We don’t have a group chat but when a person asks for a certain type of fanfic, we leave it in our drafts for a while so the other mods can add any other fics that come to mind. I used to read fan fiction very often but have had to stop recently due to irl stuff with school but if I ever have time I will!

heyy its mod holiday here! i read a LOT of fanfic and kept a massive google docs of the ones i really like from mcyt and other stuff. i have VERY specific fanfiction standards so i generally recommend only stuff i think is genuinely good. i'll go through random troupes and search through the whole tag and click whatever looks interesting. i'd say my biggest downfall tho is that i only read completed works haha. same as sparkle, sometimes i recognize a fic and sometimes i run through tags that i think would be associated with it (ex. somebody wanted a dom gnf fic so i went thru the WHOLE gnf dom tag) and if not from there i pray one of y'all know it.

i (mod star) don’t read a lot of dnf fics anymore but am pretty familiar with ao3’s search system so the only things i can help with atm is searching for lost fics and if someone sends in a request for an older fic i might remember it! unfortunately it doesn’t seem like i’m super active only because most people are searching for 18+ fics and i, alas, am not 18 yet.

the #1 thing id recommend is getting an organization system for tagging and a set of tags you repeat for your own posts (like we do #dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fics etc.) the organized tags for fics (fluff fics, smut fics, etc) makes it super user friendly too :)

#not a fic #mod holiday #mod sparkle #mod star #star is inactive so just us!#hello it’s mod star here i’m not inactive #just not into dnf fics as much #asks #anon

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life-in-the-monster-haus · 2 years

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"i know she doesnt have a body any real person can have but you shouldnt bodyshame it!!" ok so does how someone treat a doll show how they feel about real peoples bodies or not??? @ that person not you

I don't know how to answer this because it's not directed at me.

But I'm gonna do it anyways.

I love Monster High with all of my cold black heart, HOWEVER one thing I have always had contempt for was how super thin the characters were.

On one hand, as an artist myself I get it! they aren't supposed to look like real people, they are stylistic skinny! but on the other hand - any style that does not allow for bigger characters is a garbage art style and whoever endorses it is a hack artist whom I refuse to respect.

That being said: the G1 doll bodies set an unrealistic standard for actual people to try and replicate and you all KNOW they did. I comb the MH tag pretty regularly and I have seen the most depressing eating disorder posts, pro-ana/mia propaganda, calorie counters to look like cartoon characters. it's not right, As someone who had an eating disorder in High school I refuse to let that social sickness ruin my happy place and I report these posts with extreme prejudice because I don't want that brainwashing that infected me to hurt anyone else, I didn't deserve that, NO ONE deserves that! I will shield this fandom from that poison with every fiber of my being.

The G1 bodies looked good while dressed but the nude dolls looked so awkward, there is only one person I can think of who looks like that, a French Model named Isabelle Caro, Should I perhaps message Ms. Caro to ask how she feels about having this one in a million body that she shares with a popular doll line?.... oh wait! I can't! Because she's fucking dead.

She was only 28 when she died. The cause? immunodeficiency due to anorexia. This poor woman needlessly died because of an obsession with being thin. Her death was not in vain though, 4 years after she died France (her home) put a ban on super thin models and in her later years Ms. Caro used her platform to denounce super thin models and warn others to not be like her. a beautiful person taken from us too soon.

I also have personal reasons for not wanting people to get the wrong ideal about super skinny bodies. When I was in High school I had a boyfriend with Anorexia, I loved him with all I had I told him he was beautiful and that I will love him, thin, fat, buff, whatever makes him happy... but my words fell upon deaf ears as the disorder was a lot louder than I was, he was so painfully skinny. 3 years later he had a heart attack and died. I'm not a doctor or nothing but maybe if he was sturdier he would have survived the attack and still be here with me... I don't know. But I would not wish this pain upon my worst enemy.

Now that you know -why- I am so highly motivated to protect others from this blight I hope you'll understand me a little better when I say that Mattel making their dolls thicker is good for everybody involved, there is literally no downside. People who are naturally skinny still get dolls to relate too but now so do other types of people! it's an absolute win! except for Muscular girls y'all kinda got the shaft - but fingers crossed Abbey brings us a new buff body! (which we need, we also need an even chubbier body too but I'm not going to hold my breath) We need every BODY to make our world work. G2 gave us a weak and pathetic attempt at meatier doll bodies, it was too little too late but an attempt was made!

Now... if you read all of this and your a thin person with hurt feelings (Like whoever sent this anon clearly is) you need to get over yourself buttercup. I'm a busy bitch and I don't have time to coddle thin people. Similar to how Black people should not have to tip toe around White folks because their precious white feelings get hurt when they're told they have privilege, I am not going to coddle the thin who make it sound like being told to "eat a sandwich" once in a GREAT while somehow compares to what People of Size face daily, I don't play in the Pain Olympics, there are no winners in the Pain Olympics only losers.

I just won't do it, it's exhausting and I'm already exhausted from navigating a world that doesn't want me to exist.

If your thin and normal I'm confident you can see where I'm going with this and won't wrongfully misinterpret my words as some thinly veiled skinny shaming (which isn't real) Unless you are a Bride in Uganda I don't want to hear a word about how hard life is being thin, that's it! that's the only group of people who I'll give a pass too. everyone else can get a grip and do some research yourself, I don't get paid enough to pander to curious but cowardly thin folks.

#(I don't get paid at all)#Anorexia Mention

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nayunbunnies · 2 years

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︴afternoon shower of love

Warnings: none! Enjoy :D sfw! (Just a bit of cussing hehe)

1st person pov <3

(These include some random hcs at the end that I added into the story 🥰)

Tags: eren, eren Yeager, eren jeager, eren reader, eren y/n, eren headcanons, aot, snk, tatakae,

Songs to listen to while reading b4 u start: swim -chase atlantic, sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

6:37 pm on a friday, the tv was the only other noise i heard, discluding the sound of the water hitting the ground inside the bathroom, a nice evening shower always does the trick for everyone, especially eren, he can go on about how cozy it feels to shower in the afternoon for hourrrs !

there was basically no plans that we had, everyone was just chilling at home, so me being the smart ass I am, what better way to enjoy time then try being an aesthetic person. i gathered blankets and pillows to make a blanket fort in our room while we watched stuff. The weather outside was pretty nice, maybe I can even go out for a walk to the park with eren.. If he decides not to be a dick of course.

*bzz*

*ssheeep*

*walk walk walk*

"Baby...? Why is the house so dark..?"

I heard a voice behind me, it was eren, a towel around his neck, grey sweatpants, no shirt. "The house is dark because I'm trying to watch dance mom's! But a certain someone had to interrupt.. " I replied putting extra sass in my tone. "First of all, your watching dance mom's WITHOUT me..? And second of all, sorry I was just trying to communicate to my significant other...?! " he replied with his arms on his waist like in the cartoons, causing me to giggle a bit. "Of coursee, it's so funny to see me mad" he said as he rolled his eyes.

"Okay now before you run away getting mad at me-" I say in the middle of my sentence "why would I be mad at you..? " eren responded interrupting me. "As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted *cough cough* we should build a blanket fort, and watch horror movies! We can even invite the gang, they're all free anyways"

"I would but uhhmmm, you knowww, I expect an apology rn! Men have standards too you know >:("

"Yes my dear I'm sorry, I was just joking with you as always"

"That's more like it angel"

That's itt! I know it's short but yeah ☺ here are the hcs as expected!

Some hcs added that aren't in the story bc y'all deserve to be spoiled

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Grumpy moody baby, always needs you to apologize after joking w him, he knows ur not serious, he isn't either, but when u listen to him his heart skips a few beats

During horror movies mf covers his eyes for half of the movie expecting to see something piss enducing

All baby wants to do is hold you during movie sessions :(

Since y'all invited friends over he switched up from moody sappy soft baby to, Ayo wassup bro. Especially since Jean, Connie, Sasha, Reiner won't let him see the end of it

#anime #eren yeager #eren fluff #snk eren #eren x you #headcanon #afternoon

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shins-rpc-sources · 1 year

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IMPORTANT INFO FOR THOSE MAKING NEW RP BLOGS

NOTE: because my other blog got term.i.na.ted i thought i'd go ahead and copy / paste this into a post on here and give a more clear and better understanding of everything.

as some of you are aware, anyone who makes a blog on or after of november 26, 2022 are unable to use LTE. if you've made a blog prior to this update, you will see an option to switch between BTE and LTE in the top right corner of their browser. it would look something like this for those who do have it:

what this means is that the staff is on the roll with fully implementing and enforcing the BETA TEXT EDITOR on everyone. not only that but i'm going to assume that they're going to be making a site wide update within the next month or two ( march at the very latest ). what this means is that literally everybody is going to be forced to use the BTE whether they want to or not.

and not only that but it's gotten to the point to where the new xkit is slowly but surely breaking for people because of how outdated it is and the staff enforcing us to use the BETA TEXT EDITOR. so i definitely recommend y'all going ahead and embracing BETA TEXT EDITOR as well as getting xkit rewritten for when the day actually make the site wide update for literally everybody.

so with that being said, here are a couple of addons i recommend y'all getting:

limit checker: this is an absolute life saver. i kid you not. it tells you the number of asks you sent as well as text / video / videos / etc. posts you've made among a few other things. it's super neat.

mass deleter: unfortunately this only deletes stuff from your drafts and queue but it's definitely worth getting if you have tons of stuff and / or are a hoarder.

mass unliker: i like to sort through my likes every once in a while tbh but if it gets out of hand and you tend to have 8,645,132,154,568 likes then feel free to use this so that you don't have to go through each and every thing in your likes.

mutual checker: do i really need to explain this one?? being able to see who you're moots with via dash is 1,000,000 times easier than going to your followers and CTRL + F nonstop.

tag replacer: having a mass tag replacer is, without a doubt, an absolute life saver. this is especially useful for us roleplayers who tend to change our aesthetics from time to time and have updated our tags. and even if you don't change your tags regularly it's still worth getting this.

tag tracking+: this lets you know when you've been tagged in something!! ah!! 10 out of 10 love it.

timestamps: this is a must for just about all of us in the tumblr rpc. it lets us know when those we follow / moots have posted! so that definitely helps out a lot. it also allows you to choose between the standard format and iso 8601 format, so there's that!

trim posts: thankfully this addon isn't as confusing as it was when first implemented. thankfully it's a lot more user friendly and easier to use now! but keep in mind that you cannot trim legacy posts in this. all replies have to be strictly done in BTE otherwise it's a one-sided editing spree. no exceptions.

there are a bunch of other little addons you can pick from as well but these are some that i use and can't seem to recommend enough tbh!

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zeldurz · 1 year

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AO3 First Lines Tag

Thanks to @alexx-dax for tagging me!

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

If u wanna share, please tag me! I want to see :)

This got super duper long so I'll pop this under a cut for y'all

1. Whatever it takes (ongoing fic) Chapter One:

Captain Gilad Pellaeon watched helplessly as the blood began to pool in Grand Admiral Thrawn’s lap, Ruhk’s blade protruding from his chest. Still paralyzed from Ruhk’s blow himself, Pellaeon could only watch as Thrawn’s eyes flicked between the battle beyond the viewport and the blade, a sad smile on his face.

“But it was so-“ Thrawn’s words were abruptly cut off as a medic slapped an oxygen mask over his face, another expertly stripping off the remains of his uniform as a third ran a scanner over the admiral, a concerned expression on their face.

Pellaeon watched as they worked, moving in sync as they sliced off the ends of the blade and cauterized the wounds. Thrawn didn’t so much as twitch even as the smell of burning flesh drifted across the bridge, and a cold fear gripped Pellaeon’s heart.

1.5 (and the most recent, Chapter 32)

Pellaeon wasn’t quite sure how many hours it was before the door of their cell slid open again, but when it did, he was surprised to find who walked through it. Even more surprisingly, Councillor Organa-Solo appeared not to be accompanied by her standard Noghri Guards - although it was possible they were still nearby, out of sight.

“We need to talk,” she said.

“It’s not as though we have much else to do at the moment,” Thrawn said drily, pushing himself up into a sitting position on the bench. It was taking an awful lot of effort, and Pellaeon wondered if he should move to assist, but Thrawn seemed to get wind of it and wave him off. “Particularly since our requests for legal counsel have gone unanswered.”

Councillor Organa-Solo left out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “ That is because your legal counsel would have told you this was a blatantly illegal arrest bordering on the kidnapping of a foreign leader.”

2. Reckless Abandon

The members of High Command rise from their chairs as you are escorted into the chamber. The decision has been made, and they were there to deliver it. None of them are happy about it, you could read it in their faces. But they are servants of the Empire, and will carry out their orders. Protocol alone demands that. The word is as you expected. Exile.

It seemed a bit harsh a punishment for a cup of caf, you thought to yourself. After all, it wasn’t like you meant to spill it all over Lord Vader, and you certainly hadn’t known that he needed all those blinking lights and whatnot to breathe…

3. Truth of the Matter

“Captain Pellaeon,” one of the medics said, “I need to speak with you.”

Pellaeon looked up from his after-action report with alarm. They had found Thrawn tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse, but other than a few bumps and bruises, he had seemed perfectly fine - even a little cheerful. If they had missed something…

“We have the results of Grand Admiral Thrawn’s blood tests,” he said hesitantly.

“And?” Pellaeon asked impatiently, trying to steal a glance at the private corner where they had tucked Thrawn away as soon as they arrived on the ship.

“And he’ll be okay, but he’s been dosed with an awful lot of serpetalol.”

“Serpetalol?” Pellaeon asked, frowning. It sounded familiar, but he wasn’t quite sure why.

“The truth serum. I think they didn’t know quite what the right dose was, because they gave him way too much for a human to be able to handle.”

4. Retirement

“I failed, didn’t I?” Che’ri asked, blinking away the last remnants of her third sight.

“I’m afraid so,” Thalias replied, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

All around the bridge, the officers of the Springhawk all wore similar expressions of sympathy and sadness, a quiet acknowledgement of the end of her career as a Sky-walker. She had known it was coming, and she had been preparing ever since she had returned to active service. Unlike many Sky-walkers reaching retirement, Che’ri knew exactly where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do with her future.

“It’s all right,” she said, smiling up at Thalias. “Really.”

Senior Captain Samakro placed a hand on her other shoulder. “Get some rest, Che’ri. We will discuss the future in the morning.”

5. Still On Patrol

There is a tradition in the US Navy - no submarine is ever considered sunk. Those that do not return home are considered to be “still on patrol”.

Captain Gilad Pellaeon sat at the conference table with the other Commanders of the Seventh Fleet, avoiding looking at the conspicuously empty spot at the head of the table. It was the first time they had gathered since the battle of Lothal, and there was a sombreness that hung in the air like a cloud.

“We’ll begin with the ship status reports,” Commodore Lagora said. “ Constrainer ?”

“We’re making good progress on repairs, Sir. We’ll be short a few ion cannons for a while, but we’re good to fly in a few days.”

“Very good.” Lagora turned to face Pellaeon. “The Harbinger? ”

“Similar situation, Sir. We’ve matched to patch up the hull, and we have almost completed repairs on the hyperdrive,” Pellaeon responded.

6. Unconventional Remedies

“You are ill,” Thrawn said, giving Pellaeon a critical look.

“No shit,” Pellaeon grumbled from under his blanket. He wasn’t even sure why Thrawn was here, standing in his personal quarters and staring at him like he was some sort of interesting bug.

“Your body temperature is abnormally high, but you are shivering,” Thrawn continued as if he hadn’t heard, “And your voice is hoarse.”

Pellaeon mustered up a glare in return. “I am aware, Sir. ”

Thrawn frowned at him.

“Why-” Pellaeon dissolved into a coughing fit, and it took a few moments for him to collect himself. “Why are you here?”

Thrawn set a bottle down on the bedside table. “I am here to look after you. Drink.”

7. Second Thoughts

“It’s not too late to leave, you know,” Gilad said, nudging Thrawn gently in the side. “I’m not holding you hostage here.”

Thrawn glanced around the room - mass-produced, uninspired artwork lined the off-white walls, contrasted with the grey chairs and beige tiled floors - and tried to clamp down on whatever nervous tick had caused his partner to comment. “You say that as though this was not your idea, Gilad,” Thrawn pointed out, trying to figure out if the receptionist was only pretending to look as bored as she appeared. “And as though it did not require a significant amount of convincing on your part.”

“Which is why I’m reminding you that you don’t have to go through with it,” Gilad said, and Thrawn could hear the slight strain of impatience in his voice. “This is only going to work if you’re committed.”

Thrawn glared at him. “I assure you, I am committed to fixing this… imperfection.”

8. Introductions

Newly minted Ensign Amiki Solaris looked nervously around the room. She had never been a fan of arbitrary team-building exercises - she felt it was a waste of time to get to know people who would be reassigned within a few months, and she didn’t particularly enjoy small talk, especially not with officers of much higher rank. But orders were orders, and Amiki forced herself to take a deep breath and listen to what the session facilitator was saying.

“We’ll go around the circle, state our names, rank and position, and one fun fact about ourselves,” he was saying. “I’ll start. I’m Commander Warwick Deniar, first officer aboard the Tetra. A fun fact about me is that I’m double jointed in both my thumbs.”

Commander Deniar promptly then demonstrated this anomaly by bending his thumbs back in an unnatural and revolting way, much to Amiki’s displeasure.

9. Hidden Scars

Pellaeon’s door chimed. It was an odd hour for guests, he thought as he rose to answer it, and people rarely came to visit him anyway. The door slid open to reveal Thrawn, his hand pressed to his side and a suspicious red stain growing down the side of his tunic.

“I require your assistance,” he said simply, before stepping into Pellaeon’s quarters.

Pellaeon eyed him skeptically, his gaze lingering on Thrawn’s side. “We do have doctors, you know. They would probably be more helpful.”

Thrawn ignored him, moving further into Pellaeon’s quarters. “You do have a first aid kit, do you not?”

“Well yes, but I hardly think…”

“Get it,” Thrawn said, and Pellaeon knew an order when he heard one.

10. Whatever it takes - Another Perspective: Luke

The tide of darkness swept towards them with unfathomable speed, winking out lights across the Coruscant skyline. From where Luke stood on his sister’s balcony, he could see the shadowy figures emerge, clawing their way up the walls of the tower towards him and his family. Their Noghri guards fought valiantly, but each figure got closer and closer, reaching out to take the twins away from their mother’s arms. Luke ignited his lightsaber, fighting them off as best he could, but there were simply too many shadows. He watched in horror as one reached out towards his sister, too far for him to save her…

Thanks again for the tag!!

#stuff i wrote #how many tag games does it take to beat writers block #asking for a friend

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nevermindirah · 3 years

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Do you have any thoughts on the use of AAVE for Nile (or lack thereof) in TOG fanfiction? I've been reading some Book of Nile fic and some writers seem to write her as a Millennial™ (using words like "fave" and "woke") but never acknowledge her Blackness in her patterns of speech. I know we don't see her use as much AAVE in the films, but I would argue she's in situations where code-switching would be valued (first in a "professional" environment in the army, then around a group of non-Black strangers).

Hi anon! I have many thoughts on this and I'm honored you asked me! But I should start by saying I'm white and any thoughts Black fans and especially Black American fans have on this that they want to share would be beyond lovely. (I'm not gonna tag anybody bc that feels rude but please add onto this post if any of y'all see this and want to!)

The main reason I personally avoid AAVE for Nile in my own fics is because I'm not Black. But Nile-centric fics by Black writers tend to avoid using much of it too, at least from what I've noticed/understood, and my guess is it's largely for the reason you mention, that she's in situations that encourage code-switching.

In movie canon Nile is highly competent at tailoring her language to each situation she finds herself in. This fantastic linguistics analysis meta shows how skillfully Nile chooses her vocabulary and grammar to meet her goals with different conversation partners in different contexts. In comics canon Nile had a bunch of different civilian jobs before joining the Marines, so she would've had experience code-switching in the ways that made sense for all those different contexts as well as the Marines and her family and high school and wherever else she spent her time before we met her. And now she's spending her time with a handful of immortals none of whom are native English speakers and a fellow Black American but one with a Queen's English UK accent whose professional experience is in the CIA where high-status code-switching is often an absolute must for success or even survival.

Fics featuring Nile are charged with extrapolating from that to how it might show up in her use of language that she's coping with a traumatic separation from her family and her career and pretty much everything she's ever known and now she needs to be able to make herself understood to people who seem to care about her and each other but are super duper in crisis, three (soon to be four) of whom predate Modern English entirely and the only one who's anywhere near her contemporary she's not supposed to talk to for a century. All of these people are telling her that pretty much any contact with any mortals poses an existential threat to her and the rest of the group. How the FUCK is she supposed to cope with that, like, generally? And would it be a more effective way for her to cope if she talked to Andy Joe and Nicky using the speech patterns that she used to use with her mom and brother, to at least retain that part of her identity even if it means having to do a lot of explaining, or would it meet her needs better to prioritize Andy Joe and Nicky understanding what she means with her words over using the particular words and grammar forms she used with her family?

I've seen several fics, both Nile-centric / BoN and otherwise, explore this a little bit in how/whether Nile uses Millennial™ speak. It's often a theme in Nile texting Booker despite the exile because of the popular headcanon that he as The Tech Guy is the only other immortal who understands memes. But Nile's much-younger-than-Booker mom probably uses Boomer and/or Gen X memes and Andy has been adapting to new communication styles for forever as evidenced by her canon high level of fluency with standard-American-accented English.

Which brings us back to people avoiding AAVE because they're not Black and they don't want to make mistakes (or they're not Black and they don't want to get yelled at for making mistakes, though I think many people overestimate how much they'll get yelled at while underestimating how much these mistakes can hurt). I can imagine some Black fans hold back from using much AAVE in fic because they don't want to share in-group stuff with white people who are likely to then adopt and ruin it, as white people so often do with Black cultural stuff. Some links about this including a great Khadija Mbowe video. I'm saying this gently, anon, because you might not know: woke, an example you cited as Millennial™ speak, is AAVE, and that's gotten erased by so many white people appropriating it and using it incorrectly online.

And also there's the part where fandom is a hobby and you never know when you're reading a fic that's the very first thing someone's ever written outside of a school assignment. This cultural considerations of language shit takes a level of effort and skill that not everybody puts into every fic, or even could if they wanted to because they haven't had time to build their skills yet. It's definitely easier for non-Black fans to project our millennial feels onto Nile than to do the layers of research and self-reflection it requires to depict what Blackness might mean to Nile, and it's not surprising that often people sharing their hobby creations on the internet have gone the easier route. There's not even necessarily shame in doing what's easier. It's just frustrating and often hurtful when structural white supremacy means that 3-dimensional Black characters are rare in media and thoughtful explorations of them in fandom are seen by the majority of fans as not-easy to make and therefore Nile Freeman, the main character in The Old Guard (2020) dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood, has the least fic and meta and art made about her of our 5 main immortals.

I've been active in different fandoms off and on for twenty years and I barely managed to write 5,000 words about Sam Wilson across multiple different fics in the 7 years since I fell in love with him. There's an alchemy to which characters we connect with, and on top of that which characters we connect with in a way that causes us to create stuff about them. Something about Nile Freeman finally tipped me over the edge from a voracious reader to a voracious writer. It's not for me to judge which characters speak to other individuals to the level of creating content about them, but I do think it's important for us to notice, and then work to fight, the pattern where across this fandom as a whole Nile gets way less content, and way less depth in so much of the content that's in theory about her, than any of these other characters.

Anyway, back to language. My two long fics feature Nile with several Black friends — Copley and OCs and cameos from other media — but all of those characters except Alec Hardison from Leverage aren't American. It's very possible I'm guilty of stereotyping Black British speech patterns in I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore. I watched hours and hours of Black haircare YouTube videos in the research for that fic and I modeled my OCs' speech patterns on what I heard from some of those YouTubers as well as what I've heard people like John Boyega and Idris Elba saying in interviews, but the thing about doing your best is you still might fuck up.

I'm slowly making progress on my WIP where Nile and Sam Wilson are cousins, and what ways of talking with a family member might be authentic for Nile is a major question I need to figure out. For that, I'm largely modeling my writing choices on how I hear my Black friends and colleagues talking to each other. I haven't overheard colleagues talking in an office in a long-ass time, but back when that was a thing, I remember seeing a ton of nuance in the different ways many of my Black colleagues would talk to each other. Different people have different personalities! And backgrounds! And priorities! A few jobs ago my department was about 1/3 Black and we worked closely with Obama administration staff many of whom were Black and there was SO MUCH VARIETY in how Black people talked to each other, about work and workplace-appropriate personal stuff, where I and other white coworkers could hear. There are a few work friends in particular who I have in my head when I'm trying to imagine how Sam and Nile might talk to each other. From the outside looking in, God DAMN is shit complicated, intellectually and interpersonally and spiritually, for Black people who are devoting their professional lives to public service in the United States.

One more aspect of this that I have big thoughts on but I need to take extra care in talking about is the idea of acknowledging Nile's Blackness in her patterns of speech. There's no one right way to be Black, and Nile's a fictional character created by a white dude but there are plenty of real-life Black Americans who don't use much or even any AAVE, for reasons that are complicated because of white supremacy. (Highly highly recommend this video by Shanspeare on the harms of the Oreo stereotype.)

Something that's not the same but has enough similarity that I think it's worth talking about is my personal experience with authenticity and American Jewish speech patterns. My Jewish family members don't talk like they're in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, and I've known lots of people who do talk that way (or the millennial version of it), some of whom have questioned my Jewishness because I don't talk that way. That hurts me. Sometimes when another Jew tells me some shit like "I've never heard a Jew say y'all'd've," I can respond with "well now you have asshole, bless your Yankee-ass heart," because the myth of Dixie is a racist lie but I will totally call white Northerners Yankees when they're being shitty to me for being Southern, and this particular Jew fucking revels in using "bless your heart" with maximum polite aggression, especially with said Yankees. But sometimes I don't have it in me to say anything and it just quietly hurts having an important part of me disbelieved by someone who shares that important part of me. The sting isn't quite the same when non-Jews disbelieve or discount my Jewishness, but that hurts too.

Who counts as authentically Jewish is a messy in-group conversation and it doesn't really make sense to explain it all here. Who counts as authentically Jewish is a matter of legal status for immigration, citizenship, and civil rights in Israel, and it's my number 2 reason after horrific treatment of Palestinians that I'm antizionist. But outside that extremely high-stakes legal situation, it can just feel really shitty to not be recognized as One Of Us, especially by your own people.

It can also feel really shitty to be The Only One of Your Kind in a group, even if that group is an immortal chosen family who all loves each other dearly. Sometimes especially in a situation like that where you know those people love you but there are certain things they don't get about you and will never quite be able to. I'm definitely projecting at least a little bit of my "lonely Jew who will be alone again for yet another Jewish holiday" stuff onto Nile when at the end of I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore she's thinking about being the only Black immortal and moving away from the community she'd built with a mostly-Black group of mortals in that fic. Maybe that tracks, or maybe that's fucked up of me.

Basically, this got very long but it's complicated, writing about experiences that aren't your own takes skill which in turn takes time and practice to build, writing about experiences not your own that our society maligns can cause a lot of harm if done badly, it can also cause a lot of harm when a large enough portion of a fandom just decides to nope out of something that's difficult and risky because then there's just not much content about a character who deserves just a shit ton of loving and nuanced content, people are individuals and two people who come from the exact same cultural context might show that influence in all kinds of different ways, identity is complicated, language is complicated, writing is hard, and empathy and humility and doing our best aren't a guarantee of avoiding harm but they do go a long way in helping people create thoughtful content about a character as awesome and powerful and kind and messy and scared and curious and WORTHY as Nile Freeman.

#nile freeman #linguistics #TOG POC Love Fest #nileweek2021 #tog meta #tog #long post #mine #antiblackness #jewish things #hi i'm an antizionist jew no i don't really want to talk about it

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kemakoshume · 2 years

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「𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤」 (bokuto x f!reader)᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘᠃ a/n; i wrote this to procrastinate from writing my other chaptered fics :'D i get overwhelmed with how much i wanna add to ch fics so i needed a crack fic break. enjoy! xox // network tag(s): @anime-central <3 @hanayanetwork <3 @hqintheclub warnings; actually more suggestive than nsfw i guess but minors DNI anyway. crack, frats/sororities, mentions of sex but no like big sex scene (imma be honest with y'all... i rly didn't feel like writing one just for the sake of having it in here lmao sry), choking... gone wrong (but no one dies). time skip spoilers (names of new members and teams and stuff) — sakuatsu & kagehina are in this [3.4k words] ~

There were originally three rules in the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house:

Uphold the fraternity standards & bylaws* and hold your brothers accountable to these standards.

Honor the assigned quiet hours, chore wheels, & don’t enter people’s private spaces without asking. In summary: keep your shit clean and don’t be a dick.

A. School — stay at least part-time in your credit hours, keep up with whatever PhysEd major you’re taking, and keep your GPA above a 3.0; if you need any help studying please for the love of god speak up. B. Sports — Stay active in a team partnered with the Fédération Internationale de Volleyball (obviously MSBY—if you made it this year—go Jackals), or an accredited team in your sport of choice.

*Except for the bylaws about drinking. Fuck that noise. We’re all adults & we’re getting smashed.

Then, due to some extraneous circumstances, the executives had to add two more:

*** Per our landlord (yes she included the bold and all caps): “KEEP THE FUCKING TO A MINIMUM.” Apparently, our lovely Sigma Chi neighbors can hear us & we’re disrupting their quiet hours, so make it hard for us to know that you’re doing it if you’re doing it. Also, not a house rule just a moral reminder: consent is key gentlemen.

Please refrain from breaking the beds and/or bed frames (or shower doors, Atsumu). They’re expensive.

*Partners are still allowed, just be quieter if you can help it.

You and your boyfriend have some issues navigating the new additions.

Bokuto has been a member of Sigma Phi for about a year now. He’s been your boyfriend for about six months. Six long months that proceeded three months of “courting,” as your sorority house mom and your sorority president, Alisa, had put it—all of which culminated in lots and lots of raucous, euphoric, occasionally ethically questionable, noise-complaint inducing sex.

It was officially time for you, amongst some others, to pay the piper for that.

“Alright guys, thank you all for coming down. I asked both you and your partners here today to go over some changes to the house rules; since some of them also involve you ladies, and gentlemen—hello Kageyama, congrats on your team’s win last Friday—it seems right to have you all here for this at once. Plus, you’re normally here anyway so why not.” Meian walks to the side of the couch, changing the slide on the projector screen illuminating the blank white wall of the living room to the ‘Da Rules’ section.

“So, as you can see, we have two new rules on top of the old ones. Read them yourself—let me know if there are any questions after you do.”

You looked up at the screen, scanning your eyes over the words on the slide carefully to make sure you understood exactly what the fraternity president was saying via the changes. Bokuto sat next to you, his fingers slotted into yours. All of the other members of his fraternity, both single and non, gathered around you scrambled and laid across the living room furniture. Those that weren’t single had their partners cozied up to their sides as well, looking much like you and your own boyfriend did.

A few faces around you furrowed, including yours and Bokuto’s, as everyone finished reading the slide in full.

“Wait… so we can’t have sex here anymore?” Atsumu speaks up, cuddled underneath Sakusa’s arm. “I thought that was only a stupid rule for the sorority houses, just like that sexist “no booze for them but it’s okay for us” bullshit. When did this happen?”

His question is followed by a wave of voices all filling the space asking similar questions. With the better part of forty-odd people in the room, it’s almost deafening for a moment. “Oh my god, shut up,” Meian says, his temperate voice loud even without needing to yell. He began rubbing roughly at his temples. “Did none of you read the asterisk for the sex part? It literally says right here that ‘Partners are still allowed, just be quieter if you can help it.’ Okay?” the leader says, looking around the room for objections. All he sees is the dejected look of newly minted adults back.

You look up at Bokuto, batting your lashes softly in very visible disappointment. It wasn’t like you needed to be loud, you just couldn’t help it. He fucked you too good to not make noise; sure, there were ways to mitigate it, but having the option to be vocal for him all but taken away from you, solely because your other sorority sisters—give or take a few—were fucking lame, was not it.

“I’ll go over there and give my dear sisters a fat kiss with my knuckles,” you speak up, gritting your teeth. “Think that would solve their issues?”

The few girls in the room that you know from your own greek life nod, mischief painted on their faces just like it was on yours.

Meian sighs, “Look, we have to be respectful of our neighbors. Some of which house quite a few of you lovely ladies sitting here right now, so if you have an issue with the noise complaints, plural, then take it up with your Sigma Chi sisters, sans violence, and your house mom. Have fun with that argument when she makes you take it up with your executive board. I’d love to see how hard you push back on this if it comes to that.”

Atsumu groaned, throwing his head back against the couch with his hands rubbing at his eyes, rocking back into an upright position with his elbows on his knees.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” he says, talking more so out loud and to the rest of you than at the president. “We pay almost two-grand a year, each, to be in this frat and live in this house, not even including the day-to-day money stuff—and you’re telling me I can’t fuck my boyfriend as loud as I want behind my own closed doors? Please.”

“Ha,” Inunaki scoffs, chuckling to himself, “nice to finally get confirmation that Ku is the receiver there. Never would’ve guessed. You both sound like you’re taking it with how loud you are Tsumu.”

The twin scowls at the libero, his fingers twitching to flick the upperclassman in the center of his forehead. He relents, knowing that the older man could beat his ass if he tried. His years of training by fighting his brother would amount to nothing.

Bokuto clears his throat, sitting up straighter in his seat to address the chapter president. “So, not to be a dick about it but, uh, Atsumu has a point. We do pay to be here. We all follow the chapter rules, and besides, it’s not our fault the Chi girls—well, the other Sigma Chi girls, can’t hang. We don’t bitch about it when they have trivia night over there and scream shit about physics and mammals or whatever all night. Why do they get to tell us what to do in the privacy of our bedrooms?”

You nod along, jutting out your chin indignantly. You had plenty of love for your sorority and your sisters, but you were stifled enough within the insanely strict, explicitly sexist, utterly infuriating greek life bylaws that only seemed to affect the sororities, but not the fraternities somehow (even though they—other frats, not your boyfriend’s—were the ones that tended to be the cause of national news level scandals). Making the trek across the lawn to shack up in Bokuto’s bedroom was a whole different sea of freedom and opportunity that you just weren’t afforded as a sorer.

Paying money to be parented by a greek life system that didn’t understand that women could handle themselves with freedom, and to now have your freedoms oppressed even further in a house your boyfriend paid to keep running… man, fuck that. You joined greek life for the parties, the networking opportunities, and the community. You didn’t join for this shit.

Meian sighs, turning off the projector and flipping on the lights. He comes around the couch to sit on the arm, looking at all of you scattered around the large room. “Well, that’s the issue. The doors are closed, but the windows aren’t. Also, the walls are shit, the pipes carry noise outside, and all of you sound like you’re auditioning for America’s Next Top Pornstar during the weekends, and during the week in between practices—hello, again, Kageyama.”

The man shakes his head, sinking into his seat where Hinata is wrapped around him like a koala, grumbling something under his breath.

“Look, point-blank, keep the noise to a minimum, at least during the week. This isn’t just coming from me, we had a whole exec board meeting over this, and the landlord can and will kick us out of here if there are too many noise complaints filed on us with the city. Do you wanna go back to living in dorm rooms? Because I don’t. So, suck it up,” he says, a sense of finality in his tone. “You’re all dismissed.”

With that, the president leaves—stalking his way out of the backdoor and down the stone-step pathway out to the small man-made lake behind the fraternity house.

You all look around at each other in the room, small groans and whines coming from almost everyone in the space; well, those with dedicated partners at least.

“Well, sucks to be you guys,” Adriah said, lifting himself off of the floor. “Looks like there is more than one benefit to fucking older women that have their shit together already. See ya!”

He left as well, along with most of all the other single members of the frat. The rest of you loitered around the living room, talking and bitching about things amongst yourselves.

“I wonder if this whole thing will be on a recycle strike system like the other behavior-based rules,” Bokuto said, pulling you into his lap as you moved to sit on the floor. “Like… you can fuck up three times before getting your shit fucked but the strikes refresh every ninety days or whatever.”

A few of the boys hummed, some moving around the room picking up little trash things off the floor, while a few others handed beers around to those who wanted one.

“It might be,” Hinata said, his hair squashed by the weight of Kageyama’s chin resting on the crown of his head. “But, Meian probably won’t clarify until one of us breaks the rule so we can’t try to abuse the strikes beforehand. Fuck, he’s an evil genius.”

Inunaki chuckles, making his way across the room to go out the back exit door. “I don’t see why you’re all already trying to skirt around this one rule so hard. The board didn’t make this decision lightly; we know you’re all adults and deserve to have fun, but you did sign on and agree to rule changes, and at the end of the day this wasn’t really up to any of the admin. Just experiment with fuckin’ ball gags and embrace the wondrous world of asphyxiation or something if you really can’t keep it down—just, be careful! Be safe, don’t die.” The treasurer opened the door, only getting halfway out before he turned around again. “Just saying, you don’t have to alert the whole neighborhood that you’re fucking to prove to each other that it’s good! I promise.”

With that, he leaves, and you slump against Bokuto’s chest. Twiddling your thumbs together as you let your throats roam; pondering the older man’s words as you sit in their wake.

Choking. You’d never done that. What better time to try it?

“Hey Bo,” you whisper, turning in your boyfriend’s lap to whisper in his ear, “I think Shion might be on to something. Wanna go to your room for a little bit before dinner? Try some things out? Maybe… Youtube some stuff, watch some visual examples?”

His eyes darken to a medallion gold, looking down at you. He slides his hand along your jaw, gripping your face lightly to pull you into a mildly heated kiss. Through the slight daze of being kissed breathlessly by your partner, you do manage to note the sound of other kisses being shared in the room.

Looks like you’re all on the same page.

Bokuto breaks the kiss, his hand already underneath your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your soft tummy. “Hey guys, we’re gonna—” he said, stopping in his verbal tracks as he looked over to see nearly every couple left in the room making their way off to separate corners of the house—some even opting to go outside. The quickly approaching darkness of early-winter nightfall and the glorious lack of summer bugs made it easy to have some fun outdoors as well.

Looks like you all were really on the same page.

Bokuto stood the two of you up, grabbing your hand to lead you up the side staircase to his upper floor bedroom. The only two left in the room after you’d gone were Atsumu and Sakusa, holding each other in their arms as they kissed and cuddled around the kitchen.

You pretended not to see Atsumu dipping down to balance on his heels in front of his boyfriend as you ascended the stairs.

So, Youtube does in fact not have all the answers. Porn, even less so.

A little protip in case you needed confirmation on this: having your boyfriend—your boyfriend with no pro-dom experience—choke you to keep you quiet during sex… not a great idea. Even with both written and visual examples under your belt on how to do the thing, experimenting with heavier dominant aspects of sex is always best taught slowly, and by a professional.

You did not do things slowly or watch anything that came from a professional.

You can hear your boyfriend panicking, running next door into Hinata’s room with insane urgency. Though, despite how his panic may have made things seem, you were actually fine. You felt the slightest soreness blooming around your neck— where his hands had just been—and from his yelling pre-bolting out of the room you could tell your lips had the slightest tinge of blue developing on them, but you were actually breathing completely fine; the oxygen just needed a moment to fully flood back into your brain and up through to the surface of your skin.

Five more minutes of that and then maybe things would be a different story. Though Bokuto, understandably, thought he had accidentally murdered you, despite seeing your eyes open and responsive.

“Help! She… I think she’s hurt, and—fuck, less important detail but I’m gonna go to fucking jail!”

You chuckle as you hear him running door to door, asking for someone, anyone of his roommates to come help, and to call the emergency services line. You feel the subspace—the little elevation of epinephrine, endorphins, and enkephalins in your brain—beginning to alleviate itself a bit as you manage to sit up in bed, draping a blanket across your body to cover up, sipping at the water he had sitting on his bedside table when he launches himself back into his bedroom, tears running down his incredibly handsome, perfectly himbo-ish, face.

“Baby!” he yells, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist. His head is laid against your boobs, sobbing uncontrollably into your chest.

“Honey,” you say back, giggling as he continues with his tears. “Why are you crying?”

He sobs harder at your question, squeezing you just a bit tighter. Before he can answer, a few of his roommates come barreling into the room with an emergency worker in tow as they practically push the man into the bedroom. You can hear the sounds of basically everyone in the house running around trying to be of some assistance in the background.

“Hi,” the paramedic says, his voice soft and sweet, “My name’s Kenjiro. I’m just gonna take a look at you really quickly if that’s okay. Please remove the grown man from your front side and take off your bracelet for me please.”

Bokuto very reluctantly moves out of the way, sitting at the end of the bed by your feet as the healthcare professional starts to measure your vitals.

“So, can you tell me what happened in your own words,” he asks you, his eyes noticeably looking above your head to the slight indents forming in the wall from the (now cracked) headboard smacking against it—despite the little blocks you’d put in place to keep it from doing that.

You run through the tale of the evening, your cheeks and chest blooming with heat as you notice the small group of boys still standing outside of the room—some just standing ideally around while some are on the phone, and a few speak to the other paramedic that had come by as backup.

“I’m fine, honestly!” you say, your voice lower than normal from the strain you’d allowed your boyfriend to put on it. “We just tried something new and it didn’t exactly go as planned.”

“Something, meaning asphyxiation?” the paramedic asks, his face looking subtly smug. He places a blood pressure cuff on your arm, starting up the device as he puts a little clamp on the tip of your finger.

“Yes, that. I got a little… out of it, and didn’t tell him to stop when I got dizzy and I guess I was still making noise so he didn’t notice, and… yeah. Totally consensual, if that’s what you’re worried about. We’re just stupid and got a little carried away.”

The man chuckles, looking over at your boyfriend who’s three shades paler than he normally would be and looking like the human personification of anxiety.

“Well, that’s good. I don’t see anything that would allude to any unsavory actions. Nothing’s broken, you’re able to speak to me just fine, and your levels are back up. So, I think that’s all from me. Just be more careful next time. Maybe shelve the kinky stuff until you’ve researched it more.”

You slump against the pillows nestled behind your back in Bokuto’s bed as the healthcare team leaves, leaving only you and Bokuto—and all of his frat brothers—in the home.

“So, she’s fine?” Hinata quips, shirtless with messy hair that presumably meant you’d interrupted their fun. Atsumu comes up the stairs leading to your room two at a time, Sakusa close behind as he asks much of the same.

Bokuto explains for you that things are fine, and you both apologize for making everyone worry.

“Well, good. Meian and Inunaki both do know about this now though, so just FYI… I’d expect a little meeting about this later.”

You both nod, sighing and sinking into the sheets together again as the men all scatter back to their own little corners of the house, leaving you two to the silence of his room.

“Maybe we should stick to the ball gag idea next time,” you say, mischief clear in your eyes as you cuddle your boyfriend.

He chuckles, pulling you onto his chest to kiss every part of your face. “Not a chance in hell on that one.”

So, fast forward two days, and a lot of security camera footage review, later—the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house has three more new rules.

6. From now on, you break it, you buy it. No more sponsor money will be allocated towards sex-related property damage.

7. The rooms will be soundproofed on Saturday. Obviously having sex quietly & not causing bodily injury is too hard for you for some reason, so we’re making it easier on you. Once the soundproofing is done, no more sex outside of your soundproofed rooms; not in the bathrooms, not in the backyard, not in the kitchen… you gross little heathens. Also, a reminder: close your windows and the blinds before you do it. The elders that walk the campus for exercise can see you & they have complained.

8. No more almost murder in the frat house. My heart can’t take this.

And all any of you could say in return was, "yeah, we deserved this.”

yaaay that was that. a little mental break from working on my chaptered fics bc they're all becoming their own little beasts. i crossposted this on ao3 — bookmark it if you'd like to have it in case something ever happens to this blog (god forbid). tyty for reading xox

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sincerelyella · 3 years

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My Person (Liam x MC)

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Song Inspiration: My Person by Spencer Crandall

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella) Summary: A one shot of my favorite couple - it’s Liam and Ella’s anniversary and there are big plans in store.

A/N: Okay, I’m gonna be very honest, I am super nervous about posting again. I wrote this maybe last week and kind of finished it earlier today. Thank you to those that I vented to about actually posting my stories, not sure why I feel really sick right now. New blog name (used to be @callmeellabella), new post LOL and I didn’t really know who to tag since it’s been a long time so I’m using my old list. Please let me know if you want off.

A/N2: Participating in @wackydrabbles this week. Prompt will be in bold.

Thank you @alyssalauren and @ofpixelsandscribbles for reading through this for me and kind of handing me that invisible paper bag for me to breathe in. Love y'all!

Warnings: Fluffs. A lot of fluffs.

Words: 1658

Isaiah and Noelle grinned as they filmed their parents in the seat in front of them, holding hands. After 15 years of marriage, Liam and Ella were the epitome of the best partners to each other and parents to their children. There were rough times, of course, you can’t escape those, but the King and Queen handled things in stride.

Noelle’s eyes filled with tears when she watched her dad lift her mom’s hand to his mouth and kiss her knuckles. The way he looked at Ella, like she was the only woman in the world, made Noelle have very high standards for a future partner for herself.

Isaiah grew up knowing how you were supposed to treat a woman, and it was all modeled from how his dad treated his mom. At 15 years old, he grew up in the public eye, but thankfully, his parents allowed him to have a normal childhood. The only time there was mention of royalty was a gala or a ball held at the palace; his Uncle Leo, Max, and Drake as well as his Aunt Olivia and parents all dressed up.

It was their parent’s anniversary that day and Liam had planned a family dinner, just the four of them.

One week ago

“Hey guys,” Liam smiled as he watched his kids sitting at the kitchen island doing homework.

“Hey, dad.” “Hi, daddy.”

Liam hung his keys on the wall by the door and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Next week is mine and your mother’s anniversary.”

Noelle and Isaiah stopped what they were doing and met their father’s gaze.

“I … was hoping you could help me with something,” his brows rounded as he stared at them.

“Sure, what did you need?” Noelle asked.

Isaiah chewed his bottom lip. “No pranks though, right dad?”

Liam chuckled, remembering that anniversary and how it went … so wrong. “No, son. No pranks. Plus, your Uncle Maxwell is not invited until later.”

Present-day

“Guys, we’re here,” Liam turned to Noelle and Isaiah and widened his eyes at them, the two nodding back with small smiles. Ella missed the entire silent exchange as she climbed out of the black SUV after Bastien opened her door.

Everyone piled into the restaurant, all of them laughed and cried as the kids asked for a cake to be presented to their parents to celebrate their special day.

“How beautiful,” Ella wiped her tears away as she gazed at the red velvet bundt cake covered in cream cheese frosting. “Was this your doing?” She turned to her husband as he smiled.

“No, love, that was them,” he gestured towards Noelle and Isaiah.

“Thank you,” she used a tissue to dab at both her eyes.

“Fifteen years is a long time to be married, ma,” Isaiah dimpled as he looked from his mom to his dad. “Now hurry up and eat it so that we can have a piece!”

The family laughed and dug into the cake. An hour later, they slowly stood from the table, grumbling about how full they were.

“Oh God, why didn’t you stop me?” Isaiah smacked his sister in the arm.

Noelle glared at her brother and punched him in the arm. “It’s not my fault you ate like you never saw food before.”

“Why did you say that?” Isaiah whined.

Liam and Ella walked behind their children, smirking at each other.

“They’re so dramatic,” Ella snorted.

“Wonder who they got that from?” Liam arched a brow at his wife.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Your Majesty.”

“Love,” Liam waited until she turned to look at him. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Where? What is it?”

“Come on,” he tugged on her hand and led her out of the restaurant and into the waiting SUV.

“Where are we going?”

“Ma, just wait, we’ll get there in a minute,” Noelle giggled in the back seat.

“You guys know too?” Ella looked from her son to her daughter and back again. “Liam?”

“Just relax, love, we’ll be there soon,” he squeezed her hand and laughed as her nose wrinkled in annoyance.

A few minutes later, Bastien turned into a small, private area for vehicles to park. “We’re here,” he said and turned to smirk at Ella. “Your Majesty, we’re going to blindfold you.”

“You’re … what?!”

Isaiah cackled as he leaned forward to wrap a scarf around his mother’s eyes.

“That’s blocking my nose,” Ella complained. “I can’t breathe.”

“You can breathe out of your mouth.”

“Isaiah Alexander,” she said sternly and he jumped.

“Sorry mom,” he mumbled as he fixed the scarf so it only covered her eyes.

“Okay,” Liam opened the door to her side of the SUV. “Come on, love, I’m carrying you to our destination.”

Ella let out a long sigh and reached up to feel her husband’s neck. She allowed him to carry her bridal style to … wherever they were going. When her family got like this it was usually because of her husband, who loved to take her places to surprise her. She didn’t mind, honestly, but it was annoying when everyone was in on it except for her.

“We’re almost there, love, I promise,” she felt Liam kiss the top of her head and she snuggled into his shoulder.

“Hey, I got a picture from Uncle Max!” Noelle opened the message and gasped.

Isaiah reached for his sister’s phone. “Is it another picture of him and his peacock Lady and the Tramping some spaghetti?”

Everyone began to laugh.

“I can’t believe that damn thing didn’t peck his eye out,” Ella snorted.

“That thing still scares the crap out of me,” Noelle said as her fingers flew over the keys.

“We’re here,” Liam smiled as he began to step down onto the large rocks towards the private beach.

“Don’t drop me, Liam,” Ella said as she lifted her nose to the air. “I smell the ocean.” She felt her husband lower her to the ground. “What now? I’m still wearing this.”

A moment of silence and some giggling in the distance made Ella furrow her brows.

“Okay, take off the scarf, love.”

Ella quickly undid the knot and opened her eyes; she faced the ocean. “Liam, what-”

“Turn around.”

As she did, she saw her husband on one knee, her children behind him in the distance carrying an old 1989 boombox, the song My Person by Spencer Crandall playing.

I was lookin' for a long time

I never found nobody like you

I got your name, got your number

And we talked 'til they turned on the lights

“A boombox?”

Liam smirked. “You made me watch Sixteen Candles.”

“Oh yeah,” she chuckled. “Liam,” Ella had tears streaming down her face and she wiped them away quickly. “Wh-what is this?”

He took hold of her free hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Love, it’s our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We married that long ago.”

She nodded, the lump on her throat making it difficult for her to speak.

“But we were together before that,” he smiled up at her. “I met you and I was done for, I haven't looked at anyone else since. You came to my social season, I chose you, we were engaged for a year, and then here we are.”

My person

My heartbeat

My slow dance

My Sunday-morning-sippin'-on-coffee in bed

My know-when-you-know best friend

“You’re my person,” Liam bit his bottom lip to control his emotions. “You and the kids are my everything, and you know I’d give all this up for you if you asked.”

“We don’t want that though!” Noelle yelled and they all laughed.

“Ella Brooks Rys, I wanted to ask you if you would remarry me,” he reached into his pocket, pulled out a black velvet box, and opened it. “Renew our vows and our commitment to each other.”

The box held three rings, an emerald-shaped, 6-carat diamond solitaire in the middle, and one plain platinum band on each side of it. One was engraved with Isaiah Alexander and the other with Noelle Marie.

“Of course,” Ella choked out as Liam smiled and the kids jumped up and down.

My saving grace, my everything

I’ve never been more sure that you’re my person

Every minute is a long time

If I ain’t holding on to you

Liam pushed all three rings onto her finger. “You ready, Mrs. Rys?”

“I am, Mr. Rys,” she pulled her husband to her and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Ew, gross!” “Stop! This is not part of the plan!”

“Congratulations!”

Ella was surprised by that last one and turned towards the sound. All of their friends and family were there on the beach, smiling at them.

“What are-”

“You guys are renewing your vows!” Leo hollered and lifted a bottle of champagne in the air. “Let’s get this going so we can get druuuunk!”

“Leo!” Liam snapped at his brother.

“I mean, I’m ready when you are.”

Hana and Olivia rushed towards Ella and hugged her. “Were you surprised?”

“I was,” Ella sniffled. “You guys all knew?”

“Yup!”

“My little blossom! You are so beautiful! Let me see the rings!”

Ella gave Max her left hand.

“Whatever you do, don’t let Beaumont touch it. I’m sure he’s got lasagna all under his fingernails,” Drake chuckled as he approached the group.

“Hey marshmallow,” Ella turned to hug him. “And you guys had lasagna without me?”

Liam laughed and put an arm around Noelle and Isaiah. “You guys ready?”

They both nodded.

“I’m ready to marry your mother again,” they all laughed as Ella put her arm around Isaiah. “Let’s go!”

My saving grace, my everything

I've never been more sure that you're my person

Yeah, baby, you're my person

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ladydimitrescuspet · 3 years

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What About What I Want? Chapter 5

AO3 link! sorry for the really long wait for this update! I've been so focused on other fics and honestly I've been thinking this story was a bit shit for a while so I was dragging out updating it! but it turns out it's decently written and that sparked a little inspiration in me! I hope y'all enjoy and let me know what you think if you'd like to! and apologies for any grammatical errors, I hope they're not too hard to figure out if y'all find any!

warnings: slightly nsfw

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"Fuck, Al, I think I'm gonna cum. Again." You moaned, Alcina letting out a small chuckle at your words.

Alcina pressed her nose into your neck. "Again, you say?" She murmured into your neck as you fucked yourself on her cock. "Maybe we should take a break after this one, yes?"

"Mhmm," You agreed, biting your lip as your orgasm began building up. "Alcina, please, I'm so close. Please, please. Please bite me." You begged.

Alcina placed her hands on your hips as she slammed into you. "Not. Right. Now." You started whining nonsense at her. "Shush, draga mea. Now cum for me." Alcina grunted out as she pressed kisses to your neck, then your jaw, before finally claiming your lips in a heated kiss as your orgasm washed over you. The moans that you allowed her mouth to swallow sending her over the edge with you.

You smiled at her when the two of you finally broke the kiss. "So this is our life for a day and a half? Fucking the life out of each other?" You gave her another kiss before climbing off her. You let out a small sigh as you stretched, hissing at how sore you were. "Miranda wouldn't happen to have a shower here, would she?" You asked as you paced around slightly.

Alcina hummed. "Just the emergency chemical shower, I think." Alcina replied. "Perhaps we can take one together, save some time?" Alcina suggested as she got off the bed.

You looked at her with watery eyes. "I changed my mind. Does she have a bath here?" You asked. Alcina nodded her head. "Good. Can we... can we just relax for a moment? Together, I mean."

"Of course, darling." Alcina replied as she pulled you in for a hug. "We can do that. And we can end the ceremony right after, if you want."

You shook your head. "No, no, there's only a few hours left. I just... I just need a moment." You murmured into her stomach. Alcina nodded her head and picked you up, taking you into an adjoining room. When the bath was filled, she lowered you in before getting in behind you. You sighed as you leaned against her chest. "Alci, I'm scared." You said quietly after a few moments.

“What’s got you scared, love?” Alcina asked. She pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Is it the ceremony?”

You nodded your head. “A bit.” You replied. “And something else.” Alcina pressed small kisses to your neck as you continued speaking. “There was this woman, this old woman. And she, well she… Alcina, please,” You whined.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Alcina apologised, pressed one more kiss to your forehead. “Continue.”

“Thank you.” You replied. You’d managed to calm yourself down to be able to speak once more. “The woman, she told me that Miranda was going to take our child.” The words made you feel sick. “If the baby is fit to be a vessel for her dead daughter, she’s going to take our baby from us. And I can’t….. Alcina, I can’t let her, I won’t let her.”

Alcina stayed quiet as she mulled your words over. “If that’s how it’s to be, draga mea, then who are we to deny Mother Miranda something that will benefit her?” Alcina asked.

You went stiff against her. “You can’t be serious, Alcina.” You said as you pushed yourself away from her to look at her. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’d just give our baby to her without question?”

“If it’s what she wants, yes.” Alcina replied.

You scoffed at her in disbelief. “And what about what I want, Alcina? Does what I want not matter? Does it not hold a fucking candle to Miranda and whatever the fuck she’s going to do with my child?” You asked. “This ceremony, it’s over. I cannot and will not be a part of some experiment to produce the perfect vessel for her dead daughter. I thought you cared about me, but now I know exactly where your loyalty lies.” You stood up from the bath.

“Darling, please, it’s… not here, we’ll talk about it at the castle.” You nodded your head as Alcina exited that bath with you, pulling you into her as she kneeled down to be level with you. “We can’t truly discuss this here. Miranda has eyes and ears everywhere, but when I said my family comes first, I meant that. And I promise you that no harm will befall our little one.” Alcina whispered into your ear.

You melted into her embrace. “Do you truly mean that? You won’t… you won’t go back on your promise?” You asked as you clung to her.

Alcina nodded her head as she picked you up and carried you back to the bed, putting you down gently before kissing you. “I promise with my whole heart that I won’t let her harm you.” She pressed kisses down your body until she got to your belly button. “Or you, little one. Mama’s going to keep you safe, you have my word.”

You let out a soft laugh as she pressed kisses all over your belly, your fingers finding her hair. You let out a soft moan as Alcina’s kisses got closer and closer to your sex. “Alci,” Alcina hummed as she breathed in your scent, her mouth watering. “Alcina, please,”

Alcina pressed the flat of her tongue against you before swiping up. “You taste so marvellous, my love.” Alcina whispered against you. You let out a whine when she crawled back up your body, giving you more kisses before she finally reached your face. “Te iubesc.”

You smiled at her before cupping her cheeks and kissing her. “I love you too.”

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“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” You screamed.

Daniela looked over at Alcina. “Mother, is Y/N alright?” Daniela asked.

“They’re fine.” Alcina said, patting her daughter’s hand reassuringly. “I think. I’ll go check on them. You tell your sisters that dinner will be ready in a bit.” Daniela swarmed off at her Mother’s instructions. “Darling, are you alright? Daniela’s a bit worried about you.”

“That bitch called.” Alcina raised her eyebrow. “Miranda, she called. She wants to… she wants to see how we’re doing, how the baby is doing.” You placed your hand over our belly, protectively.“I don’t want her here, Alcina.”

Alcina sighed. “There really is nothing I can do to stop her from coming to the castle, my love.” Alcina replied as she walked over to you. “It’s been two months since the last time she was over here and Mother Miranda assured me that she didn’t want to use our baby as her vessel, the thought never even crossed her mind.”

“But she could’ve been lying to you, Alcina. Lying to me.” You sighed as you leaned into her. “I don’t trust her, I can’t.” You shook your head with a small sniffle. Alcina leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Alright. I’ll delay Miranda’s visit to the castle as long as I can, but she will have to see the baby at some point. To make sure it’s healthy.” Alcina said.

“I know, I know, but… Can’t Donna do it? I trust her.” You replied.

“Donna can do some things, but there are…other things that Miranda will need to do when examining the child that Donna can not.” Alcina responded. “Just one examination, dear, that’s all she has to do until the baby is born. Is that okay with you?”

You frowned. “Just the one?” Alcina nodded her head and you sighed. “If it’s only the one. And you have to promise to stay in the room, please.” You grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

“Of course, darling. And Donna can do the rest of the examinations and then Miranda will do the one after our little one is here. Sound like a plan, my love?” Alcina asked. You nodded your head, not trusting your words. “Good, good. Now, dinner is almost ready and I’m sure the girls are bickering like they always are when I’m not around. Shall we?” Alcina offered you her hand and you took it.

“You really don’t think Miranda will take the baby once it’s born? Or during the examination?” You asked as she led you to the dining room.

“Darling, listen. I’ll say it as many times as I have to, I won’t let anything happen to our child. And I’m sure the girls would say the same things. Right, girls?” Alcina asked as the two of you entered the room. The two of you got a chorus of “Yes, of course, Mother,” from them and it made you smile a bit. “There’s that gorgeous smile of yours, my love. I promise, our baby is safe and nothing will happen.”

You let out a deep breath, nodding your head. “I’m sure you’re right.” You said.

Dinner went by quickly and soon you found yourself in Alcina’s study, sitting in her lap. “The old woman mentioned something else.” You said softly as you played with Alcina’s curls. She hummed. “Mentioned that if the baby wasn’t to Miranda’s standards that a few years from now, she’d find her perfect vessel.”

“Hmm, is that so?” Alcina asked. You nodded your head. “Then we really have nothing to worry about, yes? I doubt a baby born into the Dimitrescu family will serve as a perfect vessel. I mean, I was a… failure of her experimentations. As were Karl, Donna, and Salvatore.” Alcina replied as she did some paperwork. You opened your mouth to reply, but Alcina spoke again first. “That’s enough talk of this for right now. You need your rest, as does our child. You’re free to fall asleep right here, but if you’d be more comfortable in the room, I can have Helena take you to our chambers." Alcina suggested.

You shook your head. "No, I want to stay with you. You can carry me to the room once you've finished here." You said as you snuggled into her. Alcina chuckled, but pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Very bold of you to assume that I would do such a thing, little one." Alcina teased. When you didn't respond, Alcina noted that your breathing had started to even out indicating that you were asleep. "Sweet dreams, iubirea mea." Alcina whispered before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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