#you don’t like my writing? block me.

[enha-stars]

i just wanted to tell you that you’re not a good writer in case you thought you were. why r u bringing my mom into it wtf

oh thank you so much!! look at you, doing good work on earth by sharing your opinions because you think they’re needed

#i hear you #i do #and i’m bringing your mom into it because now i get to tell you how ill fuck her!!! #since you like to read so much. read this #i’ll spread her open on your kitchen table until she cries #how’s that? #if you have any more opinions #die with them!!! #i’m not a kind person i won’t pretend to be #you don’t like my writing? block me. #if you have more to say— consider shutting up #anon ask #enha!asks

[dejwrld]

aot fics will give me a bit of a giggle if they weren’t filled with white characters speaking aave and being characterized as if they’re fresh out a wattpad urban book. like you can do so much with eren’s character and his canon characteristics in a modern verse, so much.

#many of you who consume aot forget that the anime/manga has a huge historical allegory #and take inspo from germanic imagery #actually i don’t think many of you who even write that trope with them characters even read the manga not to be that person #so seeing that will always make me uncomfortable #and before someone be like ‘well filter’ i do use my filters #actually have majority of people who write that trope block tbh #but it’s just strange seeing that trope attached to white characters of aot #the anime that’s suppose to be an allegory of ww2

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

Me: I like these two characters’ interactions, they make cute friends, let’s look for art of them together!

The tags: “If you ship them you’re a [REDACTED] block me you sick weirdo” times twelve before finding any art

The spite:

#phoebe rambles #hsr #hi3 #honkai impact #honkai star rail #i’m going to start writing them romantically on purpose #y’all are so annoying ​i swear #if you don’t like a ship why are you talking about it #do you see me make three posts a day about how much i find kiamei boring? no #i don’t even tease people about the age gap thing #i haven’t even complained about himeko/kafka publicly #stay in your lane and block people YOURSELF #WHY ARE YOU MAKING YOUR COMFORT MY PROBLEM

[compacflt]

THE p-51D. THE mustang. THE jacket. okay. (Thanks to @sassenach082 for letting me know how close i was to planes of fame!!)

#blocked out my face so i don’t have to delete these ones #ignore the fit i didn’t know we were going #did i cry? oh god. yeah #. i did. #if you had told me seven months ago when i first started writing my 200k icemav fanfic #with the scene where ice & mav are in the hangar with this plane #that i would eventually get to like. Be here. i would’ve screamed #‘ate tom cruise. love ‘is plane. simple as. #this museum fucking rules btw ill post more pics later #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #military aviation #top gun bts

[vampswritings]

i just — watching the ferocity in which anya smacks giles on the head with that book in tabula rasa this time knocked something awake inside of my brain

new annoyance to lovers for giles has set up camp, and does the man really know how to do love any other way??

#ya i’m gonna dip my writing into every giles ship you can’t stop me #also like idk we all know giles IS a demon fucker 👀 #rambles #(when? idk don’t ask im battling minor writers block) #(but the brainstorming doc?? she’s living)

[passthroughtime]

i hope you don’t mind me not participating in sunday six for so long and not updating my fic... i’m having a bit rough time handling my life irl right now

#meaning i’m having the worst start of the year ever #i’m EXHAUSTED fucking exhausted from my living situation and it doesn’t seem to get better any time soon #naturally i don’t have it in me to write because i don’t have enough time to relax. it’s been three fucking weeks. #i just don’t know even my body gives up from this stress and not like something terrible is happening #it’s extremely upsetting also considering that i love writing and it’s the only activity that makes sense to me #and always has been like that it’s in my core #and i. can’t do it. i can’t. i have no willpower or strength and it’s not writer’s block i’m just SO TIRED ALL THE TIME #therapy and years of medication mean nothing at this fucking point. props to me for not killing myself tho. well done 👍 #sorry for ranting i am so frustrated that i can scream. i have actually. didn’t help. #well ahem i hope you understand 🙏 i feel bad that i’ve promised the chapter a long time ago and NOT TO BE THAT AO3 AUTHOR but #i really wanted to keep my promise. fuck me i guess #putting letters together one word at a time

[tickle-bugs]

Tip of advice from a writing blog too shy to come off anon with like- 5 followers XD. Write for YOU, not anybody else. And if you don't feel like writing, then don't. Writing is supposed to be a fun hobby, not a chore. I know that only maybe 1 or 2 people are going to see my work, but that's okay! Because as long as a single person enjoyed what I put out through my stories, I'm happy. Write what YOU want to write, when YOU want to write it. Do not feel obligated by anyone else and don't let others tell you how to do YOUR hobby. Trust me, you'll be happier. I was in your place once (Not long ago, actually ^^). And hey, for what it's worth, I love what you do. Gives me the feeeeels!

I appreciate this! Honestly I do write for me. I know I sound like a broken record here but I really don’t care about notes or attention lol. It’s more about the ache of watching the active community shrink before my eyes. Fanfic is about self-indulgence, but it’s also about sharing in an experience with a community. There’s just little to no community anymore, and that sucks.

Most if not all of us write because we like sharing with you guys! Writing stuff for our people. Hearing the shouts from the void that you all loved sharing in a fic and want to see more is so motivating and heartwarming. For me, that’s a huge part of it. Even when I write something I’m not 100% into or a fic I’m not super proud of, getting to share it with you guys sparks joy.

Not to sound like a bitter old man here but people used to write essays in the tags. That was the thing to do. I can’t tell you the last time I even saw a fandom tag on one of my fics. Likes mean anything from “I saw this” to “reading later” to “omg I loved this but I can’t reblog this”. Going from a thrum of conversation that you could share in with other people to dead silence is unnerving and really sad. It makes me sad.

There are quite a few self-indulgent fics I could probably spit out right now in fandoms no one would care about, but would make me happy. I’ve done that more times than I can count! For me, it’s hard to feel motivated to write at all when the silence I expect from writing for a niche little thing in an already niche community is what I get for nearly everything I put out.

I’m so grateful for this little community. I really am. I don’t want to sound ungrateful or sharp, I’m just really fucking bummed out that I feel this way.

#bug answers #anon #I’m sorry if I sound sharp here I’m not upset with you #you aren’t wrong!! you should write for yourself before anyone else #unfortunately this sort of community shift is blocking my serotonin and dopamine receptors from allowing me to do that #this is a very hard thing to put into words. especially for me. I don’t like that I feel this way. I feel very defeated. #and I don’t know if I’m even explaining the feeling correctly #I haven’t been here as long as some of our community veterans but I feel the weight of time fr

[chibi-scone]

Remember when the whole ordeal with s2 was that Ed was so heartbroken that Stede left him that he tried to get himself and the whole crew killed and then they got reunited within like 2 episodes and never spoke about anything of interest together and then that same Ed decided to ditch Stede after a couple of days because he wanted to catch fishes and that lasted half an episode before they got reunited again and the show ended on them leaving everyone to live in a simultaneously doomed to fail/happy ending inn and everyone was like wow good writing I can’t believe this could get canceled $10k billboard in times square

#I want to scream thinking about it #amongst other stupid writing choices regarding story and characters #the timeline is so fucked and I’ve only seen the season once ok don’t come at me with buhhh it was that long because idc #can’t believe you all hated Izzy in s1 for thinking that Ed was having another identity crisis when he literally behaves like this in canon #ofmd critical #not to sound like I’m only shitting on Ed because wtf was stedes deal also #not even gonna tell Ed what happened and why you didn’t come back at the end of s1 #like they didn’t talk this season besides saying cliché ass romantic dialogue to each other #remember guys they’re a couple :)) and they kiss and say nice things to each other :)) #cool do they have literally anything else going for them this season or #might turn on reblogs later i just wanted to rant in private for now jgjsjfn #honestly dont remember how much the board cost but ik it was a lot #i mustve blocked it out of my mind

[honeynclove]

sometimes I block ppl and for literally no reason????

#☕️!- clove speaks #like martha speaks #Websites let me write little notes as to why I’ve blocked ppl #“Maybe just stop being a hater?” No! Anyways #Reblogged a mutuals addition to a post and I had the op blocked??? Scrolled thru their blog and had literally no reason to block them??? #idk guys #then again I’m also someone who blocks ppl if they annoy me #twst fandom ppl who post incorrect quotes I’m SO sorry #like half of the x reader blogs despite enjoying x reader content #sometimes I block ppl just for posting ships I don’t like I’m so sorry tr.yj.de accs I’m sure you’re lovely #I FEEL BAD CENSORING IT I WAS JUST HORRIFIED THE LAST TIME I SPOKE NEGATIVELY OF A SHIP IN MY TAGS AND IT PUT IT IN THE MAIN TAGS ARATATAGS #what else #if I don’t like someone’s hcs too #😭😭😭 #Most if not all proshippers too I’m sorry #“Why don’t you just block the tags of stuff you don’t like?” I’m too lazy to find that feature on the website

[sashimiyas]

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#tw discourse #i’m gonna say an unpopular opinion once and then be on my way again #sometimes i see something on here that makes me upset and then i think #‘i really need to be on here less.’ but then i realize… i rarely use the app as it is #but writers love to say ‘we don’t get paid to write. we are not machines.’ all valid points #bc entitlement is frustrating. bc this is meant to be a community of natural engagement and interaction #i want to specify Natural #bc i see those same writers bash their followers for not like rbing or commenting #as if they are getting paid to follow the author! and that isn’t fair either #writers ask for grace when they are going through writers block or a difficult episode in their life #and our followers cannot ask for the same? sometimes we do not feel like reading. and let’s admit it. not every post will be a banger #and that should be fine too. no one should be guilted to interact with anyone #and i think my whole discomfort with using this site lately is how every interaction is being policed #like do we not assume good intentions anymore? can we not assume that someone is rbing without tags but will put something in later #when they do get a chance to read it? or that they are liking because they want to read it but just dont have the time yet? #anyways. i’ll probably come back to delete this #but man. anyone who follows me. i want you to know that i will do my best to never try and make you feel bad for choosing how to interact #with this blog. outside of not responding to my inbox bc that’s just been difficult for me lately. #please have a comfortable experience and go about this stupid little hellhole in peace #don’t feel coerced to interact with me unless you want to. don’t apologize to me for not having reached out to me in a while #it’s okay. please have your fun in any way you want #i say this bc before being a writer i am a reader

[transboykirito]

you people are fucking insane

#i know who this is btw they’ve made 4 blogs just to harass me after i block them #i was gonna end up crying myself to sleep tonight anyway so thank you for the material to help with that. #literally what’s the point. why do i do any of this. #why do i bother writing anything when it’s just going to be compared to someone else. #why do i bother editing when the fandom is dead except for harassing me. #who do i bother getting sober and getting clean and going through all of that bullshit. #why do i bother bending over backwards to be nice to people who send me this. and worse. #i’m not even posting the really bad ones i got tonight. that described my mutuals assaulting me in graphic detail. #people i love and care about and consider friends. who i already worry don’t actually like me. #i’ve spent all day stressing myself sick over the absolute terror of someone not loving me. and then this. #and you people know that. you know exactly where i’m vulnerable and you know how to attack it. #i’m done. i’m so fucking done. i can’t do this shit anymore.

[whumpacabra]

There’s a post going around recently about how the whump community tags for disabled characters and I…have to disagree with its main point.

Simply tagging a post with ‘disabled whumpee’ does not give me enough information to know if a fic will be validating or triggering for me. I need more specific tags to filter out my squicks and triggers, and to identify posts of interest. Specific tags are the keystone of a community that specifically talks about potentially triggering or upsetting content.

For example, I like reading stories with characters that use prostheses and mobility aids. I find these stories relatable and validating as someone with both! But should those posts simply be tagged ‘disabled whumpee’ because it might conflict with the other users of the mobility aids and prostheses tags? I can only find out the nature of the whumpee’s disability by reading, and a negative outcome can at best turn out to be a waste of time or at worst deeply upsetting.

Cancer is a difficult topic for me given my past and current experiences with it. I have the cancer tag and a dozen variants of it blocked. Of course, people on tumblr with cancer or talking about their experiences with it use that tag to talk about it. If someone is writing about a character who has or had cancer, but only tags for ‘disabled whumpee’ I won’t know that I’m getting into a story that will cause me great distress.

I’m disabled. I have severe nerve damage, limited mobility, chronic pain, a plethora of other medical bullshit, and my condition is progressive. Whump is part of how I’ve been learning to deal with and process my struggles, and part of that involves writing and reading about disability in whump.

Do I just block all ‘disabled whumpee’ content and never know if I’m clicking on a story I’ll find relatable and validating or if I’m clicking on a story that will upset me so badly I won’t use tumblr for a few days? No - I block specific tags and specific blogs as necessary. The idea that we should stop using specific tags, when writing about a specific condition or disease, to put everything under one vague blanket is naive at best and dangerous at worst.

I understand the frustration of seeing posts you don’t want to see in a specific tag (the number of x reader headcanon blogs for fandoms I’ve never heard of that I’ve had to block when trying to browse is ridiculous). But at the end of the day if those posts are tagged appropriately (ie. not crosstagged spam in violation of the TOS) you just do what you always do for something you don’t want to see on this site: blacklist, block, and move on.

#whump #whump community #tagging etiquette #beans speaks #it’s fine if you disagree/are changing how you tag your disabled whumpee writing but I’m not so please feel free to block me (genuine) #if you see me in a specific tag you don’t want to see whump writing in #I understand where that post is coming from but also. is we stop tagging specific tags. how the fuck am I supposed to avoid my triggers??? #I just don’t understand tumblr’s block and blacklist options are wayyy more effective than they’ve ever been. #and I don’t see how tagging a post that contains the depiction of apples would be clogging the apple tag? it’s an appropriate use of the tag #do I want to see posts about the fictional mlp character applejack when browsing the apple tag? probably not. #but I understand why the tag search included those posts and why the poster tagged the post with such. I block them and move on. #my blood sugar is low sorry if this is rambly and incoherent and. I don’t know stupid or insensitive? #disabled people are not a monolith we all have different opinions and preferences for how we interact with the topic of our disabilities #and removing specificity for the sake of…inconvenience just seems silly #sorry I haven’t read that post in a few days I might sound like a complete asshole in which case idk send gore and death threats I guess #I haven’t done tumblr discourse since 2015. do people still send KYS or is it all kungpowpenis these days?

[seventh-district]

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#it is 5 hrs past my bedtime and i am awake listening to Two Hearts by Dermot Kennedy on loop and crying over Rotating Shifts. again. #i couldn’t resist the urge to read the latest chapter any longer but i knew when i did i’d get like this #so Why did i wait for my period to roll around. i have made. a silly decision lmaooo #i’ve complained abt it before but i’m conflicted about how much more sensitive it makes me #my nightmares usually don’t make me cry but oh i was a Wreck this morning #so why i picked tonight to read the fic that always makes me cry is beyond me #i have never met a fic before that had me in such an intense emotional grip #and it’s fucking hilarious bc it’s not that intense of a story!! like yeah there’s been devastating parts but i’m out here having to- #-take a break every single chapter bc i’ll read one line that hits my inner child like a truck and i have to take a minute to recover #but the whiplash this fic gives me is so fucking funny and the range in the storytelling from comedy to tragedy is just.. *scream-cries* #it has my favorite characterization of Sun and Moon that i have ever seen #this chapter wasn’t even that sad i’m just Making myself sad about it #but on another level it also makes me sad in the sense that i don’t think i’ll ever be able to write something that good.. #all that i want out of my writing endeavors is to make one (1) person feel as strongly and as much as RS makes me feel #and i don’t know if i can do that. i don’t know if my writing has what it takes bc i can’t even describe exactly what it is #i don’t think it’s a science that can be replicated. things either connect with someone or they don’t #the way Sun goes from worryingly innocent ‘wdym we can’t invite strangers to live with us?’ ‘wdym we can’t adopt an adult that needs help?’ #to fucking. tearing an animatronic in half in a fit of protective rage and blocking access to all dating apps to prevent you from- #-finding anyone else bc he’s your Special Friend and he can’t have his Daydream falling for anyone else!! no no!! #it’s not a new concept but i eat it tf up when Sun is actually the one you should fear the most #like no i don’t think he’d hurt Reader but i dread to think of the things he would do For them #the back and forth between childlike innocence and terrifying intelligence possessiveness and physical capability is just mmmmm 100/10 #and don’t even get me started on Moon. or i Will start crying again #he’s ​like yeah dumbass of course i’m gonna save you every time some POS man tries to **** you. of course i will you fucking crater-head #but i will complain at you about it the Entire way home and then i will steal your fucking toilet paper and pack you a raw egg for lunch #because i hate you 🖤 but Sun loves you and we would both kill for you 🖤 also i drank all of your chocolate milk 🖤 also i hate you :) #anyways i am paraphrasing obviously and dear god i hope no one who actually reads RS sees this bc i do not want my 2am ramblings taken as- #-any kind of Official Thoughtful Analysis of the story ok pls pls pls let me be insane abt my favorite fic without having to be articulate #i just have so many fucking FEELINGS about them. i am unwell. #i’m not even tagging this i’m just hitting post and going to sleep goodnight

[dirtbra1n]

there’s a word for it. a name. for the people who take care of corpses before a funeral. hanzawa masato doesn’t remember it right now, though, because right now he’s up in the midnight hours, lying flat on the couch in the living room. too warm. he doesn’t care to remember it, the name.

it’s way, way too warm.

dying used to be simpler than this. there was no pavement, there were no buildings, there were no faceless people.

cold, though. there was cold.

the water wasn’t really flowing, too shallow, he was slowing it down, but his blood was. staining the ice.

it was gross.

he couldn’t stretch out his legs, couldn’t reach his arms out over his head. his fingers were cold and useless and deadened, and slow. the air he was struggling to breathe was pushing in and flowing out of his lungs through the puncture wound in his chest. so slow.

he’s been there before. he’s here now.

sitting stiff in the water, soaked to the bone, dying in isolation. bleeding out, masato thinks he’s alive. suffocating, he’s convinced he won’t be for much longer.

he’s not sure he’s anywhere.

dying used to be so easy.

instead of waiting until he couldn’t stand to look at himself anymore, kneeling until his head went under and waiting it out, probably getting swept away by the current until he crashed downstream—he wouldn’t know, he never lived to see that part—instead of that—

he’s wading around a little lost. he’s bleeding. the ghosts only look at him when they know it’ll sting worst, long shadows cast over the water, malformed specters dancing in mockery of him. he thinks his feet are getting a little worse than sliced up by jagged hateful rocks out of sight. that’s depressingly the least of his worries. it’s being impaled by the moon in a loop of time that fucking hates him. but he’s already bleeding. he’s a little surprised that he’s still got blood to bleed.

instead of releasing what could have become a burden, it’s him standing, helplessly, in the river, night after night after night. because it’s nighttime now. it keeps being nighttime.

it’s the kind of thing you’d almost expect to be a relief.

“hanzawa senpai.”

masato turns his head, creaky like a wooden doll. “…tashiro-kun.”

kimono-clad, he offers a hand. “you’re not face first in muck this time.”

masato doesn’t take it. a sharp smile curves his cheeks, not insincere. “thank you. ‘this time?”

tashiro smiles sheepishly down at him. squints. “did you die?”

“do I look dead?”

it’s hard to see from the water, but masato knows that tashiro’s shifted his eyes. saw it in the back of his mind, recorded on crackly film. he says, instead of answering, “I’ve got bandages.”

masato wishes he had something to rest his elbows on, to brace himself on. it doesn’t feel right playing his games standing upright, his hands in his sleeves instead of holding his head on his shoulders. “ta-shi-ro-kuuun, what do you think I need those for?” masato knows what.

tashiro replies anyway, drily from up on uneven paving, “hanzawa senpai, you’re bleeding. you need blood. to survive.”

“tashiro-kun, did I die?”

things are splintering a little. crackly film.

a web of cracks splitting tashiro’s composure, his voice shaking, “why did you?”

that wasn’t what masato asked.

—

“hanzawa senpai.”

“…”

“senpai.”

“…tashiro-kun.”

“you’re not face first in muck this time.”

the smile’s carving itself in, muscle memory. masato’s not going to ask what he meant by this time. “thank you.”

“did you die?”

“do I look dead?”

in the old school projector film behind his eyelids, the flickering doesn’t feel out of place. “I’ve got bandages.”

“ta-shi-ro-kuuun, what do you think I need those for?” masato’s always known what.

“hanzawa senpai, you’re bleeding. you need blood. to survive.”

“tashiro-kun, did I die?”

the shadows cast by a lantern hidden just behind tashiro make his shoulders look broad. masato swallows down a laugh, but he’s not sure what’s funny. “don’t be shallow, senpai, looks aren’t everything.”

the laugh comes out anyway. he manages, “I feel dead, forget the looks.”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

masato takes his turn to squint. they weren’t taking turns. it doesn’t matter. he doesn’t know if he still feels like laughing. he knows for sure that he can’t think of anything to say.

it’s just as well. tashiro isn’t having the same problem. “I think you should just, I don’t know. care about yourself more.”

masato swallows. his lips press into a chagrined line. “I don’t not care,” he says.

tashiro looks right through him. his eyes are like headlights.

he doesn’t actually need to say it, and masato can tell that he almost doesn’t, but maybe tashiro thought he needed to hear it out loud, feel it taking up space. maybe he was right.

“your caring sucks, senpai. it killed you.”

masato doesn’t want to follow that thread. “how many times have you been here, tashiro-kun?”

tashiro doesn’t buy into it. his demeanor is at once solemn and jarringly pleading, “senpai, won’t you live for once?”

masato means to say it like a joke, because it is one, but by accident the words, “how could I begin to deny you,” are dropping off his tongue, he doesn’t even know why, he doesn’t know why he said that, and no amount of exaggerated irreverence can hide from tashiro—eyes like cleavers, more like—the characters slipping into the water.

the ripples aren’t all that big, but they’re big enough.

like when your head aches, or the gash in your chest is losing you too much blood, or the water is tugging itself a little too close to that gash to be comfortable. something like that. something like that. it’s enough.

he doesn’t think he’s making any sense. it’s just too warm.

“maa-kun,” his older brother’s crooning, pushing his damp bangs off his forehead with cold fingers, “I think you’re sick.”

masato blinks away what he hopes is sweat. “gross.”

“not gross, worrying. sit up please.”

“I’ll throw up.”

“you won’t.”

“you’re right, I won’t.”

he’s getting fussed over in the middle of the night, on the couch that he’s sweating all over, and he’s watching a fan across the room spin and it’s nauseating and he stops looking at it. he’s getting fussed over in the middle of the night, by his older brother, because his mom’s out of town visiting her sister. he’s getting fussed over in the middle of the night, feeling a little out of his body. feeling a little—not at all—a lot like a little kid again. feeling sick, and pathetic.

he goes into the bathroom, wobbly and upset and over-warm, and he throws up.

—

reality’s tearing itself up, his dreams are eating it up, he’s falling apart and melting at the seams, he sits in almost-too-cold water until he thinks he’s gonna throw up again.

put him on ice, already, the sooner the funeral the sooner he can get some fucking rest.

his older brother’s sitting against the door frame, slipping in and out of consciousness. he murmurs, reaching forward to pet his hair, “‘s it too cold?”

masato doesn’t think it’s sweat. “it’s okay.”

—

it wouldn’t have been a very good joke, even if it’d come out right.

masato thinks he just choked around, “I want to. I want to.”

#iii of iii: funeral arrangements #hanzawa to tashiro #hanzawa masato #tashiro gonzaburou #…hanzawa masato’s nii-san as well #getting all my darts tags out of the way first. #now then. it’s been two months. most of what you see here was written in the last two hours #number of reasons for this. no idea what most of them are though #writers block for a bit Maybe ‘‘‘‘hyperfixations’’’’ other than this one DEFINITELY #but also. a breadth of images in my head that want out but maybe don’t fit here or there. Yeah. probably will be a followup of miscellaneous #lines and so on later. like spring cleaning. but on the cusp of the new year #i don’t know. it’s time being weird and dreams being weirder and looping over and over #and it’s the sibling emotion bleeding all over. because that’s where i’ve been since at least november #two months ago ogasawara was supposed to be in funeral arrangements. two months is a long time. #i’m warm while i’m writing this. #also in a little bit of a fugue state. the word masato was looking for was ‘undertaker’ #okay. it’s good to get this out no matter what. because putting myself in a position of obligation with i ii and iii. was bold for me #but. i think i don’t mind in the end #that said What gets written from this point forward gets written. no one expect anything from me for a bit #but also feel free to put thoughts in my head. i do so like using words for those sorts of things #enough from me now. good talk #dirtbrain writing

[chadsuke]

”Fandom etiquette is pretty clear that unless the author requests concrit you shouldn’t leave any” don’t write about things like rape shittily then

#gigi.txt #soooo tempted to apply passive aggressively to this person but I think I’m just going to mute/block #and not engage any further #I don’t believe in this “etiquette” when it comes 2 things like this sorry #if someone comes to me like ‘hey I find the way you portray abuse/trauma in this fic to be damaging’ then I wld #shockingly enough #consider that p fair criticism #if someone told me they didn’t like how I focused on secondary characters a lot well then my writing’s not for you #there’s a huuuuuge difference right there! #rape mention

[fawndlyvenus]

Ok. Alright. Huh. Getting a very nice comment on a fic seemed to give me the slight boost to want to write, and not feel horrible about my writing?

Well damn… I guess comments do help.

#venus speaks #This is not me being an asshole or begging for comments #Just I’ve gotten less and less interaction on my work and have felt as if #my work was crap and not something worth writing #and I kept trying to shove that down and down to just keep going #because I really do love writing but also life and mental health #which I think is what fed the burnout and writer’s block #so thank you commenter. you really made me feel happy and like I don’t suck #maybe now I can write that third part that’s a surprise for a friend