#will turn on rbs for beloved mutuals

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

see i take "doomed by the narrative" to mean a character who is doomed (either dead or stagnant with no hope of any trajectory) by the narrative (the nature of the work existing as a story puts unique pressure/limitations on the characters through the medium of choice, where the fact that its a story with a weaker fourth wall is a deliberate choice). Doomed by the narrative meaning the constraints of narrative/genre/medium actively prevent the character from getting out of a cul de sac, and the character pushing against this metatextual boundary is part of the conflict and futility of the exercize. but i see "doomed by the narrative" applied to characters who dont die, break free from their constraints, or go stagnant at all, let alone in metatextual fashions.

what i mean is like. truman and utena are doomed by the narrative in the sense that the narrative is an oppressive force that has put them in a lose-lose situation, no matter how much they object, and the only move left for them is to exit their respective stories. the only things left for them in the narrative are death, or playing by the rules and stagnating. so they bring the curtain down. this is also the intended functions of the truman show and of RGU, to deliberately invoke the fact that the world is a closed narrative and not let you-- the viewer-- forget it, in order to make a point, or a lot of points. The Truman Show and RGU categorically can't be interacted with an audience looking for an experience where they can be sufficiently immersed into a story that they don't need to think about it as something someone else made. (Tangentially, i feel like a lot of shallow criticisms of virtually anything could be remedied by reminding them that the works they complain about were created on purpose by real living people and did not spring fully flawed out of the void.) Thats not to say that kind of story or audience is wrong-- there are countless stories that work better without the looming reminder of fictionalization hanging over someone's head. But it's just-- ugh, you get me. onto another example.

Antigone is doomed by the narrative because the complicated poetry of her small world is of the understanding that this is a tragedy, and the hero of a tragedy must die, no matter how much they try to fight it. The laws of her world are defined entirely amd immutably by the genre it takes place in. The characters implicutly know this. The best thing she can do is die on her own terms. No matter how many times the play is put on, the end result is the same. The characters of the world of OFF are doomed by the narrative because OFF is painfully aware that it is a video game, and many of the characters know it, or at least they know there is a higher power watching it spool out. And if you are an adversary in an RPG standing between the protagonist and his progression, there is only one end for you, and its your HP reaching zero. Finishing OFF means finishing them off. The game has multiple endings but to even get to the end you gotta kill basically everyone. By then its too late. There is not a circumstance where these characters survive bc the rule of the medium does not permit it. This is the category of fridged women.

As for stagnation this is for characters that are by edict of the limits of the narrative are neither permitted to die nor improve their situation nor even leave. They have reached a point of no return. This may or may not be their fault. I think this is a pretty rare character type. Creon also from antigone goes here. Zacharie, also from OFF. Any protagonist of an abandoned webcomic lol. WD Gaster.

i just feel like if ur gonna talk abt a character who is doomed u better actually mean a character who, no matter how many times you reroll the dice, is going to be irreparably fucked. And if its at the hands of a narrative you better mean its at the hands of the narrative, and that its part of the point, an active pressure and limiter.

[actualcottoncandy]

Ooooo I would love to know about silly and marigold doodles 👀

Silly is something I did after the last dnd session with my character Asher being told he did a good job by the rest of the party after successfully stealing a letter from basically the fantasy cops/military. The joke at the end if I were to finish it would be "I'm gonna steal EVERYTHING" because he craves any form of positive attention

Marigold doodles are me drawing the bbeg in the campaign im gonna run with a friend at various life stages, from a sweet kid Marigold to bbeg Mania

[ankhisms]

hey everyone unfortunately op of this post is a weirdo stay safe. in case youre unaware "paraphilia" is just another term for pedophilia that pedo/map scumbags use to excuse their shit

[untamed-pussy]

[ashiyn]

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—fun info; i've been a casual hermitcraft viewer for quite some time before i actually joined the fandom space im a long-time viewer of geminitay, a big fan of her singleplayer series and she's the reason why i got into hermitcraft in the first place! :D i've had mcyt as my special interest for a decade. which is. crazy?? to me. i started watching swedish mcyt (dualdgaming & stamsite... ough. childhood) back in late 2012 and just never looked back

martyn has the best traffic pov i love singing and music a lot! it's big soft spot for me love me some eldritch horror keralis BIG fan of other people's laughs beloved mutuals (and bdubs) turned me into an ethogirl

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[jhoons]

2022 Content Creator's Year in Review

tagged by: @jaeyunsim​​ & @leeheeseunq​​ ✩ this is my first yr making gifs for enha and there's so much i've learned through trial and error. there's also still a lot more to learn but thanks so much to my mutuals and other content creators who have supported me throughout the year ♡ i always try to rb all my mutuals gifs and hunt them down bc enhablr is kinda small (well my circle anyway) and we don’t get many posts circulating >.< tagging my beloved mutuals: @heeseunq​​ @kai-hoon​​ @polaroidlove​​ @wabisaba​​ @inhypen​​ @hooned​​​ year in review is below the cut ☾

JANUARY top: jayhoon — jay dolling sunghoon up

fav: silver hoon — the colours just turned out satisfying plus it was easy to colour :’)

FEBRUARY & MARCH — no posts bc i was in uni (idek what the point was bc i dropped out anyway)

APRIL top: jayhoon — being hot & had everyone down bad in the tags

fav: bc era jay in this shirt — bc it was the only good gif i made in my experimental phase

MAY & JUNE — may: only posted a huening kai gif in may & had uni exams,

JULY & AUGUST — jul: dropped out haha :’) only posted one gif that got like 23 likes and it’s rly bad

SEPTEMBER top: enha on odg — sunghoon was the star of this gif set bc everyone was talking abt him in the tags

fav: future perfect sunghoon — performance gifs are hard to make and each one has different lighting where you have to make it match for a good set. 

OCTOBER top: jake — pretty in his black hair shortly after he dyed it back

fav: enha on rolling stone — was satisfying to gif bc quality of vid was good and filter they used was nice and dreamy, an example of excellent lighting for giffing

NOVEMBER top: sunghoon — for their first world tour manifesto

fav: sunghoon — eating these noodles idk the texture of this set is just satisfying and he’s cute when eating

DECEMBER top: jay — i feel like the quality could’ve come out better

fav: jay — had to gif this bc isn’t he gorgeous?

[little-boats-on-a-lake]

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#like none of the other protagonists could do that but grace and simon could because they like trained each other... in hand to hand combat??

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

OH MY GOSH THEY ACTUALLY DID IT THOSE MAD LADS AT HBO MAX ACTUALLY RENEWED OFMD SPECIFICALLY FOR PRIDE MONTH

25 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#4

hiii okay it’s been a WHILE since we’ve actually talked but! you’re my only mutual who’s into the two princes and i was just wondering what the plot is and who the characters are and stuff? i really want to get into it but also i am clueless so. yeah. help 😭

AHA INCREDIBLE TIMING I WAS JUST LOOKING THROUGH THE TTP TAG

Okay so our story begins with Prince Rupert of the West who knows that something is Very Wrong because the forest at the edge of his kingdom is invading. So he goes out to look for the Hollow of the Two Kings, where legend says that two kings battled a thousand years ago and created the cursed forest. If he can find the Hollow, he could save his kingdom!

Except he’s not the only one in the forest. He quickly runs into trouble and is saved by the dashing Prince Amir of the East! Amir my beloved, thank you for being so beautiful…. I mean brave! Haha brave totally don’t think you’re beautiful.

The East and the West are enemies. Deadly enemies. Rupert is wayyy less capable of beating Amir in a fight so he lies. He’s totally a thief named Fitz who has a Robin Hood situation going on and lives in the forest. Amir kinda hires him to lead them to the Hollow because as it turns out, Amir is looking for something there too…

I’m not gonna spoil the rest because it’s really and truly amazing but our cast includes

Lady Cecily- resident valley girl who owns my heart, she really has such character growth by the end

Sir Joan- she’s beauty she’s grace she will kick you in the face our beloved knight Joanie is just all around wonderful

Queen Atossa- Amir’s mom. Tbh we don’t know too much about her but we know she’s smart as a whip and tough to boot

Queen Lavinia- “if I throw more parties, people will like me more!”

I totally recommend checking out this podcast it’s absolutely worth your time

37 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#3

Rb if you’re the one percent of the four percent of adults who use tumblr to get news ✌️

53 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#2

I’ll be honest I did not have “The Guide has OCD” on my WWDITS S4 bingo card

80 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hunter is just built to be an older brother

Too soon?

627 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

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First 5 tags are what show up in the search, feel free to talk in the tags! But have the first few tags what u actually want people to look up to find your post!

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You can reblog something as many times as you want, there’s no “you’ve tweeted this before” alert, old posts make the rounds again and you can reblog your art for morning or afternoon crowds so more of your followers see it, self reblogs are common!

Adding more tips as I think of them!

[voidselfshipp]

Stormy Outside, Warm Home

Cw: food mention.

->Only mutuals okay to rb

Summary: Its stormy outside, so Dariax and Jerico spend the day togheter in home.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifepatrickbateman @mercuryships @80sboyfriends

--Dariax! Babe...-- Jeri complained holding the dwarf's spear-- Ive told you not to leave your weapons on the table!

The dwarf Turned around nervously-- ah, my bad sweetie-- he grabbed the spear-- I came back super tired yesterday, and you looked so comfy in our bed that I just sort of left it there

Jeri giggled, opening their arms-- c'mere

The Man hugs his partner, smiling like a fool in love as he feels his beloveds fingers caressing the nape of his neck.

--i love you-- Dariax said standing on the tip of his toes.

--i love you too-- jerico leaned in.

--c'mon baby, stop teasin'

They giggle and finally kissed him, almost catched off guard when dariax Gently pulled them closer, making them both fall to the ground.

Both started to laugh, as jeri props themself up by the elbows, the dwarf hugs his beloveds neck and presses their foreheads togheter.

--i love ya sweetie, I really do..-- Dariax whispered.

--i love you too, baby-- jeri muttered back-- hey..how about we go make lunch huh?

--I like that idea...

The kitchen smelled like sweetness and dried herbs,the stormy Sky above barely let any light come through the house's Windows.

Nonetheless, the house was illuminated by candles, the soft warm glow contrasting against the colder light of the day.

Dariax was standing on a stepstool as he quietly chopped up the ingredients.

Since today was cold and overall stormy, jeri decided it was as a good a day as any to make some stew.

The broth was ready, and as dariax finished up cutting an ingredient jerico would throw them into the big pot.

Now they waited for it to Cook and once they put the lid over it, both went to sit on the sofa, dariax resting his head on his partners thighs (something he loved doing), while they read a book.

--Watcha Reading? -- he asked.

--oh, its a compilation of tales, its horror though so I dont think youll like it

--What kind of horror?

--Its called cosmic horror, so basically extraplanar entities, beings from other planets...all that

The dwarf tenses up a little-- you can read that and still sleep soundly at night?

Jeri giggled-- yeah I do, its quite interesting actually!

The Man relaxes, smiling at his lovers laugh-- okay, dont let me interrupt your Reading then

So they stayed there, dariax absolutely loved the faces his lover did when Reading, their faces of concentration, amazement.

In one opportunity he said-- youre too Smart for me

Jeri looked down at him-- excuse me?

--youre too Smart for me, in a good way-- the dwarven Man clarified-- youre always Reading books, you tend to understand things quickly as they come, im happy that I have you dont get me wrong its just, you are Smarter than you give yourself credit for, thats all

Jerico bowed down to kiss his forehead-- thank you baby, I love you

--i love you too

After lunch, both went to take a nap.

It started to rain, the courtains drowning out any light that came from the outside, thunders cracked in the distance.

Dariax laid his head on his lovers shoulder, hugging them from behind, legs trying their best to wrap themselves around jericos torso.

He hugged them tightly, smiling when he felt their partner lean into his touch.

--sweet dreams, babe...-- the Man muttered, hiding his face on the crook of their neck, falling asleep.

[sunkendreams]

your writing is absolutely incredible i rb everytime u post something just so i make sure i can read it whenever! if you don't mind could you maybe write something with thomas and reader with thomas having a breeding kink and trying to get the reader pregnant (consensually of course) pls?

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭 ( 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 ) 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝟏𝟖+! 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝟓,𝟐𝟗𝟎.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ❤️

Fuller’s rainfalls were a rarity — thunder would come rolling in upon dark skies, accompanied by the crackling of lightning from within gray clouds. The dust would settle, any drought cured within an instant. Dirt would turn to mud, decaying fields watered with liquid life. When any deluges occur, they last for days, and you welcome it with open arms.

Most days are riddled with chores and keeping yourself busy, especially whenever Thomas is away at work. You’ve proven yourself to be more than just some wayward captive of the Hewitts — you’re almost apart of the family now, completely assimilated into their environment, and you didn’t mind. It was mostly because of Thomas that you loved being here, and you loved him.

It’d only been a handful of days since the two of you first became intimate, but Thomas was a busy man. You often slept together whenever possible, but that was rather scarce these past few nights. You assumed it was exhaustion on his end, but you missed him. Unbeknownst to you, such sentiments were certainly mutual — Tommy missed you terribly, always thinking about you while on the job.

Today was different — the torrential downpour warranted a free day, which happened to exempt you from any typical outdoor work. Charles and Monty planned on heading into Fuller for supplies and foodstuffs, and Luda Mae said something about meeting her beloved friend for tea. She didn’t extend the invitation to you this time around, which you weren’t offended by.

Instead, you cleaned the house. Dusting, sweeping, mopping, scrubbing, organizing as much as you could. You’d become talented at such chores, which left you with plenty of spare time once you finished. Rain pounded against the roof of the house, blowing in sideways as it began to patter against the windows and front porch.

It was as violent as it was atmospheric, lulling you into some sense of serenity. The sheen of a heavy rainfall glistened upon the fields of wheatgrass, forming puddles of earthy mud all over the property. Voices began to reverberate from the parlor, lively laughter intermingled with the enthusiastic chatter, presumably from Luda Mae and her friend. You were curious, but you weren’t invited, and it would be rude to eavesdrop.

As you passed by the gaping door, innocuously pretending to tend to chores, there was a soft gasp, followed by hushed murmurs. You wondered if they were talking about you — why else would someone ogle and act surprised with you slipping by? There was the powerful urge to linger just out of sight and listen, but you couldn’t do that to Luda Mae. The heavy rain outside provided plenty of noise, a clap of thunder following suit.

Just as you made for the stairs, Luda Mae summoned you by calling your name, stern enough to command your attention. You skittered backward, worried that she might’ve suspected you creeping about out in the corridor, but by the time you reached the gap in the door, her expression didn’t reveal any negative emotions. “Yes ma’am?” You inquired, smoothing your hands across your overalls.

“Oh, Luda Mae! She’s darling!” A portly woman sat within one of the rickety chairs, quite corpulent by any standard, but unusually jubilant. She was wonderfully bright, features dabbed in rosy cosmetics, pudgy visage framed with black-rimmed glasses. It was the happiest face you’d seen in a long while, and she beckoned you closer with a wave of her hand. “Let me see you, sweetheart.”

Her exuberance was completely unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. You couldn’t help but smile, stepping closer toward this new woman as she grasped ahold of your hand. It was akin to the embrace of a grandmother, tender and filled with an unrestrained warmth. Luda Mae was far more stern and weathered than this woman, but in good ways. It was amusing to see the contrast between the both of them.

“This is the one your boy is fawning over?” You perked up when Tommy was mentioned, even if it wasn’t by name. Luda Mae squinted, gaze fluttering toward you for just a moment, perceptive as ever. A cigarette hung from the corner of her mouth, wisps of smoke emerging from between her lips. “You two are gonna make some beautiful babies!”

“Tommy is very fond of her,” There was a slight pause as she regarded you, deciding on what to say with you here. “Think he loves her. She’s been real good for him, this one. Haven’t seen him so happy in a long time.” Luda Mae chimed, puffing upon her cigarette.

This was all a revelation to you, causing your cheeks to surge with a feverish warmth. Tommy loved you? There was some giddiness that swelled within your chest, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from gasping. You barely took note of the tea lady’s comment about having kids with Thomas — you weren’t really at that stage, you didn’t know if you wanted any.

“How precious!” The woman squeezed your hand, giving it a pat with the other. Her clothes were a little more lavish than anything the Hewitts wore, which made you wonder where she lived in relation to the property. “Thomas has found himself a real beauty. She needs better clothes, Luda.” Tugging at the hip seam of your overalls, she clicked her tongue.

“Oh, I think I’m alright, ma’am. I’ve got plenty of clothes.” That wasn’t exactly true, but you felt guilty when it came to the charity of others. You only had enough for a week or so, your overalls being the thing you wore the most besides your nightgown.

“Nonsense. I’m sure I can fix you up!” The woman exclaimed, releasing your hand at last. You decided not to protest her generosity, and merely smiled and nodded along instead. “Don’t be a stranger, darling.” The mirthful smile she wore was enough to comfort you, though you took this as your invitation to leave. You assumed that they wanted their private conversation still, which you didn’t mind.

“Of course, thank you, miss.” You beamed, peering toward Luda Mae. “Did you want me to get something ready for dinner?” They rarely allowed you to cook, only assist, and it seemed like that was going to stick as the elderly woman shook her head, puffing upon her cigarette. She waved her hand in dismissal.

“No. You’re more than welcome to help, you’re a good assistant.” This was one of the rare moments where Luda Mae actually cracked a smile, though it was a little thin and lackluster. You knew that was merely her personality, all gruff and rugged compared to the ray of sunshine that happened to be her friend. “Might need you to check that basement for water, if you could.” She prompted, motioning toward the door.

With a nod, you slipped back toward the hallway. “I’ll go see what the damage is, ma’am.” You peered toward the other lady with a cheeky grin. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” Offering your farewells and any parting waves, you closed the door this time, cutting off any intrigue to attempt to eavesdrop again. You left both of the older women to their devices, making for the basement door inside of the dining room.

Your thoughts immediately snapped to what Luda Mae had said about Tommy’s feelings for you, and it filled you with an immeasurable amount of joy. Maybe you weren’t used to somebody sharing your sentiments, but it made you feel warm. You wanted to talk to him about it whenever he got home, a conversation best left for the dead of night. It warranted privacy that way, thankfully.

Traipsing down the creaking steps to the basement, some water was beginning to settle in upon the floors. They were scarcely covered with a patchwork of wooden planks accompanied by solid, hard ground, several large racks with iron hooks and a sprawling table. There was another smaller room off to the left, partially concealed by a heavy, sliding door.

Curiosity got the better of you, the gap wide enough for you to wriggle through. The space was fashioned to be a bedroom of sorts, dingy mattress sporting some massive indent where somebody slept. As soon as your gaze flickered toward the stack of books upon some dilapidated nightstand, you knew that this was where Tommy stayed more often than not.

You wondered how he fit — the space was almost too small for a man of his bulk, which made you feel a twinge of guilt, but he must’ve managed. The fixtures were old, spots of wood beginning to rot, though it was clear of any water. Your name was crudely scratched into a small portion of the wall, which you found intriguing. A leather-bound journal sat near his misshapen pillow.

Tommy was rather literate, and it made you ponder what he’d written in that journal, if anything. Despite fascination, you wouldn’t dare look inside — it was deeply invasive, a betrayal of your trust, and that wasn’t very fair to Tommy whatsoever. You did think to ask him about it later on, but no peeking. Instead, you admired his somewhat cozy nook, peeking through the banged-up dresser.

All of his clothing happened to be several sizes too big, but they were him. You wanted one for yourself to wear, as odd as it might’ve seemed, but you hoped he wouldn’t mind. It was buried at the very bottom of the drawer, a darker brown shirt with faded spots and buttons up the center. If he missed it, you would give it back to him.

Despite your initial task being an investigation of the state of the basement, you ended up taking one of Tommy’s shirts with you instead. As for the low level of water in the uneven divots, that was something Charles needed to do. Making your way back up the narrow staircase, you headed for your room, romping up yet another flight of stairs.

Slipping back inside of your room, you sank into the mattress, exchanging your blouse and baggy overalls for Tommy’s shirt, kicking your feet up atop the blankets. As rain rattled the rooftops, it nearly lulled you to sleep, your arm perched beneath your head as you stared up at the ceiling.

You were on the fringes of slumber before someone knocked at your door, the wooden surface rattling underneath the amount of force. “Come in,” You called out, sitting up with a curious expression. The door would creep open, Tommy’s hulking form lingering near the doorframe, tresses damp with water. He was soaked, clothing stuck to his bulky musculature. “Hey, Tommy.” You smiled.

He seemed a little on-edge, sporting a bruise across his cheek, knuckles bloodied as he lumbered toward you, carrying a bundle of dry clothing. You immediately clamored from bed, brows drawn together in concern as you skittered toward Tommy, hand hovering above his cheek. “What happened to you?” You asked, lips curling into a frown when he pulled away from you, depositing his clothes onto your bed. “What’s wrong?”

Tommy didn’t speak, only grunting in response as he sat down onto your bed, the frame creaking and groaning underneath him in protest. He looked upset, body language indicative of frustration and agitation. As you chased after him, coming to stand in between his legs, he immediately pressed his head into your stomach, arms wrapping around you like a vice, crushing you against him.

Other workers at the packing plant weren’t kind to him, berating him until the point of rage. He was always bigger and always stronger, but one of them managed to land a shiner on his right cheek. As Thomas snuggled into you, keening into the warmth of your body, he stared at your abdomen, long enough to form lascivious feelings of desire.

He heard his Momma talking about children, talking about you and him. You were in the very early stages of your relationship, so it didn’t seem appropriate, but it did get Tommy’s mind racing in all sorts of directions. None of them were particularly wholesome, either.

He imagined your stomach swollen with his children, something he’d pictured multiple times, but Tommy was so busy that he shoved his wants and cravings for you aside in order to focus on work and family. With amatory fantasies dancing across his mind, one palm moved to gingerly massage into your hips, a low rumble escaping him.

As your fingers perused throughout his tresses, Thomas was more than receptive, keeping you flush against him, peppering kisses against your torso. Your fingers swept over his hair before hooking along the wet collar of his shirt, creeping toward the buttons at the front. “Do you wanna get out of these wet clothes?” You hummed, watching as his head snapped up, locking in a stare with you.

Thomas realizes that you’re wearing one of his shirts, curious as to how you acquired one in the first place, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is how good you look, how beautiful you are — possessiveness festers within his heart like a plague, consuming every bone in his body with an unnerving strength. He stands up, nearly barreling over you, but he steadies you with one burly arm, letting it wrap around your hips.

Swallowing hard, you’re immediately dwarfed by Thomas, who’s staring at you as if you were the only woman left alive. He’s starving, but it’s not for any sort of conventional meal. As your hands roam toward his tie and the buttons of his shirt, he assists you, lifting his apron over his head, draping it across the foot of the bed. Sonorous grunts escape him as you undo his tie, unbuttoning the striped, grimy shirt before he’s all bare-chested and absolutely massive before you.

It isn’t a stereotypical musculature — he’s all burly and absolutely hulking, bulging muscle prominent along his biceps, but his torso is big. He’s thick, pleasantly so, covered in scars and a grizzled layer of dark hair that matches the heap of damp, tousled curls atop his head. His big, calloused hands were large enough to cover your whole face. Your visage grows hot with a feverish warmth, and it soon spreads all over your body.

“You’re so handsome, Tommy — so handsome.” You whisper, shamelessly letting your hands trace over him, across his broad chest and thick arms, savoring the feeling of him. Thomas is impossibly strong, all rugged and rough, but you love that about him. You listen to his soft rumble when you compliment him, big palm settling against your rump, giving it a very greedy squeeze.

You squeak, jolting into him when he brazenly grabs you, kneading into your pliant curves as he stoops down, face nestling against yours, his method of asking for a kiss. You oblige him almost immediately, feeling the uncomfortable bite of the leather mask against your skin, but it’s commonplace by now. Your spur of passion arouses him, cock twitching to life as he reciprocates your kiss, big hand cupping your face.

Thomas became rather comfortable with kissing after so many times, initially hesitant about it for fear you wouldn’t enjoy it with his mask, but you’re both managing. Those thick digits tense against your soft flesh, feeling your hand gently twine around his wrist, the other poised atop his chest. You’re careening into him, kissing him with an unrestrained fervor, showering Tommy in all of your plentiful affections.

His grip becomes possessive, hauling you closer, beginning to slip underneath your shirt in order to feel for the small of your back. Thomas’s mind is filled with abhorrently sinful thoughts, wanting to stuff you with his cock and fill you up with babies — that was how it worked with any other animal. His idea was a little more callous, but he would never hurt you anyway.

With a sharper inhale, your kisses become open-mouthed, charged with an amatory spark as you feel him crash into you, fingers threading into your tresses. A baritone grunt escaped him, sending shivers up your spine as he swept you up with him, settling back upon your bed with you in his lap, straddling one of his thighs. A sliver of you worried about any escalation of noise, but you forgot about the raging thunderstorm outside — it would mask sounds.

Settling atop his thick leg, you were all over him, arms tossed around his neck as you kept your lips locked, the entanglement becoming extremely heated. Thomas was grabbing at your ass, fingers curling into the gaudy material of your panties, his other hand searching for the hem of your shirt, giving it several tugs to get it over your head. A thin, frilly brassiere clung to your chest, but it wouldn’t be on forever.

“Need you to touch me,” You mumbled, rocking upwards until both of your knees were digging into the mattress on either side of his thigh, keeping you suspended. “Please, Tommy.” With a soft moan, your mountainous lover did exactly as you instructed, hand sliding from the swell of your rump to between your legs, shoving past your panties and to your damp slit.

His pleasant, satisfied rumble made you shudder in anticipation, feeling those impossibly thick digits push past your folds, settling against your cunt. Thomas’s other hand happened to relocate, holding at your torso, fingers flexing near your stomach. His fantasies of breeding you were getting a little unbearable, but he wanted to fulfill your desires first before turning to his own.

Your face pushed into his bare, broad shoulder, attempting to smother the myriad of noises you made as he ground his hand into your weeping cunt, gliding back and forth in steady motions as he sought your clit. No matter how much or how little he touched you, it was all incredibly stimulating — his fingers were huge anyway. Hearing his grunts made you tremble within his grasp, turning to putty as he rubbed your slit.

The more the two of you were involved sexually, the more Thomas seemed to learn — and he was a quick learner. You nearly cried out when his thick digits buried themselves against the sensitive clutch of nerves between your legs, circling and caressing at your clit. You were soaked, certainly ready to take him now that you’d gotten warmed up a little bit. Thomas always knew to touch you before trying to split you in half with his cock.

Thomas was unbelievably tight within his trousers, his colossal member twitching and throbbing, fully erect as it pressed against your thigh, practically begging to be inside of you. You were busy rocking and grinding yourself into his hand, digits curling into his hair as his lips graced your neck, greedily sucking along your supple flesh. Tommy got carried away, his grunt deliciously deep as his lips pursed, sucking at a spot close to your jugular until your skin became sore and irritated.

It was a flourishing hickey that only he could see — he would know it was there. Thomas didn’t stop there, continuing to languish his mouth all over your neck, fingers driving themselves against your clit, over and over again until he thrust them toward your entrance. With a strangled gasp, you whimpered, digits tensing within his tresses as you gently tugged on them, moaning his name when he’d pushed those thick fingers inside of your tight cunt, easing you up.

“Tommy,” A breathy whine tore past your lips, feeling his face push into yours as he fucked you with his fingers, pace intentionally sluggish to keep you wanting more. He certainly wasn’t finished with you yet — he was so overwhelmed by fantasies that he wasn’t thinking straight anymore. You felt his hand rub over your belly in a sensual manner, which confused you, but it was touch — it made you hot. “Want you.” You whimpered, hearing him grunt again.

As soon as you indicated that you were ready, Tommy pulled his fingers out of your aching cunt, gently placing you down onto the mattress. You were already wriggling out of your panties, inner thighs glistening with arousal as Thomas hastily tore off of the bed, forcing his way in between your legs. He was completely and utterly massive, which made your legs strain in order to fit around his hips, but you didn’t mind.

Hapless underneath him, Thomas’s pupils were blown out, dilated with lust and a ravenous desire to breed you, stuff you with his seed. All of that chatter about the two of you having kids had gotten to his head like some thick haze, and now he was in the earlier stages of a frenzy. You could see it in his face — he was going to obliterate you, and you couldn’t have been more excited, even if you weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.

“Fuck me, Tommy.” Your mouth was moving before your brain could catch up, along with any shred of coherency, and you realized that you were about to be split in half with what you said. “I want you to cum in me,” You moaned, watching his stare contort into an amatory lust to something completely crazed, in some drunken stupor of desire, absolutely desperate to please you, to make you writhe underneath him. “Please.” You were just as ravenous as he was.

Your stomach churned with anticipation and a pang of excitable terror, knowing what he was about to do to you. The thunderstorm only increased in volume with claps of thunder so loud that it rattled the very foundations of the house. Thomas hastily unzipped the front of his trousers, fishing his cock out, fully erect and oozing with precum, the product of his overwhelming desire for you, and you alone.

The next thing that Thomas did was absolutely unexpected, and it was like he’d become the thunder, his voice so guttural and husky, so unfamiliar yet terrifyingly wonderful. He turned you into mush with only one little word, likely the first and last time he would ever speak to you, and he said it with such clarity that it floored you …

“Mine.”

Thomas’s chest tightened, his singular utterance filling him with that familiar sensation of possessiveness, of claiming and taking what was his. It wasn’t like you didn’t belong to him before, and vice versa, but now — now, you had absolute clarification of who you belonged to, and it rattled you to your core. Your cunt clenched around absolutely nothing, and it was pathetic. His voice made you tremble.

Grabbing your haunches, Thomas gently tugged you closer, cock pressing against your slit, making you choke upon a gasp that tangled itself within your throat. He was so big that you knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but you steeled yourself, relaxing into the mattress as he slowly eased his way inside of you with a lengthy, husky rumble, his adoring stare glued to you.

You moaned, back arching slightly as Thomas pushed his hips forward, cock inching inside of you, little by little. You felt so full, thankful that he’d touched you beforehand. “Tommy,” You mewled, fingers clawing at the tangled sheets as he gave you a moment or two to properly adjust. He was going to absolutely split you in half, break you — you were preparing yourself, legs spread for him, brassiere still clinging to your chest.

Rocking forward with a grunt, Thomas began to thrust himself inside of you, attempting to go about it in a gentler way, not wanting to hurt you whatsoever. It was difficult, especially with the differences in size, but he was hellbent on cumming inside of you, just as you’d asked. The full brunt of his thick cock stretched you slightly, throbbing and twitching as he began to find a slower pace, bed creaking underneath you.

It wasn’t slow for very long.

“You can be rougher,” It was you who encouraged it in the first place, with saccharine whispers and tender coaxing that drove Thomas crazy. He was enthralled whenever you spoke to him like that, spoke to him as if you were some old married couple. “I want you to fuck me, fill me up.” You enunciated the latter end of your sentence, and you nearly flew backward into the wall when he thrust forward with a terrifying strength.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you about Thomas cumming inside of you, but all you knew was that it absolutely turned you on — and you realized that it got him hot and bothered, too. His eyes were all wide and feral, his thrusts borderline animalistic as he began to rut into you, grappling your haunches with an ironclad grip.

His cock began demolishing you, pounding away as soon as you gave your consent. Thomas was desperate to reach his orgasm, wanting to stuff you with his cum until you were full and satiated. It was fantasy intermingled with your encouragement, and little did you know, you really were unleashing the beast. He didn’t want to hurt you, he wouldn’t — he was just wildly enthusiastic.

“Thomas!” Your wanton moan tore past your lips, your body being rattled and rocked by each clap of his groin, sending you flying backwards toward the wall as his cock had pistoned into you. It was as deep as he could go, hunching over you slightly, pressing into you with a lascivious need. You wanted to talk a little more, get him all riled up more than he already was.

Even as he battered your cunt, it was all very loving, if one could believe it. There was a lack of callousness in the way he went about rutting into you, dilated eyes full of a lovesick devotion and adoration. You were clinging to the bed, clinging to something as he bounced your smaller body along to each powerful thrust, cock driving deep into your cunt, wanting to fill you up.

You could already feel the soreness in your legs, which were quivering, being suspended by Thomas’s massive hands. He nearly pulled himself out of you entirely, only to slam his way back into you with a vulgar noise, lewd and feverish as he continued to rail into you like an animal in heat.

It was passionate even then, his fingers kneading and groping into your flesh, chest rumbling with a myriad of aroused, possessive growls. He was obliterating you, yearning to breed you, make you full with his child, listen to your desperate noises as he neared closer to an orgasm. Thomas was still holding back just a little bit, not wanting to really use all of his brute strength.

Your head was spinning, stomach clenching and tightening into excitable knots, a flood of warmth rushing between your legs. “Need you to fill me up,” With a high-pitched whine, you could feel each pulse of his cock inside of you, moving with a force that could shake the mountains. If that wasn’t his all, you could only wonder what all of his strength would be like — surely, he would split you in half, then.

Suddenly, he was bearing down on top of you, one knee digging into the mattress, a hand planted right next to your head. Thomas was fully situated between your legs, spreading you out completely as he pounded you into the mattress, the base of his cock glistening with ropes of precum. Your hand snapped to hold onto his wrist, barely able to move your own hips.

Thomas’s face pushed into yours, his breathing abnormally heavy and strenuous, lips briefly ghosting across yours as he continued to rut into you with such a force that you swore the bedframe might split if he kept going at this rate. The noises reminded you of a toppling building, but you didn’t say anything, lips agape and absolutely desperate for him to cum in you, knees squeezing at his waist.

His thick digits curled into the sheets, clearly attempting to restrain himself from going too wild, a string of grunts escaping him, right next to your ear. You were moaning his name so many times that it was burned into your brain, your cunt clenching around his cock, hand snug around his trunk-like forearm. “I love you.” You blurted — you felt Tommy’s hips stutter, like he was in disbelief, but he kept going, pounding into you with a wistful desperation, now.

He was staring at you, locking you into an intense gaze, and you watched him huff, brow furrowed in concentration. Tommy could barely speak as it were — he wanted to tell you so terribly, but all he could do was fervently nod his head, like he was giving confirmation that he felt the same way. He was so close, cock pulsing and twitching as his release hit him hard.

“Cum inside of me, Tommy, knock me up.” You squeaked, feeling his hips jerk into you, as far as he could go until ropes of hot cum were painting your insides, sticky and plentiful, almost an unnecessary amount. His breathing was ragged, forehead pushing against yours as he forced his cock into you again, flooding you with his cum. “Christ.” You groaned, huffing and panting along with him.

Thomas’s hand relocated to your stomach, settling down from his euphoria. He wanted to keep going, breeding you until the dead of night, but he could tell that you were exhausted. His amount of stamina doubled your own, not that he minded. He slowly eased himself off of you, sluggishly pulling his cock out of you with a lewd noise.

Your inner thighs were an absolute mess, sticky and wet, coated in his cum and yours. He’d gotten ahead of himself, but you were unbelievably full. There was something of a mess all over the sheets, which you’d have to clean and try to give an excuse as to why later on to Luda Mae. As you tried to stand, you almost toppled over, but Tommy caught you, gently settling you back into bed.

He changed clothes, exchanging damp fabrics for something dry, big torso clad in a white tank, scrounging up the messy sheets toward one corner as he settled down next to you with a grunt. You cleaned yourself up a little bit, but even as you tugged your panties on, you could still feel that warm sensation against your cunt. Your legs were shaking, sore and tense as Tommy pulled you into his big lap, cradling you with one arm.

With a soft sigh, Thomas’s face nestled against yours, big thumb caressing along your jaw, reveling in your softness as you gave him a big smile. You’d definitely let this man potentially get you pregnant — as crazy as the idea sounded earlier that day, you were content with it. Slightly content, at least. You’d gotten a little lost in the haze of lust yourself.

“I love you, you know. I mean that,” You murmured, listening to him grunt, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Do you love me, too?” You asked, sheepishly meeting his stare with a doe-eyed gaze of your own, twining your hands together.

Thomas nodded so enthusiastically that you thought his head might fall off of his shoulders, face nestling against yours again as he let out some pleasant rumble. Cuddled up to one another, you kissed his mask, pad of your thumb caressing over his bruised knuckles.

As the thunderstorm continued to rage on, bringing with it a brief chill, you stayed tangled up with Tommy, soaking in his wave of warmth — and you were happy.

[tittyblade]

tumblr etiquette 101

a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.

First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!

Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!

1) Your blog

This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!

Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.

Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]

Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.

You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.

Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.

Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.

Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.

2) Interacting with others

You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!

Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.

Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.

Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.

You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.

Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.

...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.

Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.

For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.

3) Your Posts

Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!

Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.

Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.

Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.

Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason. 

Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)

Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.

@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.

4) Tags, and tagging a post

This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.

Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.

Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.

Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it. 

If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.

Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.

Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved. 

If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others. 

Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol. 

You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.

#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.

Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:

Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3

[graymoon2-archive]

this post has been delayed by several days but

em graymoon’s guide to writing, formatting, and posting mcyt fanfiction

thank you to @dreamwvrld, @struggling-with-time, @anarchiststories, and @bunarise for their additions!

this covers everything from blog setup to the algorithm to making mutuals and more!

this will be in multiple steps and have as much info as i can think to include. feel free to rb or reply with any additional info! i’ve included reference posts by myself and some of my beloved mutuals <3

so you, dear reader. if you are interested in writing mcyt fanfiction, keep reading! its not hard, i promise.

a small disclaimer before i begin- none of this is for financial gain. you aren’t going to be paid. we all do this for fun. however, this doesn’t mean its okay for you to be harassed or have your writing stolen. writers are people, and we have lives.

step 1- make your blog

this is the simplest and most important step.

set up a theme however you want, fill out the bio, ect. if you already have a blog, you can use that! you’ll want to set up your pinned post with the following links (all of these are pretty optional except your masterlist)

references- x | x | x | x | x (dont steal peoples layouts)

a. masterlist- this contains all of your written works. mine are sorted by characters, but you can sort them other ways as well. you can find references here, here, and here from some of my mutuals

b. about me- self explanatory

c. requesting information (optional, only if your requests are open!) references: x | x | x | x

d. dni- self explanatory

you’ll want to set up all the links and such before you begin posting or writing.

(hot tip: requests are a great way to get ideas if you feel uninspired)

step two- actually write perhaps?

this is pretty easy if im honest so i’ll be including my best tips for writing here + what tends to be popular

1- do not feel pressured in any way to write or to meet a certain word count. this is supposed to be fun, don’t turn it into a task

2- pov, pov, pov. establish your pov from the start. you have three options; 1st [i, me, myself] (not very tumblr style, if you make x reader in 1st pov i’ll cry), 2nd [you, yours, yourself] (x reader is most commonly in this pov. its like 3rd but replace the pronouns with you), and 3rd [she/her, they/them, he/him, etc] (some x readers, mostly populated by character x character or other narrative style writing)

3- some characters do better on tumblr, some don’t. don’t look at the numbers too hard.

(hot tip: cc!dteam and cc!wibur fluff does the best.)

4- long fics or series need a plot layout. take my advice on this one. just lay out base events. thats it. it can be sarcastic, stupid, full of keysmashes, doesn’t matter. just get your base events down, and your brain will do the rest.

heres an example for a series im doing soon

like i said, doesn’t need to be perfect. it just needs to be.

5- headcannons are easy to make and easy to read (*cough cough you can get easy clout cough*)

6- make sure people know your requests are open (if you must, submit asks to yourself with whatever inspo you have and pretend it was an actual request)

7- make sure it follows boundaries (check @/smp-boundaries )

step 3- formatting

so here we are. you wrote. now we format.

a. images- some people add an image to the top of their posts, some dont. some use line breaks, some dont. whatever floats your boat. here are two line break images i use pretty often

just save them off the post and use them! credit to @sushisoot for the black one

(hot tip: look for macbook background images theyre usually a good size)

b. top of post information (aka: the hook- how will you draw potential reader’s attention?)

this is the formatting setup i'm using currently.

title

ship

line break image

masterlist- add masterlist link here-leads people to check out more works

summary- short 1-2 sentence summary of your writing

warnings- add tws here

pronouns- if in 2nd person put none used, if 3rd add the used pronouns (tumblr prefers 2nd and 3rd to 1st)

song rec- pretty optional, but i like to include one for fun

(word count)

line break image

first paragraph

add the cut (:readmore: +enter on app, insert using the formatting tools on web)

heres an example

another thing you want to add is a readmore. if your work is longer than 0.3k words, its a necessity. add it after the first paragraph (so you can pull readers in)

with this formatting, your authors note/ additional notes (a/n) goes at the end (usually some random note like “i listened to coconut mall on repeat while writing this”)

blank version:

masterlist

summary

warnings

pronouns

song rec

another option is the formatting i used to use, which is slightly more self explanatory

masterlist

ship- cc/c/au!(ch) x gn/f/m/au reader (ex- hs!au karl x gn!reader)

word count-

category- fluff/angst/hurt comfort

pronouns-

warnings-

a/n-

example

pretty simplistic, i just think its a bit long

blank version

masterlist

ship-

word count-

category-

pronouns-

warnings-

a/n-

(if you’re wondering what changed, i’m gay now /lh)

c. add a readmore i beg you (mobile tutorial) desktop is with text formatting stuff

d. consistency. keep your formatting style the same from post to post

e. if you start a taglist, keep a post where you list all of the tags and paste it at the bottom of fics (typically you want a taglist for any series you start)

f. tagging. this is how you actually get your post where you want it

most people use a tagging system similar to this (x reader specific, its what i write. if any other writers want to tell me how they tag ill add it in!)

mcyt, mcyt fanfiction, mcyt x reader, mcyt x you, dream smp, dream smp fanfiction, dream smp x reader, dream smp x you, [character] x reader, [character] x you, [character] x gn/f/m!reader, cc/c/[au]!character x reader, cc/c/[au]!character x you, cc/c/[au]!character x gn/f/m!reader

and for headcannons, just use multiple character specific tags along with the base mcyt and dream smp x reader tags (keep in mind, only the first 20 tags work, the other 10 are just for organization)

if you cross tag (use unrelated tags to your writing) i will come break your kneecaps. don’t do it.

step 4- actually posting

you made it! time to share your story with the simps fandom!

if you want maximum exposure, 8pm - 1 am est is a good bet. you can take advantage of the scheduling feature to make sure posts go up when you want.

step 5- making mutuals

the social game is a strange one, but i have more mutuals than i can count, so allow me to give you some advice.

1- be nice! reach out in their ask box, say hello, introduce yourself, ect

2- check on them every day or so, be a good friend

3- ask questions, discuss mutual interests, basic relationship stuff

if you’re scared, go on anon! send asks and get to know someone under the guise of an emoji or word. i did!

step 6- bust the algorithm

now look. im not saying this is the most ethical. but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do

a. send yourself requests so people know you accept them

b. self reblogs. it boosts your fic to followers in other timezones

c. literally just. ask for reblogs. put a little message that says “reblogs appreciated” or “please consider reblogging” like the more polite youtubers do. (reblogs boost your work in tags and spread it to other people)

d. if you have a fic, dm it to me! i love to read other peoples work!

feel free to dm me with any other questions! im happy to help

also allow me to plug- im a mod on a prompt blog called @promptplanetblr, we make prompts (duh) and there are some inspo playlists as well! if you feel uninspired go check it out!

[uncleshits]

Maddie day!!!! A beloved mutual who's tags always make my day 💕 in my head I read your url as birkboltz. -zim-tits

bean!! omg my first rb on this blog was actually your "frat bros turn their hats around so they can kiss" art, and I'm still constantly shocked that you follow me bc you're such a staple in this fandom and have been since before I even joined! (also ngl birkboltz is actually such an iconic url i love it)

[y0itsbri]

thanks for the tag @tectonicduck & @livinginsunnyhell !

1. why did you choose your url?

okay this is kinda stupid but i made it in like middle school and it's bc it was similar to the handle of one girls from my school that i wanted to be like. i've never had the heart to change it

2. any side blogs?

i definitely still have a twilight side blog. i'll expose myself here. fun fact, i used to have a pretty popular twilight instagram account back in the day! (i will not be exposing this one lol)

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

since like 2013

4. do you have a queue tag?

nah. mostly bc if i'm gonna post something, i'm gonna post it immediately. i have no self control

5. why did you start your blog?

it was for the "quality" and "tumblr girl" aesthetic before i discovered fandom

6. why did you choose your pfp?

mandy milkovich my beloved

7. why did you choose your header?

fiona gallagher my beloved

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

this one! it makes me happy seeing how many people love the colors. i had a vision of it when i was falling asleep one night and then made it a reality and it turned out pretty cool if i do say so myself

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i don't know the exact number, but i've gained so many bc of shameless and you're all so so cool!

10. how many followers do you have?

more than i deserve but less than people expect tbh

11. how many people do you follow?

i think like 300 something

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

honestly i don't think so. i haven't put too many of my thoughts on this hell site

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

i wanna say at least an hour maybe??? it's one of the tabs that i always keep open on my computer

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

don't think so. gotta talk to fight and i don't talk too much

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i never rb and the guilt always catches me for like .2 seconds before i remember i am not being directly attacked

16. do you like tag games?

yeah!

17. do you like ask games?

i think they're fun! i love reading all my mutuals' responses :)

18. which of your mutuals do you think are tumblr famous?

all of you are tumblr famous in my head <3

[tehohaews]

♤ hi hello ily, pls pretend i sent this 2 days ago LMAO i wasn't online, have a good rest of your weekend orthy!! 💕 - @itoldconcreteaboutyou

AYESHA AYESHA AYESHA!!! ngl i was legit thinking of you during answering all my other asks cause you are literally the first person who interacted with me here 🥺💞💞💞

You’re my: beloved mutual with a boat fetish but also my partner in crime when it will be time to burn gee em em down 😌😌

How I met you: It was when s2g was premiering. You sent me a dm saying that you were meaning to send an ask game but my asks were off 🤪. I had no idea my asks were off and I turned them on and you sent me the ask again 💞💞 (It was that "say 5 things about yourself and send this to 5 other people you want to know better"). Your url was nuisanceandthehandsomeprince back then and I followed you too but I had no idea we were mutuals 🥴 ( I still, to this day have no idea about your main blog lol). ANYWAY i will always remember this cause you couldve just skipped sending that ask as my asks were off but you didnt 🥺 and after that you always tagged me in those tag games and I felt included okay 🤧🤧🤧 love yaaaa 💞💞💞

Your blog is: full of #Ayesha and her boat scene but I'm not complaining 😌😌. Lol i was rewatching ep2 the other day and when the boat scene came up I Ayesha and her boat scene out load 🥴🥴 your impact 💞💞

Why I follow you: your tags are a rideee and I laugh at them even if I dont watch the shows + ipytm/itsay and 2g rbs too 💞💞

Your URL is: fjjdjdjdjJsjdjdj Icb you really went through with Tay's joke 😌😌 we stan

Your icon is: idk who dat but keep on shining you beautiful star

A random fact I know about you: I think you didnt watch safe zone when it dropped cause of ramadan?

General opinion: LOVELY CUTE SWEET CUPCAKE SUNSHINE

A random thought I have: ep1 thoughts Ayesha 👀👀 dont be shy

[inmyarmswrappedin]

Skam + the remakes fans are weird. No remake fandom is exempt from this, except for individual fans across the Skam/+remakes who don't ever participate in this weird battle to protect the honor of whatever skam version that floats your boat. With the very predictable and pop. defensive tactic being redirecting focus to problematic moments of other remakes to distract from whatever issue that has besmirched ones own beloved remake. It's all so pointless and nothing good ever comes of it

Hi anon 🍀 I partly agree and I don’t. I agree in part with you, and I’d also add that the Skams sort of lend themselves to these competitions because they’re such immersive experiences, on a level that most media isn’t. Like, there are people who think the British version of The Office is superior to The Office US, but there aren’t like... These pissing contests between fandoms, like with Skams. Similarly, there are a bunch of versions of Red Band Society, which, like Skams, has teenaged characters and touches on a bunch of difficult topics. And yet, people aren’t waging fandom wars over RBS. 

The part where I don’t agree is something I mentioned on the replies to a mutual... When people don’t like or don’t vibe with a remake, there’s a bunch of reasons why they don’t. And when those “critics” (to give them a quick name, not that I think they’re necessarily critics, haters or antis) say that the stans don’t criticize a show, what they mean is that the stans aren’t criticizing the things the “critics” personally find questionable. In other words, stans aren’t criticizing the show to the standards set by the “critics”. 

For instance: fans who didn’t like Matteo’s season think stans don’t talk enough about how boring and uninteresting Matteo is. But like... Why would they? For these Druck stans, Matteo is a feature, not a bug! They vibe with him and find him relatable and interesting. I have a friend who’s into Skam Italia and she doesn’t care that the actors are in their twenties, so she’s not going to criticize that casting. And for me, personally, I don’t see any issue with Nora’s opinion about bisexuality and pansexuality, because I don’t see any significant difference compared to the Skam scene. So I can’t criticize Skam España to the satisfaction of España “critics.” So, starting with the fact that I don’t find the scene objectionable, if someone were to attack me for it (not that anyone has tbh, people in my inbox are always civil 💌), I’d be like, “well, why is this scene so much worse than Aaron saying pan is “hearts not parts” and whatever else he said about bisexuality, that Jens (Wtfock’s bisexual male character) backed him up on?” Like, I’d want to know where the line is, you know? 

I’m sure this isn’t the scenario you had in mind when you said “ redirecting focus to problematic moments of other remakes to distract from whatever issue that has besmirched ones own beloved remake,” though, but I think it’s something to keep in mind.

Lastly, when you join a fandom during a hiatus, you have two choices: either consume the existing content and wait for more, or cause drama just to have something to do. Whenever a show/movie saga/book series/you name it, is on hiatus, fandom inevitably turns into a hot mess of warring factions. And some people thrive on drama.