#to be able to take constructive criticism without taking it as a personal attack on me.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

My roommate and I had a conversation last night and I keep rotating it in my brain and I Don’t Like It

[thewistlingbadger]

Yes Silco hates Vi for what she did to Jinx and for being a dangerous threat to him that is outside of his control and out of fear that he'll lose Jinx to Vi but I also think he hates her because she doesn't fit the narrative he has constructed.

The entire basis of Silco's relationship with Jinx is that they are one in the same. He doesn't take her in because she had nobody, he doesn't take her in because he knows her, he doesn't take her in because he pities her, he takes her in for one reason and one reason alone:

"She left me. She is NOT my sister anymore!"

After she says this Silco looks down at her, looks up at Vander's corpse, and then diverts his attention back to Jinx. Silco takes comforts Jinx, takes her in, and raises her as his own daughter because he used to be her. Her pain over Vi is his pain over Vander. She is the first and only person he has ever met who could possibly understand and relate to his past with his brother.

This huge similarity between them is CRITICAL to their bond and is the foundation for everything when it comes to the two of them as a duo. Silco gives Jinx advice based on his own experiences and traumas. He tells her to let the past die and reinvent herself because it's what HE did after Vander betrayed him. He teaches her to be feared by others because it was what HE did after Vander betrayed him. These two examples were effective for both of them but also toxic. The show draws many visual and narrative parallels between Silco and Jinx to cement their kinship AND they have Silco just flat out say it several times throughout the show.

"Everyone betrays us, Jinx! Vander- HER! They will never understand. It's only us."

Life is entirely subjective and based off your own experiences and interpretations. Constructing a narrative is often a coping device humans will use to try to explain things that they do not truly grasp or understand. For example: If your partner cheats on you, you might construct the narrative that they never loved you in the first place, because you cannot reconcile the nature of your relationship with the fact that they ultimately treated you as disposable.

We see characters in arcane construct narratives to save themselves from heartache all the time. Young Viktor constructs the narrative that Singed is a bad and twisted man because he doesn't understand why Singed would go to the lengths he did to keep Rio alive. Vi constructs the narrative that Silco is keeping Jinx captive because she doesn't understand how else the two of them could be connected and simultaneously alive. Silco constructs the narrative that he was once a weak man because he cannot understand why Vander would mistreat him so harshly and how Silco didn't see it coming.

Silco is of the partial belief that he was betrayed because he was weak and had he not been weak, he wouldn't have been betrayed. At bare minimum he would have been able to defend himself from Vander's attack. Remember, Silco went about a decade without speaking to Vander. He never got his note. He doesn't know the true reason why Vander attacked him and he never gets a true apology either, even after he is finally reunited with Vander. Having to deal with something so painful without being given an explanation or stance of reasoning has resulted in Silco becoming a twisted man, who says shit like "the only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing" and "I hated you but you kept my respect."

He passes this way of thinking down to Jinx because to him, they are one in the same. To him she is going to benefit from his advice because he knows what he's talking about. To him the betrayal of their siblings is what binds them and Jinx is the only close bond silco has in his life. Even before Vi's "betrayal" Silco saw the way she was like Vander. So to him those two have also been one in the same for a long time.

But when Vi comes back, she does not behave like Vander. When Vi is reunited with Jinx, the first thing she does is apologize for leaving Jinx. Vander never apologized to Silco for his betrayal, not even when he was given the chance later in life. All he said was that he had never forgiven himself for what he did. Vi continuously fights for Jinx throughout season one. Vander never fought for Silco at all, he completely gave up on him and even when Silco presented him with the opportunity to fight on the same side again, to be brothers again, Vander rejected him. Vi tells Jinx she's willing to walk away from everything as long as she has Jinx with her. Vander couldn't even muster up the courage to fight for his own people. Vi blames herself for what happened to Jinx and tries her best to make amends. Vander never took responsibility for his actions and didn't attempt reconciliation.

Jinx is supposed to be Silco and Vi is supposed to be Vander, but Vi is not Vander. She's a way better sibling and person than Vander ever was and Silco cannot reconcile with this. Because if Jinx is him, and he knows she is, then why did she get to have her sibling back and not Silco? Why did she get the one thing he desperately wanted for the longest of times? Why could Vi forgive Jinx but Vander couldn't forgive Silco? VI is supposed to be the bad, disgraced sibling but she is not. Everything she does post time skip in season 1 is about redeeming herself and putting in the effort to recover a lost relationship.

[mirapril]

Hi, I would like some Castlevania headcanons please! About Alucard having a younger sibling but the sibling is still a child :D

OMGGG MY FIRST REQUEST!!! Ty sm for the request <3

so sorry I didn't see it until now 😭

since gender wasn't specified ill make reader gn

also this is my first time writing headcanons so I hope this is good enough😭

Feel free to give me any feedback or constructive criticism <3

Alucard x child!sibling!gn!reader Headcanons

fluffy brother/little sibling stuff

word count: 557

warnings: none, a little bit angsty at the end

When BigBrother!Alucard met you for the first time he swore on his life that he'd always protect you no matter what. no man nor beast will ever be able to harm you. not while he was around

While your mother was treating people of the village and your father was down in his lab researching, your big brother would play with you to keep you from causing any trouble

You’d play things like hide and seek together, which wasn’t really fair since he was as way more experienced with his powers than you are at your young age :(

"Adrian, this isn't fair! you're way older and faster than me!"

"You're the one who said you wanted to have a race y/n. You'll never get faster if you don't try you know."

When I say he’d do anything for you I mean it

He’d especially get into trouble with his father for you

On one occasion he had taken one of your fathers “pretty” science tubes but ended up knocking something important onto some also very important blueprints

Your father kept a very close eye on you both when you were around his lab after that

BigBrother!Alucard is also in charge of making sure you don’t get yourself lost in the woods around your home

You’d purposefully leave the house without telling anyone just so your older brother would have to find you

You loved when he had to chase you around big trees and across wide ponds with rocks surrounding them

Of course, he could easily catch you but usually he’d let you have your fun

He did have mini heart attacks whenever you’d run too fast around the steep and slippery rocks

His main worry was you falling and hitting your head on a rock or falling into the river

"Y/n! Watch where you're running! You don't want to run into another tree do you?"

Also BigBrother!Alucard is basically your tutor

Your parents taught you too, but you preferred your brother's teachings because he made lessons more fun for you

There was a time when your whole family went on one of your fathers' trips since he loved to travel so much

You got to see all sorts of sights together :)

For obvious reasons, your family didn't get out much, so it was a nice change of scenery for the four of you

After the death of your mother and father Alucard was the only one you had left

Alucard was worried about how your little brain was going to process such a loss, but he did his best to comfort you

It was hard for him to act like not only a brother, but a mother and father for you

You were very much brighter than most children at your age so you saw how much it was taking a toll on your brother

You tried to comfort him the best you could

"Don't worry Adrian. I don't feel so lonely because you look so much like mama! It's like I have you and her in one person :)"

He usually just laughed it off when you said strange things like that

He was also sad that you were literally growing up way faster than regular children should

He missed when you were small enough for him to cradle you in one arm

i got sad at the end cuz i was listening to music and i thought about reader and alucard growing up together :(

[personasintro]

I think that probably this anon might have gotten attacked or something for saying that they didn’t like the story for whatever reason (and they came here anonymously and made this comment probably because people were really saying bad things to them), which is also wrong. Why harass someone like that? You like a story it’s okay and you don’t like a story that’s also okay. There have been times where I read something and shared my opinion about it in a respectful way. I understand that anons way of saying it made it sound rude but for the author to also assume that they're taking a jab at her readers without knowing why the anon said what they said

No hate to anyone - read the previous ask and thought I’d say something

Also hello to mimi I hope you’re doing well !! 🥹Chapter 59 was really good 😊

Let me clarify – I didn't not assume, I have seen the comments and messages bunch of anons sent me, talking about other readers. I absolutely understand we all have different morals and opinions in any matter at that, especially when it comes to sharing opinions. Anon in their ask shared their unpopular opinion and gave no other context of why they have sent it.

Putting it out simply – people who get it, get it. I'm not saying this as a writer, just a person who becomes a reader herself sometimes – if I don't have anything nice to say, I don't say it. And I absolutely understand this is just my way – I do not force anyone to do it as well. But I can't imagine reading a story and it's not up to my standards, and then giving that energy to open their profile and send them a long paragraph how I think their story is not good because I don't know – the updating schedule, or the story's pace and its length.

Especially since all these people are always around, reading my asks and by now they probably know that I either, don't react to that kind of stuff and if I do, I always just say well this is how I do it and I love writing my story this way. I have spent a lot of time discussing it with them and being very positive.

Sometimes, people are just here to spread negativity and anyone with a sense can probably tell by the way they write their message. It's more about getting offended if their "constructive criticism" isn't agreed on.

And what I want to say by this – everyone has different opinions but it's more about how you deliver it and most importantly, why. There are writers who are willing to change to please everyone's wishes and needs. There are writers who specifically ask – what do you not like about this and this? (And I'm not talking about not liking anything in the stories in terms of characters or what's happened in the story. I'm talking here about critizing writer's way of doing things).

I guess it's just important to be able to tell when to give your energy and if it's needed :)

[theking-mustdie]

Cramped

pairing: background Scott McCall x Isaac Lahey

warnings: claustrophobia, panic attacks, mentions of feeling nauseous, PTSD, child abuse, mentioned scratching at own skin

a/n: i am on a mission to bring back claustrophobic isaac. this is my first work ever im open to constructive criticism!! ooc? maybe? i have no idea.

word count: 2,040

Isaac has coasted through his time in the pack without his claustrophobia, or its symptoms, being discussed at all. To be fair, there was hardly a lull in monsters-of-the-week to ever walk up to someone like Scott or Stiles and randomly throw out: ‘Hey! Did you know that my father locking me in a freezer in our basement did irreversible and unspeakable damage to my mental and physical health?’ So he wouldn’t say he minded the lack of communication. He preferred no one pry into his weaknesses or his business that they had no interest in knowing about.

However, there were some times where his panic was simply unavoidable.

From experience, Isaac consciously made sure to avoid his claustrophobia getting the best of him, usually stood next to exits or windows in any room he’s in. He’s not too fond of the unknown.

So when Scott suggested taking a day-trip somewhere after the insane, durach-filled month they had, Isaac reveled in the idea of a break and eagerly agreed.

“Where do you want to go?” Scott asked Isaac one afternoon, spread out on the couch.

“I haven’t exactly ventured outside of Beacon Hills so I wouldn’t even begin to know where to go,” Isaac replied from the other couch, half-asleep. With no threat looming overhead, Isaac hadn’t been as distracted, meaning that his nightmares had come back full force. He tried to keep himself awake to avoid the flashbacks he’d rather forget, but it was only delaying the inevitable. He’d rather not have indulged anyone else with his issues because it’s his burden to bear, and he’s almost positive that Scott couldn’t care less about his personal problems when he had a whole town to protect.

“We could always borrow Roscoe and drive down to the beach. I could use some time outside,” Scott replied after a beat, thinking.

“How far away is the beach?” Isaac asked, unfamiliar with any nearby beaches.

“Um probably about an hour and a half?” Scott guessed.

“That’s fine with me, but don’t expect me to go splashing around in the water like a dog.” Isaac crossed his arms and glanced over to Scott.

Scott laughed, rolled his eyes, and said “we’ll leave tomorrow morning” definitively.

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That night Isaac was able to catch thirty minutes of sleep until he was plagued with images of bleeding nails, metal chains, and impeding darkness before he startled awake. He decided it was a lost cause and tiptoed downstairs to grab himself a glass of water as he tried not to disturb Scott or Melissa. He returned to the McCall guest bedroom and settled on chipping away at his mountain of late work for school.

The night prior Isaac and Scott agreed on leaving at nine o’clock in the morning, so as the clock struck eight Isaac packed up his school work, hopped in the shower, and threw on some athletic shorts that could pass as swim trunks. As he left his room to head to the kitchen and find breakfast, Scott stepped out into the hallway and gave Isaac a small smile in greeting.

If Isaac’s gaze lingered on Scott’s bare chest, no one was there to witness it.

They both ate breakfast while talking about their plans for the day. Scott wanted float in the ocean and relax while Isaac wanted nothing more than to lay on the sand and read whatever crappy books the McCall’s had tucked away in their guest bedroom bookshelf. He needed a good distraction.

As they gathered the needed towels, sunscreen, and other beach items, Isaac began packing Stiles’ jeep that he had left outside Scott’s house the night before. But not without an intimidating threat of death if anything were to happen to it.

After a heated argument about who should get the aux, Scott was playing his music and they were off.

Isaac loved scenic car rides. He loved looking at the trees, houses, people, and anything that caught his eye. He leaned his head against the window and silently tried to fight sleep but eventually dozed off with the roaring of the engine and the rocking of the car acting as a lullaby.

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Isaac slowly regained consciousness, unaware of his surroundings nor how long he had been out for. The first thing he had registered when he woke up was the car right in front of them. He tried to put the confusing, weird feeling that washed over him aside and turned to ask Scott how long he had been asleep.

"About half an hour. We were driving pretty smoothly until we hit the morning rush." he answered. He spared a glance at Isaac and saw the confused look adorning his face. "What's wrong, dude?"

Isaac whipped his head up to look at Scott and offered him a tight smile. "Nothing, just a little tired. I'm fine."

Isaac knew Scott could tell he was lying, but dropped in favor of looking at the road.

As he got a hold of his bearings, Isaac realized that they were sitting in the middle of bumper-to-bumper traffic. He tried to discreetly glance behind the Jeep, to the left, to the right, and ahead without alerting Scott, but a feeling of panic rose in his chest. There was maybe five feet of space between Stiles' car and others at all times.

Isaac began to understand what was wrong with him.

His heart started beating faster and his breathing started to quicken. He attempted to focus on anything else, the radio, the honking in the distance, even Scott, but nothing was working. His anxiety began to rise, and with it, the desperation to get the hell out of the car and off the highway.

Scott let out a frustrated groan, unaware of what was happening in the seat next to him. "We're stuck in here. The people ahead of us won't move," he said, his hand came down on the top of the steering wheel to emphasize his point. Scott turned to look at Isaac and saw that he was slumped over in his seat. Isaac yanked at his seatbelt with one hand, fully shifted, and clawed at the door of the Jeep with the other.

He was officially freaking out.

His exhaustion, bottled up emotions, and PTSD were all fighting a losing battle in his head. Usually simple things like traffic wouldn't set him into a panic attack, but it seemed all forces were working against him. His seatbelt felt like it was suffocating him, the walls of the Jeep were smaller than he remembered, and his werewolf senses were dialed up to ten.

Isaac stopped clawing at the door and frantically looked around the car to find anything that could help put him at ease, but came up short. The cars that surrounded the Jeep started getting closer and closer and Isaac started to use his free hand to claw at his chest, willing his heart and lungs to slow down.

However, before he could do any real damage, he felt his wrist being yanked away from his skin. More terror coursed through him at the confining grip until he realized that it was Scott holding him. His eyes found Scott's and Isaac let out a small, barely audible whimper.

Scott, however, heard it and jumped to do something to help Isaac. They wouldn't get anywhere if they stayed on the highway where Scott had to split his attention between Isaac and the road, so Scott shifted his hand to hold Isaac's as he moved to pull off the closest exit. In about five minutes, they were parked in the nearest diner and the driver's side door was thrown open.

Isaac's state had not improved in those five minutes. He was in dizzying state between reality and that damn freezer. His surroundings were disorienting and he couldn't make out what was real and what his panic-ridden brain was feeding to him. The only thing he could feel was the cold hand that once held Scott's.

He distantly heard the sound of the passenger door being thrown open and his seatbelt unbuckled. Suddenly, someone's hands were on his face as they said his name over and over again.

Isaac's brain cleared enough to register that Scott kneeled in front of him, hands on his cheeks, and repeated his name in hopes of garnering his attention.

Isaac locked eyes with Scott. Before Scott could acknowledge what was happening, Isaac threw himself out of the car and ran to the middle of the deserted parking lot. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the bile creeping up his throat to return from where it came. The next time he opened his eyes he took a deep, albeit stuttered, breath and looked around. The only person he could see was Scott and the closest object to him was at least fifty feet away.

He collapsed on the concrete and spread his arms and legs out as far as they went. Scott slowly made his way to Isaac, sitting on the ground next to him, but allowing him space.

The pair sat in silence for a while, the seconds ticking by as Isaac closed his eyes and focused on taking deep breaths.

Isaac was the first one to break the silence and turned his head towards Scott.

"I used to be in that freezer until I no longer knew what day it was." Isaac closed his eyes and took another steadying breath. "It didn't matter what I did, because to him, I always deserved it. I thought that by becoming a werewolf all these stupid feelings in me would have stopped. It only made it worse." Isaac talked slowly as he came to terms with his situation alongside Scott. "I don't remember how it started, but I remember every single time. I remember the bandages I wore on my fingernails because I pried them all off at some point or another. I remember the hours convincing myself that I deserved every second I spent in that fucking freezer. I remember the sound of my Dad coming down the basement steps, praying that he was going to let me out before he turned around and went right back up the stairs. I remember him letting me out of that box and hugging me tight, convincing me that he loved me and only wanted the best for me. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time it worked. I didn't know how to run away. I didn't know how to leave because he was all I had. I stayed because I was scared he was all I'd ever have. I didn't want to take the chance that he was right. That I'd be nothing without him."

After Isaac's confession they sat in silence. Isaac eventually sat up to match Scott's position.

"I- I don't know what to say." Scott confessed.

"It's alright," Isaac reassured, "I thought you deserved an explanation in exchange for dealing with me," he breathed out.

"God, Isaac, you don't owe me anything. Why didn't you tell me about this earlier, I could have helped you!"

"It didn't matter earlier. What were you going to do, add my shit on top of the shit you already had to deal with?"

"Of course it matters that you're dealing with this! And alone?" Scott emphasized before taking a deep breath, "I'm not really good at giving words of wisdom, or any advice really, but I'm here, always. I know it sounds hollow, but I'm around whenever you need to talk or rant or, who knows, punch. You don't have to keep going through this alone. That's what a pack is for." Scott reached his hand over to the boy's and clasped it around Isaac's.

Isaac lifted his eyes to meet Scott's and squeezed the his hand in lieu of thanking him, not knowing if he had the capacity to talk yet.

"You hungry?" Scott asked after a while. He released Isaac's hand and got up off the cement, reaching his hand out to help the other boy up.

"Is this place even running?" Isaac asked disgusted, looking at the not-so-nice exterior of the run-down diner.

"Only one way to find out!" Scott shouted, already on his way inside.

[someoneintheshadow456]

I said before, now that Cait Corrain’s true self has come out, I can finally elaborate on what happened with her. To put a long story short, I was one of her very first victims - long before she became an original fiction author and back when she was known as Enterprisingly on AO3 - the author of Play to Win.

I know that #reviewbombgate was back in December, but at the time, I did not know about it because I’m not involved in BookTok. However, I WAS involved with the Reylo fandom, albeit indirectly.

The final chapters of Play to Win went on a tangent that seemed bizarre to me at the time. In fact, it seemed so strange that I brushed it off almost completely. It was only when I found Play to Win’s Wayback Machine page after recalling memories of the Reylo fandom last year when I read the chapter properly (instead of skipping ahead to get to the Reylo scenes). And a proper reading made me realize what was so unnerving about it:

Anyone who has engaged with my blog (especially from 2015-2019, when I used to post a lot more content about my personal life) can see the strangely... specific way this character was described. In order to go into this level of depth, one has to have been following me intently and keeping tabs of all the personal things I posted.

And then, she goes from eerily specific descriptions, to straight up maliciously lying about me:

Keep in mind, this screed takes up an ENTIRE chapter in itself. Said character, Ejya Fjord, is a background NPC who is mentioned a total of 121 times in a 161,000 word story. In fact, her name is mentioned so little that you could be forgiven for not remembering her at all:

You'd think, if someone would do something like this, I had to have done something terrible to her, or even just gave her a negative review. But I never did.

As you can see here, I have only engaged positively with her. Since Play to Win was also taken down and you can’t see old comments on Wayback Machine. Unfortunately after this, I can only give my word without receipts.

Play to Win was published first in 2018. I reviewed her story in March of 2018, possibly even earlier. In my review, I praised the writing, worldbuilding, and dialogues, but gave a small constructive criticism in that the politics could be better integrated into the story without feeling disjointed.

In the very early chapters, Ejya was clearly intended to be 100% Swedish - as one can tell from the name. However, at some point in the later half of the story, she retroactively became mixed race and a rival for Ben's affections, while Ben seems to be having none of it. It's clear these choices were made to portray me as some kind of horny fangirl for Kylo Ren who will stomp on other girls for his sake:

When I read the last chapter first, I was horrified. But now I'm just... bemused that someone would ever see me as some kind of calculating vixen who dresses like a Euphoria high school student and only likes masculine hobbies to pick up dudes. When in reality it took me until 2020 to be able to type the word "sex" without having heart attack and have never so much as posted a selfie on here.

It's also funny that Ejya is petite and flat chested while my actual body type is the exact opposite... which she would know since she stalked my blog so thoroughly. Almost as though she's implying something about her own insecurities...

Initially, I was under the impression that Corrain targeted me because of my association with @ainomica - due to her ruffling the Reylo fandom’s feathers (and ending up on Corrain’s hit list) over her opinions on John Boyega. However, that controversy happened in 2020. When Corrain wrote this libel about me, @ainomica wasn’t even on her radar, not to mention it was a year before we had ever even met. This libel was done to target me, and me exclusively.

In essence - Corrain weaved libel about me into her story because my existence pissed her off. We know now that Corrain had a penchant for targeting sapphic authors and WOC almost exclusively. So it's safe to say she was just being a typical white saviour liberal who shows what she actually thinks of minorities when they don't toe the line.

While this does make her less unhinged in my eyes than using me to target someone else, it still means that Corrain was, and always has been capable of aggression towards anyone she’s remotely offended by. Especially if said person happens to be a minority of some kind.

[darkrpfinders]

Hi everyone, I'm looking to connect with someone here on Tumblr who shares the same craving as I do: a dark Attack on Titan/ SNK double-up RP (OCxCC). 

I’ve been eager to write an angsty, dark, bloody story set within the AOT universe. Whenever I come across those ‘realistic’ AOT photos, I can't help but think, "I want to write something right now" that combines horror and action without going overboard, focusing on the Scouts and their lives. I want to explore romance, the ups and downs. Alternative endings. 

I’m seeking a partner who is a literate writer and, like me, is not afraid to delve into angst, action, fear, anxiety, and the yearning to survive. Someone who isn't hesitant to make their OC both succeed and fail. 

What I'm looking for: 

Storyline: The events of Season 4 have not occurred as they did; a new Titan threat has arisen from the war? more dangerous, faster, they never left the island. Or do you have something fun in mind? 

Someone who enjoys chatting and gets excited about the story when we hit it off. I'm looking for friends who like to communicate. 

I’m patient, but waiting three business days every time I send an RP message can be discouraging. 

A story mixed between action and ‘quiet’ moments. I'm not looking for some drama 24/7 either. 

It also could be fun if we eventually explore alternate timelines? 

What you can expect from me: 

A literate writer who loves engaging replies and character dynamics. 

A female OC writer. 

I create Pinterest boards and enjoy using Canva. 

I'm a big OC fangirl.  

I share TikToks and songs that I think are good! 

Open to constructive criticism. 

I write multiple characters (background). Pls do the same. 

Will create a server / use Tupper!

Guidelines: 

Age: I'm 20, so I'm only looking for 18+ partners. 

All characters will be aged up to 21 and older.  

Writing Style: I’m a literate third-person point-of-view writer- think at least one full Discord message and more. I ask that you to be able to write the same. 

Response Time: I usually reply once a week in RP (more if I have time) and enjoy OOC chatter. 

NSFW: Totally okay! I prefer a mix of 30% smut to 70% story (fading to black is fine too). 

Role Preference: FxM, where I take the female role. For double-up, I can do FxM or FxF. 

When it comes to kinks i don't go crazy, but god do I love yearning when it comes to smut.  

Characters I Can Write (bolded preferred): 

Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Mikasa Ackerman, and many more-just ask! (I decline writing Levi, Erwin, Miche, Zeke, and Porco.) 

Characters You Can Write: 

Eren Jaeger. 

How to Connect: 

Give this a like only if you want me to reach out to you. If you like this i will send a dm the moment i have seen it. Thank you for reading.💞 (PS. the face claim i choose for my oc's are pics i found on Pinterest, so its possible they are made with A.I. if that is something that bothers you then don't reach out)

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[fandom-rpfinder]

Hi everyone, I'm looking to connect with someone here on Tumblr who shares the same craving as I do: a dark Attack on Titan/ SNK double-up RP (OCxCC). 

I’ve been eager to write an angsty, dark, bloody, romantic story set within the AOT universe. Whenever I come across those ‘realistic’ AOT photos, I can't help but think, "I want to write something right now" that combines horror and action without going overboard, focusing on the Scouts and their lives. I want to explore romance, the ups and downs. Alternative endings. 

I’m seeking a partner who is a literate writer and, like me, is not afraid to delve into angst, action, fear, anxiety, and the yearning to survive. Someone who isn't hesitant to make their OC both succeed and fail and loves their oc as much as mine and other way around! 

What I'm looking for: 

Storyline: The events of Season 4 have not occurred as they did; a new Titan threat has arisen from the war? more dangerous, faster, they never left the island. Or do you have something fun in mind? 

Someone who enjoys chatting and gets excited about the story when we hit it off. I'm looking for friends who like to communicate. 

I’m patient, but waiting three business days every time I send an RP message can be discouraging. Just like it can be discouraging if you only reply with ´okay or whatever you want/ i don't know' :(

A story mixed between action and ‘quiet’ moments. I'm not looking for some drama 24/7 either. 

It also could be fun if we eventually explore alternate timelines? 

What you can expect from me: 

A literate writer who loves engaging replies and character dynamics. 

A female OC writer. 

certified yapper

I create Pinterest boards and enjoy using Canva. 

I'm a big OC fangirl.  

I share TikToks and songs that I think are good! 

Open to constructive criticism. 

I write multiple characters (background). Pls do the same. 

Will create a server / use Tupper!

Guidelines: 

Age: I'm 20, so I'm only looking for 18+ partners. 

All characters will be aged up to 21 and older.  

Writing Style: I’m a literate third-person point-of-view writer- think at least one full Discord message and more. I ask that you to be able to write the same. 

Response Time: I usually reply once a week in RP (more if I have time) and enjoy OOC chatter. 

NSFW: Totally okay! I prefer a mix of 30% smut to 70% story (fading to black is fine too). 

Role Preference: FxM, where I take the female role. For double-up, I can do FxM or FxF. 

When it comes to kinks i don't go crazy, but god do I love yearning when it comes to smut.  

Characters I Can Write (bolded preferred): 

Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Mikasa Ackerman, and many more-just ask! (I decline writing Levi, Erwin, Miche, Zeke, and Porco.) 

Characters You Can Write: 

Eren Jaeger. 

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[psybomb]

Something’s been bugging me about the I/P war, and after speaking to an Israeli expat today I think I finally put my finger on exactly what that is.

You have to understand something, right now. To the average Israeli, they do not believe there was a safe zone declared in Rafah. They believe, often correctly, that their country is beset on all sides by enemies, and that any response less that total overkill is inviting their immediate destruction, and with it the heart of the worldwide hope of their people in diaspora. The way they fight is predicated on the fact that any enemy is going to attempt to torture and kill them whether the intent is obvious, and that former friends can become deadly enemies without warning or provocation.

This… kind of makes it difficult to take constructive criticism. Especially when the above beliefs have been VERY thoroughly borne out over the past 3,000 years.

And that’s when it struck me. I have seen this pattern before, though not from nation states. Any trauma-bonded community is going to act the same way. Soldiers and police deliberately induce it in training to make sure their people respond in ways that will preserve their lives when threatened (I’ll state for the record that police should absolutely not be doing that). Gangs and mafia families, too. However, my example is going to be way closer to home for most of this site.

You ever wonder why queer communities can be bastions of hope and light with one hand, but infamously drama-filled traps on the other? Why it is taking concerted and often generational effort to heal? Same reason. LGBTQ+ communities never know who their allies are going to be day to day, and find themselves in that community at all usually on the tail end of a lifetime of traumatic experiences. When the attack comes (and it ALWAYS comes), it often comes from people who look a lot like your best friend. Paranoia is a way of life and preservation necessity, often rightfully leading to violent response.

Sound familiar? The only difference is scale.

So how do we fix this? Hah, if it was that easy to explain we would have done it by now. The first thing, though, is that any proposed answer has to have a full and clear endpoint in which their existence is an enshrined right. Jews are indigenous to that land, too, lest we forget. I do not deny that Palestinians are as well, nor that there are a lot of heinous crimes that need rectifying, but without that basic acknowledgement then neither Israel nor any Israeli (yes, including the many non-Jews who call it home) will react any more calmly or diplomatically than the ambassador who shredded a copy of the UN charter on the floor this morning. If you don’t guarantee safety and existence, it’s just genocide with extra steps, from a people who have been on the wrong end of it more than once and who often genuinely believe that their current course of action is the only one that lets them live.

I’m personally a 2-state solution advocate, though with several asterisks. The country was established as an imperial project using desperate people to do evil, and the rest of its history hasn’t exactly been a shining rise out of troubled roots… but then again, the people now living there are in their spiritual home. One they have fought for hundreds or thousands of years to return to. It needs to exist for multiple people to be able to live on the world stage, yet it needs to be reorganized so dramatically that it may not be recognizable at the end of it.

This is where we stand. And Palestinians are dying while we do so.

[destinyc1020]

I feel like a lot of stans are overly protective of the people they stan which makes sense to an extent. It’s not fun watching people criticize someone you like, however, if it’s causing someone to actually get angry on behalf of the celeb then i think that’s the best time to get off social media and put your phone down. Plus, no celeb is perfect so everyone is able to be criticized and just because someone doesn’t agree with your opinion doesn’t mean they’re a hater or a bad person. I just wanted to add my two cents because i’ve seen so many people be TOO protective of the people they stan

I think SOME stans take stanning a bit too far, and can't take any little bit of constructive criticism or any differing of opinion at all, and it's just weird. 🥴

A LOT of stans from various fandoms do this btw, and it's like, why?? It's like you're in some weird cult or smthg.

If you've been following my blog for any GOOD length of time, you'll know that I LOVE Zendaya! ❤️ I praise that woman ALL the time. Just do a search on my blog. I'm always pumping her up and defending her from antis!

I say ONE or TWO minor critiques about her acting (smthg she's even mentioned herself) and now ppl are coming for my neck in my inbox? Like, seriously? 🥴

Yo....Zwaggers need to chill lol 😆

Do you know how many actors I LOVE very much but haven't always enjoyed EVERY single project they've done?

Do you know how many of my faves I've even just avoided certain projects for simply because I just wasn't that interested?🤷🏾‍♀️

These things do NOT make you or me any LESS of a fan. To me, it's sad that ppl can't even have a difference of opinion as a genuine fan of someone without getting jumped on or attacked. 🥴

Granted, if someone is ONLY saying nothing but negative things about a celebrity, then yes, maybe that person isn't truly a fan deep down. 🤔

But there are some of us who ARE genuine fans, but every now and then have an honest critique about the individual and their work, and it's NOT because we're "haters", or "jealous", or "antis". 🙄

It's just cuz we critique EVERYONE'S work period, and we're just being honest. 🤷🏾‍♀️ We still love the person.

I've even liked HORRIBLE actors and laughed at their scenes, but I've still enjoyed them and their work just because I like them period lol 😆

Look y'all, I've said it before, and I'll say it again .... I'm a millennial lol, so constructive criticism or someone having a different opinion than me regarding my fave is NOT gonna hurt my feelings at all rofl 😅 I honestly don't care one bit, cuz I know how to separate other ppl's feelings from my own, and I don't care what others think so much because all that matters is that I like that particular actor. MY enjoyment is all that matters, and I wish more fans would not take things so seriously ALL. THE. TIME.

Believe me, Zendaya is WELL LOVED around the world. She wouldn't be so famous if she weren't. 🥰

I honestly don't know how some of you all survive in life if you crumble over every single little piece of honest critique. 👀🥴 Nobody has to agree with you on everything, and you don't have to think or feel the same way as someone else, but at least respect other people's viewpoints.

[fifteenthewolf]

You know I am not dead, right Kachan? (Crack)

Class 2-A are against a group of low-class villains. Midoryia gets hit with something and leave it to Bakugo to make it a theatric performance. (It was really a random idea)

Ships: TodoDeku (Maybe slight mentions of KiriBaku and Tsuchaco. Those are ships I ship, so I may have added hints. And there is one part that Midoryia x Uraraka shippers may find offensive, for that, I apologize. I love the ship and I can understand it, I just personally do not ship it.)

Enjoy! (I am new to writing, so give me constructive criticism if you would like)

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Of course Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, Tsuyu, Uraraka, and Todoroki all get attacked by random villains in their way to the dorms after going to eat lunch at a restaurant. Why the heck not. 

They were weak villains, nothing like the League. But there were way too many. And they used the element of surprise. So it was a bit time consuming.

So that’s how they all got the excuse to beat up some villains on a Friday night, at least. The villains were going down quickly. It was simple.

Then, Izuku gets shot in the arm with a dart of some sort. A villain laughs maniacally, “That is going to make you feel like your arm has been shattered! You will more than likely kill yourself from the absolute pain!”

It was quite funny to see the look Midoriya gave the villain. They obviously did not do their research.

Bakugo grinned. Then he casually trips Midoriya as he walks past him. Then he rushes over, fake tears springing out.

“Oh no! Izuku, how did you possibly have to end this way!?”

“What.” Izuku deadpanned. Then he tilted his head.

Bakugo ignored him, he ducked to dodge an oncoming knife and gave the villain who delivered it an explosion without taking his eyes off of Midoriya, “Oh the suffering! Oh, the heartbreak!”

“Really Kachan? That’s so mature.”

Bakugo punched an oncoming villain that was coming near him without even looking, Bakugo still ignored Izuku’s words, “How dare you die on me, we were more than just rivals! We . . . Were rivals.” He placed a solemn hand on his chest and looked up. 

“I shall avenge you, you damned nerd!”

Uraraka giggled as she pinned down a villain and knocked them out. She was not helping Midoriya at all.

“Kachan, could you not hold me down so I could-“

“OH THE NERD HAD SO MUCH MORE TO LIVE FOR!” Bakugo said dramatically, drowning out Izuku’s voice, “HIS ANALYSIS NOTES” he exploded a villain that tried to attack from the front, “HIS LOVE FOR SAVING OTHERS!” He jabbed another villain with his elbow so hard they choked out blood.

“Kac-“

“HIS DEAR CLASSMATES” he exploded one coming from the side, “MAKING IT TO THE END OF SECOND YEAR” he placed the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically and his smile was a shit-eating grin.

“HIS COFFEE CREAMER BOYFRIEND!”

“Kachan!” Midoriya shrieked. 

“Sometimes I can still hear his voice.” He sent an explosion to a whole group of villains. “But now, I am just kneeling next to the broken body of someone because one of their bones are  SHATTERED. It’s the end!”

“Kachan I never make death threats but I am tempted to make an exception for you.”

“He was never able to make his first death threat” Bakugo said, solemnly. “He was a cinnamon roll, even to the end. I’m sorry half n’ half! Your boyfriend’s history.”

Midoriya looked at Todoroki expectantly, using Air Force on  a villain, that was about to go for his head. Todoroki had a barely noticeable smile on his face.

“Oh no.” He said, blasting some ice at a villain, making no effort to change his tone, “I never got to confess my undying love to him. Oh me. Oh my.” He blasts fire at another villain.

“Todoroki, not you too!” Midoriya whined. Uraraka floated in, taking on some air villain, “Oh no!” She exclaimed as she tackled the villain, “What happened to Deku!? He seems . . .”

“I’m sorry cheeks.” Bakugo said sorrowfully, “I’m afraid he is gone. You shall never be able to confess your unrequited love for him.”

Uraraka threw her head back after she delivered a final blow to who she was fighting, “NOOO! However shall I cope??!”

“Don’t worry, kero, I can keep you company in his place.” Tsuyu replied sadly. 

“You all are going to be in this, aren’t you?” Midoriya asked, his tone completely resigned. Bakugo’s grin turned even more feral.

“Are you going to be alright, Bakugo? Maybe we should have a dorms sleepover to cope.” Kirishima suggested as he took down one of the final villains. Bakugo exploded the last one and said, “I’ll only participate because he would have made me!”

“Actually, I count on Kirishima to do that.” Midoriya interrupted. Though, he was ignored. Uraraka picked him up, “it’s only fair that we are the ones to tell our classmates of his condition” she said, she was obviously the best at drama.

Bakugo nodded, “Yes. Izuku was one of our dearest classmates.”

“Maybe someone should just kill me now.” Midoryia muttered from his spot in Uraraka’s arms. He caught Todoroki’s apologetic smile and smiled back.

That day, it was chaos when Uraraka carried an unamused, completely resigned, Midoryia into to the dorms common area, claiming that he was dead.

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This is a random fanfic I wrote at 1 pm. I have no clue if it is any good, but you may get a good laugh. Hopefully you did. I am fully aware of how not-cannon it is. That was intentional.

I don’t know how to post on AO3 yet 😅.

My AO3 account is kinda acting funny, and I want to see people’s reactions to what I write, but I’ll start posting there once I can.

This is my first post and I am terrified.

[wild-wombytch]

Respectfully middle-class people know as much about poverty as men know what it is to be women.

You can't erase people who are actually poor by putting 65k/year people in the same bag as people who live in a house with literal holes on the walls, asbestos in the floor, who sleep on a bedless 35yo mattress found in a dumpster and have lived with literal starvation and homelessness. Who think buying super glue to fix their shoes is a luxury and resort to using their grandma's dusty sewing threads to fix the soles. Who still handwash their laundry. Who can't cook most food because they don't have a oven. Who live without heater all winter long in a house so poorly isolated that there is mist coming out of your mouth in the morning. Who as 6yo grew up with underwear worn out to the point of being rags. Who didn't pursue higher studies because of the cost. Who can't pay their parents' funerals and no they won't be able to take care of their parents when they age. Who don't have a driving license because of the cost. Who couldn't buy menstrual products in a all-women house during covid. And that's in a first world country and for those lucky enough to have a roof on top of their head and a mattress at all.

Like what the actual fuck? Unless there's some heavy cultural context I don't get (but I don't think so cue to the 17k comment), literally how are you the same category of poor when you own your house, have a car (new? That you send to car wash?), sometimes have two incomes and/or ma and pa backing you up financially, and so on? We clearly don't have the same problems if the middle-class obsession is to whine about how poor they are while shitting on actual poor people.

I used to follow tepkunset back in my TRA day and legit I still have more in common with her and more respect for her than people whining about having 65k and dismissing poor people. In what world are you living? 3 months before being homeless if you lost your income today? You know some people even with their income can't pay the rent, right? You know some people work while being homeless, right?

The only ones seeing a whole class as an enemy are the same who makes middle-class and poverty meaningless and tell us to look elsewhere but not critically look at them. And by doing that, you refuse to see your privileges in comparison to others. Heavens forbid we see privileges for what they are. Don't call the naked emperor naked if it makes the emperor feel bad. Do you all note that nobody even called you rich? You are literally attacking someone with less privileges than you on a strawman because of victim mentality. You cornered tepkunset out of nowhere because you are so protective of being called poor and unprivileged instead of standing with her saying everyone should have a minimum of 65k and fight in that sense, which would have actually been constructive and uplifting. Tepkunset is ALSO a nurse and essential worker (or was back in the day). And she takes care of two people! Can you fathom that some peeople do the exact same as you do, except with more hardships and still make less money and still have shittier situations? But why find solutions and listen to others who have less and uplift them when you can make a piss contest out of it every time we point out the discrepancies betweenways of life that are practically aliens to each others at this point.

If I got a penny every time a middle-class people came crying on my shoulders about how they can't even pay a cinema ticket these days or go in vacations outside of the country or "womp womp we can't live with two 6k incomes a months, life is hard :'(" ...I'm sure I'd be able to talk about my dental care without laughing. You don't need to be a CEO billionaire to have privileges over otther people.

One day I swear I'm gonna charge a zoo trip in my fancy poor person social housing with no toilet seat, with the authorization to sleep on the floor for a fee so some of you can say you have seen one poor person in your life and can say "eww is that a slug on the floor and water from condensation?" once in your life. This conversation is nuts. I can't even wrap my head around this. Let us eat cake, I guess.

By the way, compost the richs, it's better for health and the planet and you can grow more foods out of them. Maybe make it so classes like gender disappear and everyone has basic needs met.

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[agapewizard]

➝ The Physiological Expression of the Three Aspects of Consciousness.

Understanding certain basic structures and functionality of the human brain is part of the discovery of self. Many of us do not understand what the components of the brain are, how they work and what they give rise to with respect to qualities of our personality-identity-ego construct. Understanding the human brain is to understand a core aspect of ourselves and is critical for our understanding of what is going on in the world. Our species is gifted simply by possessing a brain of the order and magnitude that we have.

Symbolism operates on many layers, levels and depth. Rigidly applying rules in one direction will prevent us from perceiving greater revelations through the frequencies of color and shape being used. Taking another symbolic look at the components of a Trinity based on the father, mother and child, we can see how the Christian narrative is represented by the hindbrain, limbic and forebrain respectively. The reptile survival hindbrain is the law-obsessed dominator god from the Old Testament. The mammalian emotional brain is the sacred feminine Holy Spirit. The neocortex higher order thinking brain is the Divine savior and Light of the world.

• The Brainstem “Reptile” Hindbrain

The brainstem can be considered the foundation and hence the oldest and lowest part of the brain. The brainstem and cerebellum are responsible for physical activity, motor skills, and the instinct for survival or the fight or flight mechanism. In a dangerous situation, a decision needs to be made between staying and fighting or fleeing to survive. The heart will pump blood towards the areas of the body that require it. Blood will be pumped away from the vital organs of the torso and brain because a fight or flight response of survival to fight or run away requires blood to be sent to the areas of priority which are the extremities. When we are trying to survive we are not going to be thinking about deep higher order conceptual ideas nor do we need to be doing much digestion or other intensive functions of other organs. Our richly oxygenated blood will be sent to our muscles, such as the arms to be yielded as weapons if we have decided to stay and fight, or to the leg muscles for us to be able to flee the situation.

This functionality is effective for fending off an attacker. However, in our modern society we are not in many dangerous situations where we physically need to make a decision to fight of flee, yet this mechanism is activated frequently because we are often engaged in stressful activities. This beneficial survival technique has become a detriment in modern society because we engage and remain in this modality of consciousness for a large portion of the time. Our lifestyle is hectic and busy, from one thing to the next without having much time in between the various activities we occupy our lives with: a job, children, traffic, other people, and other daily activities. Always being busy and having all of your time occupied is also known as stress. This creates a construct whereby responsibilities of adhering to a scheduled way of living traps a person in a survival modality of being with no standard ability to fight or flee from the situation presented. This causes harm to other structures of the brain.

• The Limbic “Mammal” Midbrain

This is the middle-brain that is responsible for the chemical interactions through which we experience our emotions as feelings, and despite emotions not being derived from here, without this “middle chamber” we would not feel emotions. Mammals display physiological reactions of emotional states that reptiles do not show. Reptiles are more instinctual and based in survival and are where we get the term of being a “cold blooded” person.

• The Neocortex “Human” Forebrain

The Neocortex is the most developed part of the brain containing the most neural activity and manages all higher order thinking. The cerebrum is bilaterally symmetrical being divided into the left and right cerebral hemispheres. The left brain is symbolic of the masculine principle and is related to the thought functionality of logic, analysis, science, mathematics, language and the use of words. The right brain relates to the feminine qualities of holistic thought, intuition, creativity, art, music and all other forms of creative expression.

This triune component of the brain is setup as a hierarchy of three different aspects of being into one, and information is processed in a certain way if the functionality between these layers is operating correctly. Proper functionality means the cerebral hemispheres are cooperating together, balanced, unified, harmonious, coherent, consistent, and integrated, as can be demonstrated through EEG coherence where neural and synaptic activity is distributed throughout both hemispheres. The forebrain is the executive command center of the whole brain responsible for our reasoning capabilities to determine how we use our actions in harmony with our thoughts and emotions. Having a balanced neocortex without one side dominating over the other allows a person to become capable of higher-order conceptual thinking and reasonable behavior which is governed through our ability to recognize patterns and derive meaning. The neocortex is the most advanced computer that exists and the most complex substance we know of in the universe and therefore our greatest gift. The feminine midbrain that governs emotions sends data upwards to the masculine reasoning-processing center of the brain, both to the logical-analytical masculine left-brain and creative-intuitive feminine right-brain, which then sends signals down to the motor centers of the brain complex referred to as the reptile brain in order for our actions and behavior to be based on higher order reasoning and not automated responses based on instinct and survival.

Failure to understand how we function, as a component of who we are, places us in a position where we are susceptible to manipulation and mind control. Understanding the basic functionality of the brain brings us closer to becoming a being that governs ourselves and less subject to the influence of those attempting to commandeer our mind and behavior.

[dallasareaopinion]

Stand up to social media bullying to it’s face!

Sounds wonderful, some kind of righteous fight against injustice except how do you stand up to social media bullying to it’s face when much social media especially bullying is anonymous.

As stated by thousands of articles, people and just what you read, social media bullying is a real problem. And what could it even mean standing up to it’s face?

Social media bullying at a basic level has people telling you how wrong you are, you know nothing, you belong to the wrong side, your side is evil, comments about your appearance, etc.

And do not get me wrong, if you wanted to give me constructive criticism of my writing I welcome it. Yet nowadays you cannot receive constructive criticism. It is all negative to true hate of you just because you expressed an opinion. Opinions of opinions can be good if well thought out, or even based on some underlying principles. Today though speak your mind and the flood gates of hades will open. And worse too many responses are just hate. Very few people even try to address your point or make a counter point.

“X” what use to be Twitter is a cesspool some of the time or it is people only posting to their followers to get more likes. You can say anything no matter the facts because if you are popular enough people will still click that little heart.

And then there is the real bullying. Where for some reason someone is attacked by a few people to a multitude. And this goes beyond the political realm where certain politicians are denigrated by the other side to the point of stupidity and madness. No one says anything except how _______ is that person. I am talking about where someone takes their own live or tries.

If we could find a way to stand up to that type of bullying it would be wonderful. Yet how? Again it is mostly anonymous. And with teenagers can we even track it down and worse if you have any knowledge of who it ends up being after the fact most of the time. And this is especially true since most social media bullying is around something embarrassing or perceived to be embarrassing so people don’t want to report it

Could you legislate something? Maybe but what? Hold people accountable if their bullying leads to harm, maybe manslaughter, but again how and what. And since many legislators are more interested in being popular than legislating or holding onto to their self perceived power a person cannot expect anything anytime soon.

And I don’t want to create a police state on social media either. Yet this problem shows deeper rooted issues with our society since it happens enough to make the news. So how do you balance privacy and certain privileges with the need to protect people and identify people harming others with their attacks on social media. A libertarian’s nightmare to say the least, even though I am not that much of one.

How does our society empower victims to alleviate this problem? By the fact that this is a much written topic and keeps happening shows we have a long way to go.

I might offer some way for people that receive social media posts directly or about them be able to find out who is behind the posts. It would be a more enhanced version of being able to have caller ID. Which by the way is a joke. Go back and put some teeth in that people who are the receiver of a call have every right to know who is calling. Telemarketers and others shouldn’t be allowed to call indiscriminately. Whatever technology to toughen that legislation up could be used to help with the social media problem. Or at least that is a start. And maybe a way to report offending posts anonymously to authorities if desired. This way someone can address the poster without any embarrassment to the bullied individual. This might help teenagers obtain the help they need in combatting an attack for some perceived slight or whatever.

Anyway just a thought, but something needs to be done. It is so scary to read about someone taking their life just because someone can take advantage of them anonymously or through some scam. How many times must we read stories about people being scammed for money over something embarrassing or not thinking and then a threat of a picture being posted online? Sure common sense would help prevent some of these problems, but a person shouldn’t be put into such distress that you harm yourself over these matters. I cannot fathom what type of world my grandchildren are living in that I would have to worry about this for them, yet as a parent or grandparent it is a real concern. I just hope we, as the elders, communicate with them well enough that they can come to us when needed. Unfortunately you may never know until it is too late.

[orchidyoonkook]

What's your opinion on authors who create original characters as this idolized (or would it be idealized) version of themselves?

The same way I do about authors who write yandere or dark fiction, or other potentially taboo/potentially uncomfortable subject matter. Not that writing idealized versions of self falls under those categories. I just hold them within the same opinion.

As long as authors keep a check on their mental health, and use this style of writing to explore new themes or uncomfortable topics, or as a form of self therapy that isn’t harmful to the author. Then there’s no harm in it.

Folks today are so focused on the love yourself as you are mindset that lots of them think it’s shameful to want to change or not like parts of themselves. When there’s nothing wrong with that if it’s something you truly want. It’s also perfectly fine to want to love yourself as you are and work towards that. But that’s not what this question is about. And also for folks who cannot physically improve the things they may not like to whatever limits may be in their way like disabilities, etc, maybe fic and writing is the only place they can.

Ex: I have a working memory disability and I hate it. It makes my life extremely difficult and I constantly need to write things down in order to remember them. If I write a character who is just like me, but has an eidetic memory, just because I may find it cathartic to write about someone who is so similar to me but doesn’t have my issues. I don’t see the harm in that. Again, just a quick thought up example. But my point is in it.

If writing is the only place you’re able to be who you truly want to be, or strive to be, whether that’s a perfect idealized version of yourself in a silly little fic or elsewhere in writings. Then by all means! Again, as long as it’s being done in a healthy and cathartic way, what’s the big deal?

People take fic and writing online way to serious nowadays. And then when Readers read something they don’t like or perceive as wrong because it made them uncomfortable, or because it isn’t how they thought a character would look like or act like, they berate and attack the author like it’s the authors fault they chose to read what they read. (Once again to cover my ass. This is not a blanket statement for all readers. This is just a pattern I have seen in the community)

Fic is a community thing for sure. Absolutely. It’s the readers of fic and interact with it that are a large part of why the community continues to persevere. You (general use) are one of the driving forces that are holding the fic community together. But that doesn’t give Readers the right to tell an author how they should create and write their characters.

Of course unless what the author is doing is very clearly morally wrong without cause, ie: an underage person with an overage person. And this statement isn’t be all end all. It’s a small paragraph on a tumblr text post so of course I won’t be able to cover every single point of “what if this” or “what if that”. That’s where I get to rely on you (general usage) as a reader to understand my meaning in so many words.

Readers have the power when it comes to what they consume. I cannot, as an author, force you to read my writing, or writing with dark themes, or writing with happy themes, or anything. I also cannot force you not to. And I cannot force you to to like or dislike what you read. You chose what you read. Just like the author chooses what they write.

All I can do is say that sometimes people just need their outlet space. And that readers should really be thoughtful about their word choice when giving an author feedback. Constructive criticism is generally welcomed when it’s put in a caring manner where you genuinely wanna help.

Ex: “hey. Maybe don’t do this // do this when you’re writing ____ topic next time, it will help it be more historically accurate!”

Vs

“Why the fuck would you write XYZ happened in ____. Are you dense? That clearly didn’t happen did you even do any research?”

See the difference?

Once again, to round up this novelette of an answer: There’s nothing wrong with it. Everybody is their own person and can control what they consume from media. Read the warnings if the thing you’re reading has them. Be a conscience consumer. And lastly,

Don’t be a dick. Kindness cures.

[kozykricket]

this post is mostly about my dad but i think myself and others could learn a valuable lesson from this

it sucks when you tell someone a fair, respectful, constructive criticism, and because theyre either someone who just takes easy offense, or more likely they have really low self esteem, they either take it as a deep personal attack or as an insult of like, them being the worst person ever

i think ideally we should all strive to be able to take criticism from people… without getting all down on ourselves as if we’re terrible people, yknow? like, you dont need to get in a big hole of apologizing all the time and feeling remorse or like youre hated

just… acknowledge you maybe arent always perfect, but that youre still such an amazing person!

again its kinda about my dad but i wanted to make the post more broad, based on some experiences with others ive had in both the long past and somewhat recentlyish

i like to yknow, help people grow, and id like for them to help me grow too… and for that to happen, maybe saying that someones perfect all the time (out of fear that theyll destroy themselves due to low confidence) isnt the greatest?

but then again, i dunno. ive been in spots where id kinda get really self critical of myself if i was told about a little flaw…

i should be able to take advice on improving without thinking of it as some deep issue of me fundamentally as a person being bad.

so whats the lesson? dont dig too deep if someone gives an honest little minor critique to you, as long as theyre respectful about it. you arent someone they hate, youre not some villain to them. just… lil bitta growth!