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samantha-and-nellie · 2 months ago

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alright y'all. now that babbity kate's second samantha video is up (and you should go watch it if you haven't, it's delightful!), let's talk about the date of gard and cornelia’s wedding and its possible narrative implications. this is a very long post, so we're going to jump below the cut to do so.

to catch everyone up to speed, on march 19, babbity kate posted a preview of part of this video on her patreon, whereupon i learned that she'd also had the thought that one version of gard and cornelia's wedding timeline makes it seems like they moved up the date of the wedding, which makes one automatically think that there was a baby. if you don't feel like clicking the link, the important thing to know is that i'd had a draft as of march 8 for a meta post wondering if the wedding timeline for gard and cornelia was because of a baby that they then lost.

back when i posted that, @emilybennettstan had asked if i could actually explain what this all was about, so let's finally give a recap about what babbity kate was explaining now that the video is public, and then talk about my thoughts on the narrative of it all.

if you are only very vaguely familiar with the samantha books, it is important to note that the series seems completely incapable of keeping canon intact. maybe that's a little harsh, but the series often has a details out of step with one another, such as the fact that bridget and jenny cycle through every hair color imaginable, the word-of-god date for nellie's birthday doesn't make the most sense, and who even knows when samantha's grandfather dies.

the date of gard and cornelia's wedding is another one of these instances, and babbity kate does a great job of getting into it (seriously, i'll still recap her thoughts, but you should also go watch the video starting at 1:20:40). when gard and cornelia get engaged at christmas, they tell samantha and grandmary when they are thinking about having the wedding--and the date which they say varies from edition to edition (and yes, we do actually have the short story with the wedding, but that was published way after the main series, so ignore that for now). the important thing to remember here is that they always are married by happy birthday, samantha!, which takes place in late may. and yet, there's one version of the date that they announce at christmas where they say that they are going to have a june wedding, which means that by the time the next book rolls around, it makes it look like they have moved up the wedding.

i was aware of the date changing around (hence the draft post), but babbity was clever enough to look at when ag printed what dates. as it turned out, the first edition had gard and cornelia saying that they would have a march wedding. for some goddamn reason, the next printing changed this to them saying that they'll have a june wedding DESPITE the established timeline. this mistake is then corrected in another printing with them saying they'll have a spring wedding (which does work fine with that established timeline), but that still leaves this one bizarre instance of ag deliberately changing the books to make it seem like gard and cornelia moved up their wedding from what they were planning at christmas.

as babbity then goes on to say (and the actual thing i wanted to talk about when i made the draft), this makes one automatically think that, for the mucked-up timeline, it is because of a baby. when you hear that a wedding's been moved up, especially in the era of the samantha books, you think baby. unfortunately, the implications of ag messing up their own timeline then further go on to spiral out of control, because then cornelia doesn't have a baby for over another year.

so, to recap, ag messed up so bad that they created a divergent timeline where the implications, as an adult looking at the series, seem to be that aunt cornelia has had a miscarriage.

let's also be super clear: babbity doesn't pose this theory because she likes or agrees with it, but because it's a logical train of thought to go down with the june wedding timeline. i would very much agree with this--again, i started drafting a post about this same situation with a lost baby because of this inconsistency in the timeline--but i do still think there's some narrative implications to think about here. like it or not, one of the timelines that ag created is this one, so now that i've recapped babbity's incredible research into how this timeline happened, i'm want to go further down this rabbit hole.

for the sake of the rest of this post, we're going to be looking at the june wedding timeline as if it were more canon than it actually is (because the fandom does correctly seem to mostly treat it like the mistake it is, but i'm here to overanalyze everything, so you're getting what you signed up for). as a reminder, an overarching theme of samantha's stories is building a family after loss. now, depending on what kind of person you are, the idea of a lost baby can make this narrative even more compelling, or it can really detract from the progression and characters of the series.

on the more compelling side, if gard and cornelia lost a baby somewhere in the first half of 1905, it gives a bit more weight to how readily they build a family with samantha and the o'malley girls. they are grieving the loss of what they thought would be the start of their new family and, given the opportunity to have a family through adoption, they jump on it. much like the how samantha's healing process culminates with her getting the parental figures and siblings she's always been dreaming of, this moment of adoption can become more significant for gard and cornelia if you work with the idea that they, too, have now suffered a loss as expectant parents, and are still choosing to heal and rebuild from that.

but this can also just be a total bummer, and i think the narrative also supports that. in particular, gard has been going through it for years with the loss of his sister and the fact that he then is forced to step into a more parental role with sam than he maybe would've if he had just gotten to be her uncle. and now he's finally getting married! he's open to love and creating a relationship and they're off on a lovely honeymoon and... oh wait, the child they thought that they'd have is no longer going to happen.

and so, this timeline seems like it can also cut into the overarching development of gard's life in particular towards happiness, which he is pretty firmly on by the stage in which a miscarriage would happen. furthermore, it also could detract from his and cornelia's strength of character by giving them an underlying personal motive for adopting all the girls, instead of just them wanting to do what's right and being in a stage of life where they can finally do that. it also complicates the grief expressed in the books--all the focus has been on lydia and her husband, despite the fact that grandfather edwards also died (potentially) fairly recently. why add another loss into the mix?

and… yeah, i think that’s my full exploration of how one editorial/printing error can create unintended implications in the narrative! hopefully more people than me find this interesting:) and if any of this is unclear, feel free to pop into the replies or my dms. oh, and go watch babbity kate's video--it'll be worth your time, i promise!

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scragon · 8 months ago

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Webcomic interview

How did you get into making webcomics?

I just jumped in expecting to make a few chapters and it turned into multiple years of my life.

Consider drawing Short comics about ideas and throw them out there. My current official webtoons were short comics that I posted inconsistently in between other projects. They eventually got their own following.

Who inspires you?

I was very inspired by the comics I saw on early comic sharing platforms. Opening my mind up to self-published comics made me realize the possibilities beyond mainstream works.

Erri Pi on webtoon canvas is one of those early creators I felt inspired by.

I am also what I would call ‘anti-inspired’. There are many very common tropes that turn me off from media, so when I write, I love to subvert the expectations of those tropes.

What are the best and worst aspects of your work?

The best aspect is creating my own story with full control and allowing it to write itself. I do not find myself getting hung up on the constant lore and rules and history of the work. I just write and allow natural progression. I consider myself an artist over author but you find yourself focusing less on art to make sure the story is good. If the story sucks, nobody will care about the art.

This makes the worst aspect also writing. It takes a long time letting words come to you and it takes more energy than the drawing.

What is the most important thing people should know about when working in the webcomic industry?

Whether it be today's financial climate or how much artists are undervalued, it is still brutal. You have to work fast. It is the only way I've been able to continue a social life, paycheck, and sleep. Learn to only put 30% effort into your comic art. Seriously. As you develop a consistent schedule and style, you will know when to put more effort. You will know.

I understand you created multiple series on and outside of Webtoon. What did you learn from those experiences?

For works like comedy, less is more. You don't need to have more than 4-6 panels to set up and execute a punch line. Sometimes you need even less. Also make sure your jokes are specific to your comic and characters. If any other characters are able to tell your jokes, your comic will become stale fast.

For romance, I've just learned to write what I would like to see more often. I don't care for lots of emotional and relationship mismanagement and it seems like many other people have agreed. So if you want it, chances are, a lot of other people want it as well.

What is your advice for someone planning to enter this industry?

Draw a lot. Write down all of your ideas. Come back to them. Just start drawing one. You learn so much by just doing it and realizing how things look on the page. Simplify the idea. Don't start off with a huge project. Just gesture a 10-page story in a sketchbook. Comics are a language.

The industry can be as professional as working with a publisher, or as casual as having a following on Patreon or social media to fund your work. Both require being fast and able to speak this language.

#Webcomics #ask

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olderthannetfic · 2 hours ago

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Hi OTNF, and also fellow followers! I am here to ask for a bit of writing advice.

For some quick background, I've been writing for the better part of 20 years, I'm also an avid (if a bit picky) reader. Writing has been all I've ever wanted to do since childhood, and when I was a kid I had the temerity to write a novel without fearing failure or rejection because like most kids, it was about having fun, but I've struggled in my adult life with confidence in my original work and found myself a home in fandom instead, where I have learned a lot over the years. I'm notorious about not finishing original projects. But I found out that a lot of that came down to flying by the seat of my pants too much, and fearing failure/rejection to the point of not taking myself seriously. Now that my kiddo is in school, I'm in a stable environment, fully supported by my spouse, with the time, security, and energy to do it I told myself I don't have anymore excuses not to do what I love in a way it deserves. Treating it like a career instead of a hobby I'm halfway shy about. I'm excited, and I've spent the last month hammering out and refining my outline, with a deadline to get started on the rough draft on August 21st when my kid starts school again. BUT. I am worried that Fanfic Habits that I might not even fully realize I have might leech into my book. It's not romance. Not really. There's like a sub plot there of a slow burn but it's not a big focus. I have been trying to go through this blog and searching "writing advice" to see what's already been discussed and I also joined your Patreon and intend to comb through the posts there as well while waiting on this ask, so if some of the things I'm looking for are there then awesome! I am wondering if you, or anyone else, has some advice on things to be mindful of so I don't end up writing something that feels like Fanfiction? How do you deal with keeping motivated while creating in a vacuum? I am so used to publishing my WIPs as I go and that's part of how I find my motivation. And also, any general advice about coming from decades of primarily writing fanfiction to writing original work with the goal of publishing would be appreciated. I want to try the traditional publishing route first, and I know that's a rough path, but that's future me's problem. Right now, I just want to write the best version of my story I possibly can. Thanks in advance!

Oh! I was wondering why someone had joined when I'm shamefully behind on book 3. (Toddlers, man!)

There's definitely some writing advice here from me and even more from commenters. I'm trying not to write epically long advice essays on that topic here anymore and to save them for Patreon.

Honestly, by far the most important piece of advice is the one you will get from literally every writing blog ever: just finish the first draft. You can make it good later, but just getting through it is the big hurdle for most of us.

Motivation is indeed extremely hard. A lot of people use expies of characters they love in fandom and then expand from there. If they keep at it, they eventually find fans to beta-read their original work and cheer them on.

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asleepyy · 2 years ago

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Do you have a Patreon or Kofi?

I love you art so much, every time you post art my autism goes into hyper drive and I have to jump in the air to release the overwhelming amounts of joy it causes me.

I read your good omens au in my mind at work

THANK YOU !

WAHH thank you that is so so so special to me, seriously it really is!! all i've ever wanted when i post art on here is to just have people who care about it and for it to bring them a sense of joy (or pain, depending on how angsty it is LOL)

i do have a kofi!! my work contract is currently over and won't start up again until feb of next year, so im currently out of work!! PLEASE, i cant stress this enough, feel no need to donate but it would help so much in terms of paying rent and creating oopsie omens in the meanwhile <3

#ask #anon

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kallie-den · 1 year ago

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Marital Aid Ch. 1

Clea uses hypnosis to liberate her boss, Isabella, from a failing marriage… and awaken her to the life as a kinky lesbian

This story was a commission from one of my patrons! Thank you very much to Myles_EXVS for their kind support

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“Clea?” The sound of Bruna’s voice brought Clea back to herself. “You’re supposed to be spotting for me, babe.”

“Right.” Clea shook her head, blushing a little. “Sorry.”

“Hold on.”

Bruna strained and groaned as she lifted the monstrously heavy bar up over her head and placed it back onto the rack. She sat up on the exercise bench, and Clea apologetically offered her a sweat towel to wipe her forehead off with. Clea was a little jealous of just how good her friend looked when she was working out; Bruna had the kind of muscular figure that made other girls drool, and her deep brown, Brazilian skin always glistened appealingly when she was flushed and sweating from exertion. Clea couldn’t relate.

“OK,” Bruna said, after taking a swig of water. “What’s on your mind? Out with it.”

Clea sighed and sat down on the bench next to her. Unfortunately, Bruna knew her too well. The two of them had been gym buddies for a long time, and friends for longer.

“It’s…” Clea didn’t know where to begin. It was far too embarrassing.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Bruna asked sympathetically.

“Yeah.” Clea planted her head in her hands. “Yeah. It is.”

She didn’t need to explain who ‘her’ was. They both knew.

Isabella.

“Oh, girl.” Bruna threw one of her big, strong arms across Clea’s shoulder. “You’re down seriously bad.”

Clea groaned and leaned in. She didn’t need Bruna to tell her that. Isabella consumed her every waking thought. The reason she’d been zoning out when she was supposed to be spotting for Bruna was because she’d been caught up in picturing Isabella’s smiling face. She’d reached schoolgirl levels of hopeless infatuation.

And there were two massive problems with it.

Firstly, Isabella was her boss. Clea was pretty sure that falling in love with the woman she worked for wasn’t part of a personal secretary’s job description. Workplace romances like that never worked out, and she was sure Isabella was too much of a stickler to ever consider it. There was also an accompanying age gap - Clea was in her mid-twenties while Isabella was in her thirties. That didn’t bother her so much, especially since Clea had such a fondness for older women, but it was yet another obstacle.

The second, much bigger problem was that Isabella was both straight and married.

“Falling for a straight girl.” Clea sighed again, heavier. “She’s amazing, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I wish I could just forget about all these feelings and move on. It’s so hard, having to be near her, day after day, never being able to act on them.”

“I bet,” Bruna said soothingly. She reached up and started stroking Clea’s long, red hair.

“And the worst part is seeing that she’s not happy!” Clea vented. “Her pig of a husband makes her miserable, I can just tell. Why couldn’t it be me instead? I’d treat her the way she deserves. I’d treat her like a queen.”

“I know you would,” Bruna assured her. She paused for a moment and then turned to look closely at Clea, a cunning smile on her face. “You know, babe, you do have a way of making that happen.”

Clea threw a sharp look up at her. “I don’t even know if it works.”

“Oh, it works,” Bruna told her, grinning. “I was going to tell you afterward. I tested it very thoroughly. I have all the data you said you’d need to make the final calibrations.”

“Yeah, I bet you were thorough,” Clea snorted. “I heard a few rumors about what you’ve been up to with that heiress girl.”

“Now, now. I don’t kiss and tell.” Bruna’s grin took on a cocky, swaggering quality. Clea’s friend loved to kiss and tell. “Anyway, the point is: it’s amazing! I can’t believe my friend knows how to mind-control people. It’s like you’re a supervillain or something.”

At that, Clea laughed. “It’s just a hobby,” she retorted. “I’ve always liked audio mixing and video editing. It started with music videos, but then I got really curious about how different kinds of sounds and different frequencies can affect the human mind. And, uh, I guess one thing lead to another.”

The ‘another’, in this case, was a suite of software and a set of techniques that allowed her to create audio and video files that had a potent, hypnotic effect on the listener. Clea could almost literally reprogram them with whatever commands she chose - at least, within reason and with enough exposure. Clea objected to the idea that she was some kind of supervillain, but admittedly, the description wasn’t too far off.

“So,” Bruna pressed, “why not put all that work to good use?”

“You mean… with Isabella?” Clea frowned. “No. In fact, I don’t even want that experimental data. I don’t want to think about it.”

"Why not? Just think about it! No more yearning, no more heartache. You could have her.”

Clea felt a definite, stirring pang, but looked away. “It’s not that simple.”

“Of course it is,” Bruna countered.

“I-it wouldn’t be right.”

“From what you said about her husband, it sounds like she’d be happier with you,” Bruna pointed out. “Why not think of it as giving her a little push towards a happy ending? You can’t tell me that’s not part of what this was all for. The testing. Your little hobby.”

“It just…” Clea stood up, shrugging off Bruna’s arm, and started to pace. “I don’t know. It wouldn’t feel right. Not with her.”

“Why not?” Bruna asked again, a touch exasperated.

“Because I care about her, Bruna,” Clea replied. “She’s not just a pretty girl I’m looking to get into bed. It’s more than that. I want her to be happy.”

“You could make her happy,” Bruna pointed out. “That’s what I’m saying.”

“Maybe she’s happy right now,” Clea shot back. “Maybe that’s why she’s still with him. I don’t know. That’s the point. I can’t just decide that for her. What if I’m wrong? What if I make it worse?”

“Wow, babe,” Bruna said, raising an eyebrow. “You really are down bad.”

Clea sank back down miserably onto the bench. “Yeah. I know.”

Bruna squeezed her shoulder. “Well, here’s what we’re gonna do,” she said. “We’re going to keep working out until you’re so exhausted you can barely think. Then we’re gonna go back to my bar and get drunk until you definitely can’t think. Sound good?”

“God yes,” Clea sighed.

“Atta girl.” Clea stood up, allowing Bruna to lie back down along the exercise bench, and rest her hands back on the barbell. As she did, she threw Clea one last look. “But just remember: you ever change your mind, and the data’s yours. Just give me a call.”

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The next evening, Clea’s head was still throbbing from the hangover. Bruna drank hard, and her bar was well-stocked. The headache was a welcome pain. A welcome distraction. To take her mind off of it, and off of everything else, she was preparing a nice, big pot of stew. It would take the edge off her hangover, and give her some welcome nourishment for the week to come. The stew was still simmering on her stovetop, however, when Clea found herself much, much more distracted by a message she’d just received.

Can I come over?

It was from Isabella.

Clea’s boss, the woman she was hopelessly head-over-heels for, had just texted her on a Sunday evening to ask to come over to her apartment. Maybe she should have replied with ‘no’, or ‘I’m busy, sorry’. Maybe she should even have left her on read. There were reasons to. Refusing would have helped maintain professional boundaries, and would have helped Clea stop torturing herself about a doomed romance.

Instead, she had replied ‘yes’ right away.

And now, as she waited for Isabella to arrive, Clea was left with nothing to do but watch her stew simmer and wonder about what, exactly, had happened. She and Isabella had a friendly and warm relationship at work, to be sure. Sometimes they even confided in one another a little - that was how Clea had caught a hint of her marital issues. But suddenly dropping in to visit Clea at her apartment? That was completely unprecedented.

Clea desperately wanted to know why. But with Isabella already on her way, there was nothing for her to do except keep pacing back and forward across her kitchen restlessly, wondering, trying to stop herself from giving in to needless speculation or fruitless hope. Occasionally, she couldn’t help dashing over to the mirror in her bathroom to make sure that she looked presentable. Part of her wanted to put on some makeup, but the knowledge that she’d look like she’d gotten all dolled up on a Sunday night just to stay home and cook held her back.

Eventually, mercifully, the buzzer for her apartment rang.

Clea rushed down and opened the door as quickly as she could, and let out a mourning gasp when she laid eyes on her boss.

Isabella had been crying. That much was obvious from the way her eyes were red from tears and wide with worry. It pained Clea to see her beauty marred by such sadness. She was still beautiful, though. Clea was struck by that every single time she saw her boss.

Isabella Chase was aging more than gracefully into her thirties. Put simply, she had a figure to die for, and looked just as killer in the t-shirt and jeans she was currently wearing as she did in the smart, well-tailored business wear Clea was used to seeing on her. She had a slender, pretty face, with high, arched, sharp cheekbones that somehow became rounded and full when she laughed and smiled, lighting up her whole face. Her short, black, shoulder-length hair framed her features perfectly, and her tanned, brown skin took on a thousand tones in a different light. Clea never got tired of looking at her. She just hoped her boss hadn’t noticed the way she stared. Especially since Isabella did know that Clea was a lesbian.

“Hey,” Clea said awkwardly. “What’s wrong?”

As soon as she saw Clea, Isabella sagged. “I’m sorry,” she said heavily. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“What? No!” Clea replied urgently. “Don’t say that. You’re more than welcome.”

Isabella just sniffled and shook her head miserably. “It’s not appropriate. I’m your boss. You shouldn’t have to…”

“Just come in.” Clea reached out and touched Isabella on the shoulder, lightly. “Please?”

Isabella nodded, just as miserably, but allowed Clea to guide her inside and upstairs into her apartment. Once there, Clea immediately set to fussing over her boss. She got her seated comfortably on the couch, and then went to make tea for the both of them. When she returned, two steaming mugs in hand, she sat down next to Isabella. A worried frown was carving lines into her face.

“I shouldn’t have come,” Isabella repeated, although she seemed more settled than before. “I’m your boss. You put up with me enough at work.”

“Nonsense,” Clea told her firmly. “You put up with me just as much. We can call it even.”

That made Isabella smile, which made Clea smile.

“I just didn’t know where else to go, I suppose,” Isabella explained apologetically, sipping tentatively at her tea. “I guess I didn’t really want my friends to see me like this. So I just started driving around, and then I was in the neighborhood, and I remembered your address, and… well, you’re just so easy to talk to, at work. So I just…”

“I’m glad you did,” Clea said. “Really. It’s not an imposition. But you do have to tell me what’s going on. That’s the only condition.”

Isabella laughed, sniffled again, and nodded. “Well, it’s… it’s him. Again. Robert. My husband.”

A furious shiver raced down Clea’s spine. It was just as she’d suspected. Her husband was the only thing she’d ever seen get anything close to this far under Isabella’s skin.

“What did he do now?” Clea’s voice approached a growl.

“He didn’t…” Isabella started to say in instinctive defensiveness, before sagging again. “It’s not like that, exactly. We just had another fight.”

“I see,” Clea said tersely.

“I want kids,” Isabella said. Now that she was unburdening herself, it came out easy. She wasn’t looking at the expression on Clea’s face. “I want a family. I do. And I thought he wanted that too. I mean, we always said… but now I don’t know. Every time I try to talk to him about it, he gets so…”

Clea worried for all the unspoken things she could hear in Isabella’s voice. “Do you mean…”

“No,” Isabella told her. “Not like that. But he gets so closed off about it. So short-tempered. It’s like… it’s like me, and what I want, are just annoyances to him. You know?”

“Yeah.” Clea had to fight not to grind her teeth. “I know what you mean.”

“It’s at the point where I just don’t know what to do,” Isabella went on. “I just assumed we’d work on it, over time, together, but it’s starting to seem like it isn’t going to get better. I don’t know what to do anymore. Today, when I tried to talk to him, we ended up arguing. And when he started yelling at me, I just… I had to get out of there, Clea.”

“Get out of there?” Hope, tinged by guilt, started to swell in Clea’s bosom. “Like-”

“I mean, how am I supposed to go back to him now, after running out like that?” The words kept flowing out of Isabella. She was starting to tear up again. “Sometimes I feel like I just can’t take it anymore.”

Clea paused for a long moment to gather her courage before saying: “Maybe… you don’t have to. Go back, I mean.”

Isabella looked up at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’re better than him, Isabella!” Clea cried. “It’s obvious. He doesn’t deserve you. You’re amazing. You’re beautiful, you’re kind, you work hard and support yourself and others. If you want a family, you deserve one. You deserve someone who wants to have that with you.”

Her boss let out a sound that was half a laugh, half a sob. “That’s… a nice thought, Clea.”

“I’m serious!” Clea insisted fiercely. “I know it’s a cliche, but there are so many other people out there who could make you happy. You shouldn’t have to devote your life to someone who doesn’t even care enough to talk to you about what you want!”

“It’s not that easy.” Isabella seemed to tense up. “I can’t just walk out on him like that.”

“Why not?” Clea couldn’t bring herself to hold back now. “You don’t need him, Isabella. And you said so yourself - it seems like it isn’t going to get better. So what are you staying with him for?”

“I… I guess I don’t really have a good answer to that,” Isabella admitted. “But I do know one thing. I’m not a quitter. That’s how I’ve made it this far, right?”

“Isabella…” Clea slumped back against the couch cushion, defeated. She could hear the resolve in her boss’s voice, and she recognized all too well the kind of self-defeating logic Isabella was trapping herself in.

“Maybe it’s a little silly,” Isabella said, smiling sadly to herself. “But I really meant all those things I said at the altar. The promises. In sickness and in health, stuff like that. I… I know you mean well, Clea. I just think I need to see this through properly.”

There was nothing for Clea to do but look down and sigh. “I understand,” she said, even though she didn’t.

It took all the strength she had not to blurt out that it should have been her. That she was the one who could make Isabella happy that way. That she would be overjoyed to give Isabella the family her husband wouldn’t.

But of course, her words would have fallen on deaf ears. Isabella was straight, and that was that.

Before Clea knew it, the two of them had lapsed into uncomfortable silence. The only sound in the apartment was the occasional noise of each of them sipping at their tea. Clea knew she had to fix it.

“Hey,” she said abruptly, planting as bright a smile as she could muster on her face. “Well, if you want to stay here, just for tonight, you’d be more than welcome. I mean it. We can have a girls’ night. This couch folds out, and it’s actually not as bad as it-“

The sound of Isabella’s phone lighting up with a text message interrupted her.

Her boss snatched at her phone like a drowning woman at a life ring. The expression of manic, desperate hope on her face as she read the message tore Clea’s heart in two, and immeasurable dread washed over her. She knew exactly what was happening.

“Thank you,” Isabella said to Clea, already gathering herself. “That’s such a kind offer. B-but I need to go now, actually.” She gestured to her phone. “He’s worried about me, and he wants to talk.”

She was smiling as she said it, although Clea knew even Isabella didn’t really believe in whatever platitudes her husband was offering. She was just forcing herself to, because it was the only way she could keep going. Isabella’s smile was as fragile as glass, and Clea couldn’t bring herself to be the one that broke it.

“Sure.” Clea desperately hoped her own smile didn’t look too fake or forced. “Of course. I understand. And, anytime. I promise.”

She walked Isabella out of the building and the two of them said their goodbyes. But the whole time, Clea could only think about how disgustingly false this all was. She’d met Isabella’s husband two or three times, at various work-related social functions. She knew what a boor he was. She knew he wasn’t going to change. But, clearly, he was willing to keep stringing Isabella along with false hope and false kindnesses until it ground her into dust.

Dwelling on it left a pit of nausea in Clea’s stomach. It wasn’t right. She couldn’t let this happen. Not to Isabella.

And there was something she could do about it.

Once Clea got back up to her apartment, she reached for her phone and messaged Bruna.

I need the data.

***

The next morning, it took Clea quite some time to gather her courage before she could bring herself to head into Isabella’s office and bring her boss her morning coffee. Her anxiety was twofold. First, she was afraid that the atmosphere between them would be heavy with the weight of what had happened the day before; with Isabella’s unexpected vulnerability, and Clea’s unwelcome advice. And second, she was afraid that Isabella would see how nervous she was, and somehow sense what she was about to do.

Her first fear, at least, was dispelled from the first moment she knocked and pushed open the door. Isabella was already behind her desk, hard at work, but she rose to greet Clea with a broad grin.

“Clea! Good morning,” she gushed. “Oh, is that my latte? I seriously need it.”

“Of course,” Clea replied. “Same as ever.”

She placed the cup holder on Isabella’s desk, but she must have seemed a touch awkward because Isabella quickly reached out for her hand.

“Hey, um,” Isabella began, “I wanted to say, about yesterday… I’m sorry. Not for turning up - you made it clear that you were happy to help, and I appreciate that a lot. You’re amazing, honestly. The best secretary I could ever ask for.”

Clea’s cheeks started to burn and glow from the praise.

“Instead, I’m sorry for putting you square in the middle of my marital, uh, issues,” Isabella said. “I’m sure that was really, really awkward.”

“No,” Clea replied. “Um, actually, I’m glad you felt like you could confide in me. And… actually, I’m sorry too. I went way too far.”

“Nonsense,” Isabella told her firmly, smiling. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You were just trying to help. To be honest, the advice you gave is exactly what I’d probably give to any of my friends if they were in the same position.”

That acknowledgment brought forth another heavy sigh that piqued Clea’s curiosity.

“May… I ask how it went?” Clea ventured cautiously.

“Good.” Isabella nodded firmly. “At least, I think it was good. We talked, and maybe we didn’t fix our problems yet, but we’re going to keep talking. What more can you ask for, right?”

She was trying to sound brave and sure, and it almost worked. Almost. But Clea knew her boss better than most. Better than her own husband, she’d guess. She saw Isabella every single day at work, and she knew when she was merely putting a brave face on something.

Looking deeper, Clea could see the signs. Under her eyes, she was using a little too much makeup to try and conceal some dark circles. Her eyes themselves were still tinged red. Her hair was a little messier and less lustrous than usual; probably, she’d gone to bed without doing her routine. And, most tellingly of all, her shoulders were sagged slightly in exhaustion and defeat, the way they only usually were on a Friday evening after a truly hellish week.

She wasn’t OK. It hadn’t been good. And that meant there was no reason at all for Clea to hold back.

“Well,” Clea began, “I was thinking, last night. And I have something that I think might help you a little.”

Isabella’s head tilted dubiously.

“Not with the, uh, issues,” Clea added hastily. “Just with how it all feels. It’s something for self-care.”

“Oh!” Isabella brightened immediately. “Clea, that’s so thoughtful.”

Clea had to look away for a moment. “Don’t mention it.”

“So?” Isabella asked eagerly. “What is it? Don’t keep me in suspense!”

Clea swallowed anxiously. This was it.

“This might sound a little weird,” she said, “but I have these… experimental music videos. They’re meant to help you relax. Think of it like… like meditation. Making them is kind of a hobby of mine, actually. I know it’s a little silly, but some people have said they’re really helpful. So, I made one for you.”

She blushed as she said that. Even the half-truth was embarrassing. Isabella, though, looked overjoyed.

“You did?” she exclaimed. “Oh my god, Clea! Thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

Clea blushed again. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Of course I do,” Isabella replied. “I’ve never really tried meditation before, but you’re certainly right to think that I could use something to help me relax a little. I’d love to give it a try.”

“Great!” Clea’s relief was immeasurable, and she found herself grinning from ear to ear. She whipped out her phone. “I’ll send you the video right away. You can just listen to it whenever you have a quiet moment. Just… make sure to grab some headphones. And, uh, make sure you won’t be disturbed.”

“Got it!” To Clea’s great surprise, Isabella pulled her into a brief but warm hug. “Clea, you deserve a raise. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. Things have been so hard lately. It’s truly…”

“Hey.” Clea squeezed Isabella tight as her boss trailed off. “I know. But, Isabella, I can promise you that things are going to get much, much better for you very soon. I can just feel it.”

Once the two of them pulled apart, Isabella’s eyes were glistening.

“Thank you,” she said. “The way you said that almost makes me believe it.”

Clea and Isabella shared a laugh before Isabella went to sit back down at her desk. Clea took that as her cue.

“Let me know if you need anything,” she said, retreating out of her boss’s office. “I’ve got your first call for the day lined up in about twenty minutes.”

With that, each of them returned to the humdrum of a normal workday - but the whole time, Clea was burning with anticipation as she thought about what was going to happen once Isabella finally sat down to listen to what Clea had sent her.

***

The sun was getting low in the sky by the time Isabella’s thoughts turned back to Clea’s gift. It had been a long, busy day of work, with no chance for her to take time out to meditate. But now, the office was quiet. Everyone had gone home - even Clea, who seemed to have been lingering for some reason. Isabella figured she was probably worried about her. Clea was such a sweet girl that way.

Isabella really couldn’t blame her for being worried. Not after the way she’d fled to Clea’s apartment the day before. Just thinking about it was still incredibly embarrassing. Clea had been very kind about it, but Isabella was sure her secretary didn’t genuinely want to spend her weekends dealing with her boss’s personal problems.

Hopefully, earlier, when she’d told Clea that things were looking up, she’d sounded convincing enough to put the younger woman at ease.

The truth was… more complicated.

And that, regrettably, was part of why Isabella was staying late at work. It was the perfect excuse to spend a little less time at home.

Isabella sighed to herself. Admitting that, even in her own head, felt humiliating. Where had it all gone so wrong? When she had gotten married, she’d assumed that would be her happy ending. Having kids seemed like the natural next step - they’d even talked about it, briefly, a few times. Now, Robert got mad every time she brought it up. It was like he’d never wanted a family at all.

Another sigh. These thoughts were doing nothing but making Isabella upset again. They certainly weren’t helping her to get any work done, and the only thing worse than staying at the office to work overtime was staying at the office to do nothing except cry.

Which was why Isabella’s thoughts had turned to that relaxation music video Clea had made for her.

What better time to try it than now?

Isabella took a moment to dim the lights and close the blinds on the windows before sitting back in her office chair and pulling up the video file Clea had sent to her. The first frame looked like nothing but an indistinct mess of colors, and Isabella found herself a little skeptical that a simple music video would be able to offer everything Clea had promised. But, determined to give it a proper try, she took a series of long, deep breaths after putting in her earbuds.

“OK, here goes,” she said to herself, and pressed ‘play’.

Immediately, the screen in front of her exploded into dizzying patterns of motion that made Isabella gasp. There was such depth, vividness and beauty to the colors. It immediately drew Isabella in and captivated her, making her eyes pull wide open in an instinctive bid to drink in everything that was on the screen of her computer.

It was so overwhelming, she barely even noticed the sound playing through her earbuds.

It was music, but unlike any other Isabella had heard, and she only considered it to be music at all because of the vaguely harmonic quality of all the strange beats and tones playing in her ears. All of them were low and resonant; she felt them through her whole body, and underneath them was something like whispering, perhaps a voice, perhaps not. Whatever it was, Isabella found herself unable to bring it into focus.

Instead, all of her attention was on the screen. The true pattern formed by the colors was starting to unfold. At first, she thought it was a spiral, pulling inward, but she soon realized it was pushing outward instead, kaleidoscopic, like an ever-unfurling flower, revealing more of itself with each passing moment. Every new color that appeared at the center of the screen was a revelation, but then the whole image would turn, revealing more of itself yet again, along dizzying lines of symmetry.

Isabella couldn’t look away. Not even when her eyes started to ache from staring. She just slumped back into her seat and started to drool. She had been instantly hypnotized.

The music was getting louder, but Isabella didn’t stir, not even when lyrics started to appear inside her head. Not lyrics; mantras. Simple, blunt statements of fact that Isabella couldn’t seem to bring herself to question. They came one after another, layering atop one another, hammering themselves into her head until they felt like her own thoughts, no matter how strange and foreign they were.

They were true. She knew that. She just knew.

You are a lesbian, Isabella.

It was a hard thing to accept. Isabella had never once thought of herself as anything other than straight. She was even married to a man. So… how hadn’t she noticed it sooner? It seemed so hard to square away, and yet she knew she had to.

You don’t like men.

Isabella stirred. That didn’t seem right. She liked her husband, didn’t she? That was why she’d married him. She loved him… or so she’d thought. But she was a lesbian, so that didn’t make sense. And since she was a lesbian, it seemed only natural that she didn’t like men. Isabella reflected on how she’d felt about her husband in recent days. It hadn’t been positive.

Of course. She was a lesbian, and she didn’t like men.

You cannot orgasm with men.

Isabella blushed faintly, but settled. As unfamiliar as that thought was, it seemed to fit. She was a lesbian, and she didn’t like men. It made perfect sense that she couldn’t orgasm with men.

Her recent experiences with her husband certainly bore that out, too.

You can only orgasm with women.

Each new mantra, each new truth, was getting easier and easier to accept. They intersected and interlinked, mutually reinforcing one another, forming a net wrapped tight around Isabella’s mind.

Forming a new self. A new identity.

You are attracted to Clea.

Isabella gasped. Clea? She’d never once looked at her secretary in that light. It would be completely and totally unprofessional of her.

And yet…

Now that the thought had crossed her mind, she couldn’t un-think it. Clea was pretty. There was certainly no denying that. She had a lovely figure, and such cute freckles, and her long, gorgeous, red hair was so striking. Anyone would call her attractive.

But Isabella wasn’t just anyone. She was a lesbian. She could only cum with women. So, naturally, it meant more to her. It wasn’t just about acknowledging Clea’s attractiveness. It was about feeling it.

Isabella was definitely attracted to Clea.

You are very attracted to Clea.

The intensity of her newly-discovered attraction more than doubled with the repetition. Suddenly, just thinking about her secretary made Isabella squirm in her chair and sent a thrill-shock of pleasure between her legs. She couldn’t believe an attraction this potent had crept up on her, but maybe it wasn’t surprising, if her lesbianism had too.

It was all but unbearable. How was she going to handle seeing Clea tomorrow? How was she going to not blush and stammer every time she looked at her? The worst part was that Clea was a lesbian too. That made the temptation so much more real.

You can’t resist Clea.

All thoughts of self-control immediately dissolved. Isabella was being washed away by the strength of her new feelings. She couldn’t resist Clea. That thought seemed so sinful. She was Clea’s boss. A level of self-discipline and restraint was absolutely essential in the workplace, but Isabella was starting to doubt she was capable of it.

What did that say about her? What kind of woman was she, to be so hopelessly, irresistibly infatuated by a girl subordinate to her, a girl so much younger than her? It was a shameful thought, but the shame was swept up in her attraction and arousal.

A picture of the new Isabella was starting to emerge. She was a lesbian, she was sexually unsatisfied with her husband, and she was desperately obsessed with her own secretary, Clea Samaras.

The longer she stared at the hypnotic images blaring on her screen, the stronger and stronger Isabella’s new sense of identity became. And there was nothing she could do about it. With her eyes wide, all she could do was sit back, stare, and drool, as the mantra began to repeat over, and over, and over again.

You are a lesbian.

You don’t like men.

You cannot orgasm with men.

You can only orgasm with women.

You are attracted to Clea.

You can’t resist Clea.

You are a lesbian…

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secret-subject · 2 years ago

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Is now the WORST time to start a hypno themed content channel? (Yes, but do it anyway!)

So this is going to be a wild ride into hypnosis content creation, inspired a lot by my recent return to making it and how things have shifted over the years. This is in no way trying to deter people from making content, quite the opposite, I want to inspire others to take this as a sign to go for it if you've been thinking about it.

So WTF is going on online?

Welcome to YouTube a platform where anyone with some good ideas can start their own hypnosis channel. A place where you can be a spiral with text, an asmr creator moonlighting as a hypnotist, full cam video or an anime girl with a passion for mind breaking. It's actually wild how things have evolved and I love the shift in the medium. Back in the early days of hypnosis YouTube it really was the wild west, and a lot was able to slip by the community guidelines without a blink of an eye, and I should know, I really did push my luck with some of my own videos. YouTube isn't the only platform in this situation now where you can do hypnosis. You have here on tumblr, twitter (or x, make up your mind Elon), patreon, soundgasm, hypnohub, devient art, twitch. Name a platform or site and odds are someone is doing hypnosis there. This is great because it means the community is growing and the potential reach is expanding but it also means that working as a hypnosis creator is now harder than ever.

Back in 2017 I started a YouTube channel which I had no clue would as of today lead me to 95k subscribers and my entire income being funded through patreon. But if you look at my content from then to now there had to be some massive leaps to keep my name and my work in peoples attention span. Most content creators don't last years, I know I am an outlier and not a norm. This is due to the fact that over time tastes change, the algorithm changes to reflect this audience shift and what you did back then is just not good enough comapred to now. I had to be drastic to weather the storms of mental health, physical health, audience rention and analytics galore, branding shifts, shifts in community. It's all a lot to deal with but if you want to do this in any format you have to be ready to put yourself through it to be a success and even then I look at my work now and I don't think it's truly successful, yet.

I haven't made it and I don't think I ever will because that "made it" feeling, the top of the hill, is such a subjective metric that's hard to describe. Back in 2017 if you'd asked me, "Secret, when will you know that you are a great creator?" and I would have told you, "100k on YouTube, I want my silver play button." I still do want it, but not like I did before. Before it was clout to be quite honest. 100k means you are powerful enough to do what you want to do, to be able to reach brands, to make friends and collab with the bigger channels, to have people look at you and take you seriously as a creator. But none of that matters now. Subscribers are less important than ever. What matters now is attention. Retention. Clicks, engagement and views.

Now back in 2020 I was really rude. I made a video called Seduced into Obedience that blew up my channel. It got half a million views before YouTube made me take it down earlier this year. It's an achievement I could never expect to relive and it was all based on cheating the system. See I knew that back in "the day" people loved doing those audios on YouTube where you would "comment I am a good slave" in the comments. Knowing what I know about YouTube I decided to run a little test, an experiment on my channel. A risk that I thought just might pay off and if not, oh well, worth a try. I made an audio with the aim of making people like it, and comment in the comments. In the same style of those before me, I took a concept that was not often seen and honestly a little stupid, I made it and the worst part is, it worked. It got me seen by huge content creators in the mainstream who memed on me for it. It skyrocketted in views and kept going. It was my first video to hit 100k on YouTube and it is a moment that will never happen again. It was age restricted which killed the growth but the channel kept going and it wasn't a viral hit, but it was a dark horse that built my reputation on YouTube and then I went and changed everything.

Why change if it was going so well?

So one thing about the internet is you have to follow the success where it takes you. I could have made several more Seduced audios for YouTube and in fact I did do that for a little while but, tastes change. I changed. I stopped doing what I was doing and started being a vtuber, a faceless creator and I got into ASMR. At the time ASMR roleplaying was massive so this was a strategy I wanted to try, mix my love of acting and fantasy with my love of hypnosis see what happens. It worked pretty well as those videos also started doing pretty good and now I have a bunch of videos over 100K on YouTube. But this also trapped me in a box. Now I have had time to have a break and come back I noticed, YouTube especially is really hard on ASMR creators. It's hard on hypnosis creators. It's hard on creators because the platform is loaded with content. You have to be unique to stand out. You have to play to your audience. You have to gain people's attention through interest and ideas that are still fresh but not too specific to turn away the people who watch you. It's a battle to keep it going and it's one I have made many, many mistakes in. You have to give your audience the most, but not too much. You have to be avaible to people in the comments, but not too much. It's a fine balancing act and one that will drive you insane if you don't have a great support system.

So why am I sharing this with you?

I'm at a stage in my career as a creator where I am fearless to try new stuff. I am trying not to care about my reputation as a domme or as a person (more on that in a later essay, I'm sure). I'm trying to lead with my creative spirit and not be upset when a video doesn't "hit" or "pop off". I'm not going to leave a livestream anymore and cry because no one came to see me do a thing. I'm splitting my time between making music, gaming and creating fun things for me and making hypnosis and asmr roleplays for the people who want it and not being sad if my song doesn't go viral right away. Because recently after a death in my family, a health scare that nearly ended my career and the loss of a huge opportunity that turned out not to work for me, I have learned that life is too short not to make the fun things I want.

I want to share with content creators that doing this fulltime is scary and it is hard. It is tough to see posts do nothing. It's scary to see that platforms want to ban hypnokink. It's rough to have other creators disown you for being the wrong kind of degen. But if this is your passion and your dream to make this work, you can do it.

How do you get noticed in this challenging environment?

Lead with passion and your own point of view.

I'm not kidding here, it's the best and worst advice I can give you. Too different and you alienate people, not different enough and you aren't memorable. But you have to lead with passion. Passion carries through the screen. People can hear it in your voice, see it in your work. But outside of that, here are some other things you might want to think about if you are going to commit to making content of any kind:

Who is your target audience? If you say yourself, great! What do you like? What do you want? What are you goals with interacting with content? Follow that.

What is your brand (and can you say it in a single sentence) I'm literally not kidding. If you can't describe what you do in one sentence your branding needs work. Eg, hi I'm Secret and I'm a hypnotic nyanpire from New Zealand.

If someone was to see you on the internet, what should they remember? The other day I got a great comment on a piece of art I commed, "I saw this and I immediatly thought of Secret Subject, and then I looked and saw it was posted by her", your branding should be that strong because people see thousands of posts a day. What makes you different? For me, it's purple. It's goth mommy. It's cats and bats. Find your vibe and own it. Do not be afraid to double down and make your entire thing about it. Everytime I get art made, I make it about my character and it must have purple hair because that keeps the brand strong in someone's mind.

What is your purpose? For me without a goal of "this is why I make the content I do" I would be lost and unmotivated. Find your why and write it down, put a post-it on the wall. Tell a friend. Whatever you need to remind you, this is why I do what I do. When times are hard or you run out of steam/ideas go back to this and really hone into what it is you want to say.

Own your mistakes and bad days. We all have them. That thing didn't do well. That video wasn't great. There was a mistake in this thing or I accidentally made a tweet that went viral for all the wrong reasons. It happens. Be honest with yourself but exercise kindness. Own your mistakes and show people you are human even if you play as an anime vampire catgirl online.

Make connections for the right reasons. As an ex-vtuber I can tell you it's hard when people use you or befriend you "for something". It's okay to build business connections and make this all about business but be honest with people, it does go a long way. Have respect for people who are fellow creators and if you seriously are looking for "friends" that's fine but also know that being friends and colleagues in content are not the same and the lines get very blurry at times.

Be persistant instead of consistent. You've probably been told "constancy is key" a bunch here, hell, you may have heard it from me. I used to teach this as part of my content class at cons but it's not as important as just sticking with it. We are not robots. We can't just all schedule tweets to go out perfectly timed and are all amazingly funny all the time. You need time to come up with quality so take it, but do not give up. If you give up and throw in the towel often you won't make it. Especially on social media. Taking a break or hiatus is fine, I just had one myself, but if you everytime it gets too hard say "I'm done" and then come back on a cycle you are just hurting yourself.

Perfection is a creativity killer. Just post that thing. Sometimes just posting that thing will lead to a new classic for the community.

Time to make your mark

I'm still grinding, we all are still out here making it happen in our own ways. I am so excited to watch the next gen of hypnosis creators florish and thrive. I am a huge simp for my friends who take on this challege because they all work so hard and have so much passion for this weird niche kink we all have. I am in awe of people who feel the fear of this journey and keep doing it. I'm in awe of people who started before me and are still here doing it, because it is not easy and I am over pretending it is.

We need diversity in content and especially in hypnosis kink. I am a person from New Zealand, a small country where a lot of us tend not to make a big splash in the world. People like me don't get the kind of platform I am lucky and insanely grateful to have. I encourage you to take your point of view as a kinkster, and make your mark on the world too. Play safe, care about your content and do good. Remember that you don't need thousands of dedicated fans to be popular and you can be someones favorite regardless of how "seen" your work is.

#secret subject #hypnok1nk #content creation #hypnosis

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genericpuff · 2 years ago

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so, i'd been stalking your blog in silence for the past few days/weeks because i used to be a huge fan of LO (i paid patron, was on the discord, own merch and a volume, spent money on fast past for over FOUR years). but as it happened to most fans, i got frustrated and gave up fastpass, and for a while i was trying to stay away from LO critiques because it just made me mad to realize something that was a comfort thing for me was bad all along (and i didn't wanna go full blown anti-LO) but i just finished reading your analysis on the mid-season finale and oh my god dude.

the retcon on how persephone feels about apollo after over 4 years of seeing her hate him because of what he did nearly pushed me over the edge. i feel sick to my stomach, this has to be among the worst things rachel has done and i just wanna say thank you for bringing it up and talking about it so eloquently. i'm a victim of SA and its comforting to see people in the fandom take it as seriously as it should be.

also LO rekindled is a breath of fresh air, thank you for creating it and putting so much work into it <3

Aw man, it's wild when I see people go through the pipeline of realizing LO has issues, mostly because it's a common attack on the critical community that everyone in it are just a bunch of "trolls and haters", but really, a lot of us started in the same boat as you, myself included. I unfortunately just missed the Patreon era, but I remember when I was a diehard fan of LO, it was one of the biggest facets of my friendship with the person who introduced me to it, I would literally be swiping my app refreshing it over and over again in the last seconds leading up to new updates trying to get the episode to just load, I drew fanart, I even did a tattoo of it once for that same friend who got me into it, and yes, I was really pissed that there was an anti community surrounding it.

It's crazy to think back on those times. I do miss how the comic used to make me feel, but at the same time, I know there's no going back to that time so I try to make the best of what I have now within the critic community, and what I've gained since then in terms of dissecting and discussing literature.

I feel so much for your feelings regarding the SA plot, I'm also a victim of SA so it was one of the biggest plot points that drew me into the comic in the first place, so it was really hard to truly realize what the series had become as the SA plotline took a backseat and the characterizations fell apart. It felt like something that I had gone through - and many others who also related to Persephone's struggles - was being used for cheap drama and that feels especially apparent now with how the series seems to be backpedaling it, or at least, replacing it with different motivations to make Apollo the villain, almost like it's an attempt to distract us from the SA and make us want to see his downfall for reasons that Rachel can quantify in a more black and white "good vs evil" kind of way.

I'm so glad you like Rekindled, I made it for people like you and I who loved LO once upon a time but mourn for what it once was before it turned into what it is now. It's been such a cathartic project for me and I'm so happy that others enjoy it too <3

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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ultramagicalternate · 2 months ago

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“Is Will still off with Dunja and Aureolus?” Guinevere wondered. “He hasn’t returned since yesterday…”

“Can confirm, he is still at the tower,” Rostislav announced as he entered the conference room with Ludwig.

“How’s he doing?” Blood-Wraith inquired

“Not sure, but no one said he was doing bad when I checked earlier,” Ludwig answered as the two sat down. “Honestly it’s a bit of a relief to have him preoccupied. He’s a good guildmate, but he does have a knack for getting himself into trouble. I can only begin to imagine the tales Captain Briggs has to tell about his antics…”

“Ha, figured Will’s schtick would’ve been mine, truth be told,” Rostislav stated, making the others chuckle.

“Oh, before we get started,” Guinevere interjected. “This conference room is gorgeous, Tiberius.”

“Thank you, Guinevere,” he replied. “But be sure to also thank Alexia as she primarily handled the interior design. I’ve always figured myself more of an architect… of course, don’t let my parents hear me saying that, as they’d start hounding me to learn interior design,” he said with a laugh.

“Perfectionists I presume?” Blood-Wraith asked.

“Sometimes, but they were more parents who were proud of my accomplishments and wanted to foster my talents and creativity wherever they could.”

Rostislav was nodding along until he remembered something that brought up a curious inconsistency. “Hold up, I thought primordials couldn’t have children given what Will told us about Doc Reynard.”

“Assuming his parents were primordials,” Ludwig pointed out.

“That is a complex subject, gentlemen,” Tiberius put forth. “One second though… Reynard? Oh right, The Sulfur of Old. Ahem, If I recall correctly, God did not want primordials creating their own primordials. Two primordials having a child who just so happened to become a primordial was okay, however. I’d imagine Reynard might still be a little bitter, so he may have left some details out. Both of my parents were primordials in case you’re wondering.”

Blood-Wraith was surprised by this. “Wow, really? Fascinating. Which ones were they?”

“The Alchemist of Old, Gragmund Skull, and The Witch of Old, Geloyra Abeln-Skull. I found my father at The Great Stone Lake upon returning to The Unlight, but my mother's location eludes me at the moment. It’s a shame too as I really want both of them to see my work on the guild. I think they’d be very proud of me.”

Deimos could not help but laugh, recalling memories from the Epoch. “If you guys think Tiberius is a stern leader, you should’ve seen Gragmund at the helm. Ermenrich didn’t dare pull any pranks when he was around.”

Tiberius also laughed. “Where do you think I got it from, Eustorgio?”

“True, true,” he replied with a chuckle before turning his attention back to the others. “A little fun fact: Gragmund took a liking to Mal and was proud of Leif for taking her in. She learned a great deal of her magic from Tiberius’ old man.”

“How wonderful,” Guinevere complimented. “Ahem, not to change the subject, but you guys wanted to discuss my mother’s actions?”

“Ah yes, that,” said Tiberius, getting back on track. “As much as I enjoy recounting the past, the present is more important at the moment. What are your thoughts on the duel, Guinevere?”

She looked up for a moment, then sighed. “Well, I wanted my mother to take things seriously and I guess this will have to do. A little unorthodox if you ask me…” Guinevere then turned to Blood-Wraith. “I’m not angry, but did you really have to egg her on that night?”

Blood-Wraith slowly nodded with a subtle look of guilt on his face. “That keeps me up at night… and my arguments with Tiberius… and the time I yelled at dad over Dunja…”

Deimos shook his head. “Blood, do I need to go get your dad so he can talk to you about this stuff again?”

“Ah…!” Blood-Wraith paused, realizing he was dwelling on the past again. “No…”

“Reminds me of when I left Universe-X090X,” Ultimatum remarked as he entered from a turquoise portal. “I still question my clean up efforts in that universe.”

Tiberius noticed that Ultimatum looked a little upset as he took a seat at the table. “Schwarzes, my boy, what’s the matter?”

He sighed as he sank into his seat and popped a peppermint candy into his mouth. “Ealdhelm finally got on our case for the time travel business…”

“Aw, that’s no good,” Deimos sympathized. “He wasn’t angry, was he?”

“No, just disappointed… Beorhtric more so than Zal and I.”

Rostislav appeared to be a bit confused. “Wait, hold up. Are you telling me this mission wasn’t fully approved?” The worry in his voice was noticeable.

“You really thought someone like Ealdhelm would approve of our recklessness?” Ludwig reasoned. “Honestly I think the only reason this mission wasn’t vetoed was because a lot of this stuff needed to happen.”

“Wait, pardon me?” Guinevere interrupted. “Everything?”

Ludwig nodded. “More or less.”

Blood-Wraith patted Guinevere on the shoulder. “That keeps me up at night too…”

“Why do you think us higher dimensionals refuse any form of omniscience?” Ultimatum clarified. “Ignorance at our scale is bliss.”

Tiberius felt bad for Guinevere, and was hoping he could console her as he could see the dread on her face. “If it’s any consolation, Guinevere, we’re all here now, aren’t we? It’s not an ideal way to get to where we need to go, but we are moving forward at the end of the day. I’d be lying if such things did not weigh on my mind too.”

“Goodness, do I… am I even in control of my own actions? Am I just someone’s tool to fix the machine?”

“Welcome to the club,” said Blood-Wraith. “We’ve got jackets…’

“Well I suppose if it leads to us being able to defend the Cosmos…” Guinevere’s reflection was interrupted by Edmund running down the hallway, chattering as he went, with Alexia and Mizuki chasing after him. “Edmund, be careful!” Guinevere called out. “Pardon me for a second, everyone…” she said as she went after the three. This made the others laugh.

Tiberius stood up with a smile on his face. “Perhaps a brief recess is in order.”

“Yeah,” Blood-Wraith agreed. “Want to go play some video games, Schwarzes?”

“Sure, Blood. That'll be fun,” he said as he got up and started to follow him out of the room.

“Tiberius, do you need my input for the rest of this meeting?”

He took a second to think about it. “If it comes up, we’ll call. Otherwise you’re clear to go have some fun, the both of you.’

“Thanks, Tiberius,” Ultimatum replied. “I think I need to unwind a little…”

The following day was a bit more upbeat and Blood-Wraith wanted to go check on Will, but Deimos needed his help. Specifically he needed Blood-Wraith, Dragoslava, Desislav, and Tusk to come with him to Aqua World as the denizens of the stranded spaceship above the planet were starting to explore the islands below. Thankfully Ludwig and Rostislav volunteered to go check on Will in Blood-Wraith’s stead. It was a peaceful day in The Iron City, with a gentle breeze and an occasional cloud passing by above in the azure sky. The contented residents of the city were going about their daily business, vaguely aware of what was going on with the guild.

Ludwig and Rostislav were enjoying the walk to The Singing Storm Tower as The Iron City of the past experienced a kind of peace that could have only existed during that exact point in time. As they neared the lift station, the two ran into Barna and Gratiana. Barna was Englehart’s brother, a strong and tall man with slightly messy, blonde hair and a fairly kept, full set of facial hair. His clothes were stained with dirt and had signs of repairs here and there, but he was a blacksmith after all. As for Gratiana, she was a beautiful woman with flowing, golden hair and wore elegant, yet casual attire. She had gone through a great deal of strife in her past before joining The Blades of Dunja and marrying Barna. The couple was hoping they would run into the two men and were quick to get their attention.

“Hey, future squad boys!” Barna called out as they walked up. “Got a moment?”

“Hello, Prince Barna, Lady Gratiana,” Ludwig said with a bow.

“Salutations, you two,” Rostislav greeted as he shook their hands. “What can we do for you?”

Gratiana chuckled as Rostislav’s friendliness and casual nature was endearing to her. “Well firstly it is a pleasure and an honor to meet both of you. We were wondering if you could answer a curiosity we’ve had even since you arrived here. It has nothing to do with Valerie, rather it’s a matter personal to us.”

Ludwig and Rostislav looked at each other and nodded, as they knew what was about to be asked. It was a subject Ultimatum had cautioned them about. “While we’ll have to see what I can reveal, go ahead,” said Ludwig.

Barna took a quick breath and tapped his boot on the sidewalk. He felt awkward, but he had to ask. “So as you two know, Gratiana and I are married, making me Gummi’s new father… New being the key word here. You two are familiar with Milosh Proch, right?”

“Certainly, your highness.”

“Your or ours?” Rostislav snuck in, only to get a light whack from Ludwig.

“It’s okay, lads,” Barna said with a guilty laugh. “Obviously you two know the story of how he died and… oh boy… I noticed that day the anomaly used lightning magic and… Ludwig? Was… was that you?”

Ludwig sighed as unpleasant memories returned to him. “Yes, that was me. It was a moment of blind fury and weakness as a result of the mission to rescue Bravo Squadron going south at my hands…”

“To be fair, it was also my fault…” Rostislav added.

“No, it wasn’t…”

“Come on, Fido, you know it just as well as I do that I messed up that mission.”

“How so?”

“Is this some kind of backwards reprimand?!” Rostislav shot back. Barna and Gratiana were trying not to chuckle, as they felt bad for the two. “I disobeyed direct orders, throwing the entire mission into chaos!”

“Well yes, but it was my inflexible leadership that prompted you to disobey my orders in the first place” Ludwig reminded him.

“Um, gentlemen?” Gratiana interjected. “I’m sure both of you fought valiantly that day. The battlefield is a truly chaotic, unpredictable place. Trust me, I know it all too well.”

Ludwig had to laugh a little as Rostislav gave him a mild glare. “Thank you, Lady Arlotti-Schindewolf. Criticize yourself all you want, Private, but I still take full responsibility for that mission.”

Rostislav kicked a pebble aside, looking up at the sky and sighing. “Well there’s no arguing with him when he gets all formal like that…”

“If it’s any consolation, both of you deserve recognition as that harrowing day’s victory at The Storm Plateau also belongs to the both of you,” Barna asserted. “We were in deep trouble, and on behalf of The Iron City and Shadowland, we thank you as we couldn’t have done it without you.”

“But is any glory deserved given the elephant in the room?” Ludwig asked.

Barna paused and averted his gaze for a second as a knot of sorrow formed in his chest. “Killing a boy’s father is something you don’t just walk away from. I may have not pulled the trigger that day, but I was going to and might as well have. I pray I never have to fight a war like that ever again, and I’ll protect Gummi as if I had helped give birth to him. My demons will always follow me, but they’ll have to buy a good pair of sunglasses as I’m not leaving the light anytime soon.” Gratiana was holding his hand, which gave him the warmth he needed.

“Well said, your highness,” Rostislav said with a bow, making Ludwig smile. “My dad, Zoltan, would raise a mug to that fortitude.”

“Keep moving forward, Prince Barna,” Ludwig reassured. “It’s all we can do at the end of the day, even with blood on our hands. We did what we had to and there’s no undoing that.”

“Thank you, lads,” Barna replied. “I know that was a heavy subject, but I greatly appreciate you hearing me out.” He then checked his watch and chuckled. “Well now, best not keep you two any longer.”

“Farewell for now, you two,” said Gratiana. “Best of luck to you and the guild. And give Will our regards. If he wishes to visit us, he’s more than welcome to.”

“Good day, and thank you,” Ludwig said with one last bow.

“See you two back in the future if we don’t see you later!” Rostislav called out as he headed into the lift station with Ludwig. As they walked across the somewhat busy platform to one of the lift carriages, he let out a sigh of relief. “How did I do, Ludwig?”

“You did fine, Rostislav,” he said as he got a carriage ready. “Just work on your manners for next time. They were fine for that conversation, but just keep in mind our relation to the Iron City royalty.”

“Rostislav chuckled. “Ha, noted. Manners were never my strong suit, but keep moving forward, am I right?”

Next: Chapter 26

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sleepyhollands · 1 year ago

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hi my loves. as many of you know, i’ve been sleepyhollands on tumblr since 2020. since then, i’ve written fanfiction about tom holland and co., peter parker, and harry styles. most recently (and i say this loosely because this was a year ago) i posted a demon!harry blurb that received a lot of attention, and i announced it would become a mini-series. however, after much deliberation, i’ve decided against moving forward with writing on tumblr altogether.

i didn’t come to this decision lightly, because i feel like i have so much left to create, and the fanfiction community i run in has been so lovely and supportive of me over the years. i also feel guilt over letting go of a project i promised to complete. but at the end of the day, i know this is the right choice for me.

there’s a few reasons. for starters, i feel as though my life is really fast-paced at the moment (and for the foreseeable future), and i don’t quite have time to write in day to day life. for a couple years now, every time i’ve sat down to start writing, it’s felt like a chore. for the demon!harry mini-series, i wrote (i kid you not) at least 20 drafts of the first chapter, which is why i kept promising the release “soon,” but it never came. it felt so forced each time i read it back, and once i realized i had fallen out of love with writing, i knew i would never end up finishing the series. so i figured it would be best to not start it at all for the sake of saving everyone from a story they would never know the end of.

additionally, i’ve lost interest in the people i’ve written about. that’s not to say i don’t love them as people/characters and won’t continue to support them in their careers, i just don’t feel motivated to create or consume content about them anymore. again, it feels more like something i have to do rather than something i want to do, and that’s no fun for anyone.

finally, and i truly hate to say this… i’ve honestly come to dislike what reading and writing fanfiction has come to. now, i’d like to make it very clear that i am not attacking any creators either on tumblr, wattpad, or ao3. i love all my mutuals and the writers i consume content from. that being said, this new culture of “social media alternate universes,” “text message alternate universes,” and my least favorite: capitalizing on fanfiction through patreon or other related sites has just made me less and less inclined to engage in the fanfiction community.

our generation is so phone/social media-oriented that it’s made its way into the content i’d prefer to just read. and if that’s your cup of tea, that’s totally fine! consume whatever content you enjoy, seriously. but i don’t get fulfillment from reading make-believe text threads or instagram posts, and i’m noticing it more and more, to the point where blocking tags such as “#smau” just isn’t cutting it anymore.

and the patreon thing…. listen, i get that we live in a world where people are just trying to make money in any way they can. i’m not judging in the slightest. it’s hard out here, i understand. that being said, the beauty and allure of fanfiction to me is that it’s free— it’s pure and accessible to everyone. and i’ve found that i’m simply not willing to spend money on a non-essential product i used to be able to consume free of cost. i mean that in the least petty way possible, truly. i’m not calling it immoral, or a scam, or unfair for creators to earn money for their work. i just miss when everything around me wasn’t subscription based, and now that even fanfiction can cost money, i’ve developed a bit of an aversion to it.

(as a quick, unrelated side note, i’d like to mention that the fanfiction circles i’m in are all hyper-fixating on tropes i’m really not into, such as heavy bdsm-centered content, major age gaps, dad’s best friend, best friend’s dad, etc., and this is making it hard to continue engaging with them and their content. while i will always love and support the writers on this site, i want to avoid coming across this content entirely.)

all of this to say, i’m not sure if i’ll keep this account. i’m not planning on leaving tumblr, but i’m heavily debating deleting this account and creating a new one for a fresh start. that, or i’ll leave this up and move to a new account. i’m not sure yet. in any case, i’ll try to make sure there’s a place you can go to access my writing if you choose to come back for a re-read.

i want to thank everyone for being so kind to me over the years, and i’m sorry if i’ve disappointed anyone with this information. i’ll be tagging people from my taglist, and those who mentioned they wanted to be tagged in the demon!harry mini-series below. much love. 🤍

@callsign-scully @lnmp89 @keepdrivingkisses @tenaciousperfectionunknown @landosangel @tom-hlover @voguesir @iadoresleep @lmaotshollandd @starkscosmos @st-ev-ie @axelinchen @pleasinghellfire @kimmi-kat @mopeymousey @coolhotsexygemini10 @harrys-cherrry @vamprry @sunflowervol18 @lillefroe @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @bbontenswhhore

#this is not to say i will NEVER return to writing #but not on this blog and not for these people #thanks for understanding 🤍#kisses

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000samael · 4 months ago

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Monthly Blog 4/1/25: Talking about my tense relationship with making comics

Questions about art? About my characters? I'll address them in my monthly blogs, I'm tired of talking about myself! To submit questions, email me at [email protected] or leave them in my Tumblr inbox/neocities guestbook.

April is here! Possibly my favorite month! New beginnings! Warmer weather that isn't oppressive! In my case, road trips!

Reflecting on new beginnings...It's time for me to seriously re-examine my relationship with comics. I'm not sure anyone has been following along with my Monthly Comics journey, considering that it's been kept behind my Patreon paywall, but if you've been keeping up, I'm on month three of this challenge and I'm starting to realize that it's failing to do what I intended it to do for me.

I've been in a comics rut since I sold my short comic anomaly back in Dec. 2023. That is the last time I have been able to get a full comic - not just a two panel test page - past the rough sketch phase and into something fully realized. I've been lending my services as an illustrator to an independent comic project, but that is a loooooong, multi-chaptered affair that has not yet progressed to line art. I initially thought that maybe I was burnt out with art, but that can't be true, since I'm still drawing, just...not in comic form. And it's not for a lack of ideas! I come up with many comic ideas that I absolutely love, I just don't execute them fully! So what's the hold up?

To me, the logical next step seemed to be something like my monthly comics challenge, which is supposed to span a year and encourage me to hold myself to a goal of completing one comic a month. But then I got tired. January's comic was left unfinished because it was too long. February's was abandoned because I just hated how it was coming out. I got much further with March's comic - granted, it is only three pages - but I started to hate that one as well.

It's dawning on me that my issues with comics aren't the result of a lack of ideas (or really a lack of time either, since I clearly have time to illustrate and also do my coursework), but rather my own perfectionism. This certainly isn't helped by the fact that I'm not as confident in my stylistic choices in my comics as in my illustrations. I put a lot of pressure on myself to create comics that are visually perfect and also emotionally meaningful, which should actually take second place to practicing paneling and figuring out how I want to approach simplifying my process to fit a medium as labor-intensive as comics, at least as of now. Maybe I don't want to simplify my process at all! How am I supposed to know this if I keep dropping comics before I get the chance to figure them out?

This leads to me doing two things; abandoning all of my comics because they don't fit up to my standards (which robs me of the chance to learn through failure), and running around in circles doing panel tests (ultimately useless past the first two, because my style as an artist is going to keep changing with time no matter what I do).

All that is to say, attempting to brute-force my way back into loving comics like I used to isn't working because it isn't tackling the heart of my issue. Before writing this blog post, I was thinking about what this means for my monthly comics challenge. I'm really not sure if I should quit and distance myself from the medium, allowing me time to "recharge" and rediscover why I loved comics so much, or if I should keep making attempts, just with much looser standards in hopes of finding comics fun again.

I never know how to end these, by the way. I think I'm going to start doing show, book, movie etc reviews to fill some of the future blogs up because I can't make every single one about myself and my projects. This is mentioned before the cut, but if you've read this far, here's a reminder that I also want to use this blog format to answer anybody's questions about my characters, my art process, etc. in a more detailed format. I don't check my DM's anymore (in fairness to me, they're broken, and I don't like talking to strangers in such a direct way anyway) but I love talking about art and typing these long posts with my new keyboard that has very chunky clicky keys, so please send any questions my way, if you have them.

#000samael monthly blogs

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erinvdcrinklysprinkly · 4 months ago

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Ok folks, get out your bingo cards for this one!

Listen, those of y'all who have known me in this fandom know that I take my posts seriously, making sure I take the proper precautions to label and censor my adult content appropriately and abide by Tumblr's Guidelines. I don't know anything about Haru's past other than what he's told me, but I know Nirmal hasn't given anyone a reason why we should believe a word she says. She has been very well known to create multiple accounts and stage conversations in the past to try and make other people look bad on her behalf.

This is surely innocent -

https://www.patreon.com/login?ru=%2Fposts%2Fjust-little-120343929&immediate_pledge_flow=true&post_tier_unavailable=true

https://www.patreon.com/login?ru=%2Fposts%2Fspotted-120291681&immediate_pledge_flow=true&post_tier_unavailable=true

https://www.patreon.com/login?ru=%2Fposts%2Fpov-gordon-you-118333847&immediate_pledge_flow=true&post_tier_unavailable=true

And don’t forget -

As far as I'm aware, this woman is throwing a toddler tantrum because I told her, speaking as an admin of the model train group community she was in...

The woman’s images were used without her permission to create false accusations. You really can’t be this slow. You are enjoying harassing her.

(That she later on called a harem because I'm the only afab person in the admin group - taking normal club group photos we've taken at events and saying LOOK SHE'S PROBABLY FUCKING THEM - sexualizing myself and dozens of other people without our consent.

Actual fucking sociopath behavior)...

And taking a woman’s images without her permission to make false accusations for harassment purposes is completely normal. You just don’t like taking some of your medicine.

This all began with her calling someone she thought was a minor a slur.

It all began when someone inboxxed her an insult laden message with lies and insults about the Gaza scammers. Crinkly, Bruhstation, and others decided to randomly reblog her insults and harassment, quickly increasing to all sorts of false accusations, with the only proof being things taken out of context.

And can I go on a brief tangent to mention the belittling of sex workers? - It's not just all about the obvious fake porn bot scams. It's a legitimate profession with heavily administered safety regulations. She would learn this if she took a step back and educated herself for two fucking seconds, but no. Her word is law and we must chastise anyone who exposes a fucking collarbone.

Comparing OF models to murderers is psychotic.

Someone who supports sex workers and only fans has no room to talk about paedophiles and groomers.

https://www.reuters.com/investigates/special-report/onlyfans-sex-children-accounts/

So that alone is concerning. I wouldn’t want someone who promotes this anywhere near children. Anyone with common sense wouldn’t.

And even moreso is telling all this to someone she thought was A CHILD and then telling them to GET STUFFED.

The woman didn’t know the actual age of the person. She was upset with him harassing her and acting like an adolescent bully. The idea that you are ok with adolescents bullying older people is sickening. No wonder your family didn’t want you. More on that later.

And THAT all started because she brazenly lumped Palestinians with scammers, got called out for it (initially by a minor in this screenshot) and then proceeded to react with name-calling and aggressive bullying to anyone who disagreed with her views because she is actually incapable of talking to anyone like a normal human being.

Again, the woman was being inundated by people being encouraged by crinkly and her mates to harass her, mass reclining and spreading hate. They knew what they were doing. They wanted to silence her because they didn’t agree with her. Funny how they accuse her of the things THEY do.

Now she's upset by the real life adult consequences of her actions, because she believes she's untouchable for being "born first". She's grasping at every straw she can make up to drag down myself and anyone who interacts with me by:

making up conspiracies with little "evidence" other than copy/pasting textbook definitions of psychology terms

She doesn’t think of herself as untouchable, but it’s clear you don’t have respect for anyone unless they pander to you. We know you will deny this. You also take no responsibility for any actions, unless to make yourself look like a victim, which your fan base eats up like fish attacking fish food. You exploit their gullibility. So yikes on that.

“Conspiracy theories are beliefs that a major event or situation is the result of secretive collusion by powerful people, often involving hidden agendas or manipulation, and often resistant to evidence or counter-arguments.” Nope, but you sure are.

smearing 20+ personal pictures of myself (none of which imply any sexual nature), my partner, and dozens of fandom members (including minors) scraped from any social media she can find so she can spout her fucked up sexual hypotheticals

She wasn’t intending to prove anything sexual by the images alone. Besides, you think it’s perfectly fine to post images of her that also were not sexual, but put them in a post making false accusations.

posting my +18 art publicly and claiming it's pedophilia/a danger to minors because it's themed around TTTE, even though the art is of consenting human adults, posted under an account that states minors are not allowed to interact, and full versions are locked behind a paywall where you need to prove you're +18 to pay for it,

You and those in your friend circle are the onesconstantly saying she was ‘sexualising children’s characters’, when you do the same. You don’t like when you have to be accountable for what you accuse others of.

and making 600 alternate accounts to scream about how a significant chunk of the fandom is "victimizing her" for not being allowed to get her own way.

Actually, you manipulate others in the fandom to not giving her a voice, and bullying her. Again, you enjoy trying to hurt her. This is why you feel no empathy. Neither you, or your friends group ventured to have a civil conversation with her. That would have avoided all of this. However, that was never your intention.

Meanwhile she's still found talking publicly to minors about how she "hates genitals/young genitals" and going into inappropriately excessive personal details in conversations.

Where is she getting the idea that I'm acting inappropriately with minors when she is literally doing that???

You are a paedophile supporter and groomer because you defend an actual pedophile who has sex chatted minors, and defended others in his discord server. You also spread hatred and make sure that as many people in the fandom believe your lies, and gang up on a woman, because you don’t agree with her - or rather, because she’s competition to you. You will laugh this off, of course, because you want to look like you don’t care. You are insecure. It does bother you, but not for the reasons you claim. This secretly tortures you.

This is the behaviour YOU encourage.

She has to constantly make it clear that she’s not into sex or romance because YOU and YOUR FRIENDS spread false accusations. She wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t. She hates EVERYONE’S GENITALS. This is why she hates the sex bots. She doesn’t want pornographic images of young people, especially young women, being forced upon her. (She doesn’t want old women, or men of any age - young or old - forced on her either in sexual ways.) She warned people, so that they would be aware that these accounts could cause harm, and you chose to start fights over that. She doesn’t hate actual Gazans. She even put links to reputable places those who wanted to contribute aide to on her profile. It is only you and few others claiming she is republican, conservative, Zionist, and the like.

She has not flirted with anyone, and even posted conversations where people tried to get inappropriate, and she had to redirect them, because she felt uncomfortable. You conveniently ignore this.

Tell me these aren't the ramblings of a mentally unstable individual.

Mentally sound adults in their 40's don't fucking do this.This is exactly why we don't want her at events anymore!! Because we don't want to have to do damage control if she can't keep the topic of hating sex out of her mouth in every fucking discussion!!

Mentally sound young people wouldn’t be gathering as many in a fandom together to make false accusations about anyone, especially someone 13 years their elder. Again, “it’s not my fault! I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s her fault!” She wouldn’t have to constantly defend herself if she didn’t have this going on. However, you purposely ignore this fact, because you enjoy causing her pain. This makes you happy.

In regards to my +18 art, my censored preview images are labeled appropriately as mature sexual content, posted under the appropriate tags to avoid being seen in mainstream tags, and I make it known in my bio that minors should not interact with this blog or they will be blocked. And I often encourage anyone to speak up in case anything gets missed or overlooked.

Mmhm. That’s why they were available until recently. Also, links above, easily available as of writing on your main blog.

At the end of the day, it's the parents' responsibility to monitor their children's internet access. As the artist, I am only responsible for taking the right avenues to make sure that this type of content is only seen in the appropriate places. Not just to respect minors' safety, but to respect those who do not wish to see such content. It's why | keep that shit under a pseudonym.

If you're actively seeking out my adult content, then you've purposely chosen to disregard the warnings and disclaimers. That is YOUR fault.

It’s funny how the woman made a post about this before you, and now you change your tune. How convenient.

In public, a responsible artist should keep that content separated from professional settings.

And that’s why whilst you do have a patreon, beyond which some of your content is, other stuff wasn’t. Until you got called out, of course.

Imagine you're at a convention or public event - and this random crotchety middle aged woman waltzes in with a dress covered in Gordon's face, waving around a big banner of some random person's censored pornography of consenting adults, screaming about how she's disgusted by sex and the fact these images exist.

Imagine that same woman comes to a convention where you are (which you can sigh with relief over - she wouldn’t want to be around you or anyone who act like mindless worker bees for you anyway.) , minds her own business, and purposely ignores you. She acts perfectly fine, perfectly mature, but you try to get security to cause a scene anyway. She never waved around censored porn. This is what YOU imagine, what you hope would happen, because YOU imagine getting revenge on her in your mind.

Notice how the artist isn't waving that shit around?

But you are. You are the one create insane hypothetical situations, and lest you be reminded that you used images of the woman without her permission to make a ban post to stir drama. Good going there.

Yeah, the police would be called in a heartbeat.

The police would laugh in your face. That would almost be worth seeing, but she’d rather put that energy into better places. You can keep your vitriol to yourself. She was at the Unlikely Fandom event with you, and acted perfectly fine. No one had her kicked out, no one had to reprimand her. You became upset because she had to defend herself over your lies.

And this is all while pretending she's her own fan saying she's "done nothing wrong".

We know it's you, Nirmal. You're not slick, sweetie.

Yawn. 🔄 (reversed back onto you)

"Disturbingly Sexual Art" and "sexualizing human forms", god forbid an adult is attracted to another adult.

Whilst you and your friends claim the very same characters she is attracted to are ‘sexualising children’s show characters.’

Just because nobody finds you attractive, doesn't mean everyone has to bow down to your conservative brainworms.

We finally stooped to that level. Plenty of men find her attractive. She doesn’t want them. She also doesn’t want women. Because you are hypersexual, this concept is inconceivable to you. You don’t like the idea that you have to mentally compete with her over the characters you drool over.

You’re not that special. You’re no prize, and both you and your boyfriend have been with others. Bitch, you’ve been around the block like an old Buick. Yet, you act like you are God’s gift. Lmfaoooo.

All I know is that I'm done catering to the whims of a random batshit lunatic woman on the internet, who names her cat after a character she wants to hypocritically fuck, with nothing better to do in her middle aged lonesome life than pick fights with strangers in the Thomas the Tank Engine fandom, because she wasn't allowed to get away with abusing minors.

And here we go descending into those insane, sickening false allegations. Yikes.

She refers to the cat as Gordon jr. it’s a play on naming your child after you or your spouse. It doesn’t mean she has inappropriate intentions for the cat. You logical fallacies reveal how truly umhinged you are. You are the sociopath. Ooos! You hate being called out! You only like when people fawn over you! You hate that one person doesn’t, but you are profoundly grateful that she doesn’t have a huge following. THAT would terrify you.

Back to the ‘abusing minors diatribe.’ Again. You really sound like every other stereotypical bully in the fandom, who, when they don’t like someone or don’t agree with them has to call them paddies, abusers, groomers, etc. to cancel them. It kills you to know you are the problem. If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn’t be defensive, and would be civil. This makes you glaringly guilty.

In my humble opinion, she better shape the fuck up and take action to better herself... or she can go drag her face across some grass and swallow the dog shit she finds along the way.

Yep that sounds super mature.

Either way, l'm done.

Ah, but you’re not. You and your friends, who you encourage, will SAY you are done, and you want this to end - but you don’t. You gain power from the attention you get from increasing people blindly agree with you. You HATE civil discussion. You will continue posting. You will encourage your friends to continue posting. You will beam when they post. So will they. This is an emotional drug for you.

You do all of these things.

I'm tired. I have bigger adult matters to worry about like the three jobs I work, the state of our crumbling nation, neighbors at risk of getting deported, and making sure my family and special needs brother in law still have fucking healthcare.

About that -

Not that she would know anything about empathy.

The same woman you are hating on cared for 5 relatives, all of which she had complicated relationships with. She tutors a friend who has learning disabilities. She helped the friend graduate from uni. She also helped her ex get his PHD, tutored others in school (Muslims in fact!), and defended several minors who were being harassed by a teenager who sent them porn.

And you - you harass an older woman and make false accusations. You see nothing wrong with this.

She's most likely gonna say I might be fucking them too because I live in her head rent free and she loves nothing more than fantasizing about people in fucked up illegal sexual situations.

You chose to ignite a fight in December, and then decided to reignite that fight on twitter/X. If you were not into this, you wouldn’t have shot your mouth off on her blog, and then constantly did what you could to drag this out. Or to have as many people in the fandom side with you to drag this out. Some of are them even going as far as to threaten to not stop until they silence her/drive her out of the fandom. You thrive on this. You won’t encourage them to stop. You won’t stop yourself. You will continue to say over and over ‘I’m done, I want this to stop’, but you will continue to post. You’re soooo predictable at this point.

Also, the woman who wants nothing to do with sex is fantasising about people in fucked up illegal sexual situations.Nope. That’s you. Doesn’t make sense, except in YOUR twisted mind, and the minds of those desperate for your acceptance and attention. The woman doesn’t care if she’s not popular in the fandom. This won’t stop her from enjoying the engines, which is what she REALLY wants, NOT anyone’s kids. And then spreading false accusations about them, and getting as many people in the fandom to side with you.

It’s funny too how you mention ‘conservatives’ and ‘brain worms’. Conservatives claim to be sooooo invested in ‘protecting the children’ so they look good to the general public. And like you, they amass a large following of blind followers, of whom don’t care about logic. They are happy to be part of the crowd. They don’t really care about children. Many of them have questionable connections. That is you.

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