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krissology:

trickztr:

Friendly reminder that fan-made content (fanart, fanfic, fanvids, etc) are:

  • extremely time consuming. Remember someone actually took time out of their life to create that, time they could’ve used to, idk, sleep, for example
  • entertainment you’re consuming for free. I can’t stress this enough: you’re enjoying someone else’s craft for free. You paid exactly zero money to look at/read/watch it.
  • S H A R E D  with you, not made for you. This is the most important point: someone created that, put it online and you found it. No one forced you to consume that fanwork, you C H O S E  to do it. 

Whenever you feel like leaving a mean comment, anonymous hate or make a ~clever post about how ‘lol look at all of these overused tropes every fic writer crams into their fics’ remember you’re being a dick to someone who shared their work with you. You’re not being funny, you’re not being edgy, you’re not being brave for calling something out - you’re being a dick.

S H A R E D  with you, not made for you.

Read that again.

robstaryeah:

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Dickkory Red Carpet art by Maru_Davalos_Art

rainydaydecaf:

aquestionofcharacter:

Me writing at age 15: what IF the story was about people KIDNAPPING teenagers and CRUELLY EXPERIMENTING on them and I had a NINE YEAR OLD accidentally KILL A MAN with unharnessed DEADLY PSYCHIC ENERGY

Me writing at age 25: what if a vampire was just a really good dad to his loving family and my characters had a whole conversation with a faerie about human music genres

Me, writing at 35: What if the loving vampire dad ADOPTS the kid who was CRUELLY EXPERIMENTED ON and he goes on a BLOODY RAMPAGE to destroy the evil bad guys before taking the traumatized psychic kid home and giving his new child ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT THAT THIS POOR SWEET KID NEVER GOT BEFORE HE MET HIS NEW VAMPIRE DAD

katergator84:

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Teenage Mabel and Dipper Pines inspired by the (totally not canon 😉) doodle Alex Hirsch and Dana Terrace did on Twitter for a charity drive I think?

Anyway their version of teenage Mabel surprised me and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to draw a punk/goth Mabel! Never would have thought of that but I kinda dig it! 😄

dycefic:

writing-prompt-s:

Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.

Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy because she had no children. She was happy in all other things – her husband was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But she longed for children.

She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and followed all their advice, but no child came.

So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummer’s Eve she went out to the forest, to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into the old well there, and she wished for a child.

“You know,” a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice, a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it together, “that there will be a price to pay later.”

She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. “I know it,” she said, still staring into the well. “And I also know that I may set conditions.”

“That is true,” the creature said, after a moment, and there was less laugh in its voice now. It wasn’t pleased that she knew that. “What condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?”

“That the child will come to no harm,” she said, lifting her head to stare into the woods. “Whether I succeed in paying your price, or passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.”

“Ahhhhh.” The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a hum. “Yes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test there is, it will be for you and you alone.” A long, slender hand extended into her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. “Eat this,” the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes straight ahead. “All of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate, plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You will have what you ask for.”

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Commenting positively on fic like

artgirllullaby:

p1013:

krytella:

Unfamiliar author: wow I loved this!

Author you’ve interacted with before: you killed me, I’m dead

Author who’s your friend: I hate you

Replying to comments on your fic like

unfamiliar commenter: Thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked it!

commenter you’ve seen before: Let me grab my shovel and help you into your grave.

commenter who’s your friend: HAHA BITCH I WARNED YOU

Alternatively:

Readers who don’t know you: I’m so sad

Readers who know you: Why would you do that?!

Your friends: I KNOW WHERE YOU AND YOU FAMILY LIVE BITCH *DOOR BELL RINGS* YOU THOUGHT I WOULDNT COME?!?!?!?

jaubaius:

Australians are really built different though 😬

pinkuchama:

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Do you think they even care about gravity?

roughwaterwriting:

Write one sentence. Let it lead to another. It comes in waves. 

la petite mort - a dracula/barbie fic

thebibliosphere:

calicojackofficial:

dying-suffering-french-stalkers:

howlingmoonrise:

iamstoryfilled:

howlingmoonrise:

yes, that dracula. yes, that barbie.

a crackship taken perhaps a little too seriously.

“Well,” she says, long and drawn out, and from the glint in her eyes he can tell this is some kind of inner joke, kept from him. “I’ve been a diplomat, and a race car driver, and a chef, and an astronaut, and a veterinarian–”

“An astronaut,” he repeats dryly. He wants to call her on her lie - but. But. How strange. There’s no indication of a lie: no rise in temperature, no quickening of her pulse, no change to her eyes, nothing.

She laughs. “You don’t know the half of it.”

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Absolutely LOVED this story! I’d recommend it to everyone. It’s an unusual concept done beautifully. 🤩😍👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

thank you!!!!!! i’m super happy you guys seem to be enjoying my weird little brainchild so much, thank you for taking the time to leave your thoughts!

EVERYONE IS REQUIRED TO READ THIS

@thebibliosphere @dykerory

Uh, Holy Shit I am in love with this.