What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little wriggler? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Alternian Seabarkers, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Ternia, and I have over 300 confirmed culls. I am trained in knucklewalker warfare and I’m the top sniperadicator in the entire Imperial armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Alternia, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over Prongle? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of laughsassins across the Lawnrings and your Trollhandle is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, grub. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, wriggler. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare prong. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Alternian Imperial Armed Forces and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the stemcluster, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking chagrin tunnel. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, grubbo.
i see dirk biting into an orange and raise you dirk trying and failing to carefully use the point of his katana to start the lil strip of peel you need to peel an orange
undertale ost still goes hard dont pretend it doesnt
this one time i had to rush like 3 essays in a day so i listened to bonetrousle on repeat for probably close to 12 hours to make sure i kept up pace and, you know what, it worked
just in case you’re wondering what i’m talking about:
13%, 21%, a whooping 30%, 15%, 21% again. and those are the stories that do well.
it’s almost like tumblr has a reblog button you could USE
LIKE IT? REBLOG IT!
it’s not fucking difficult.
also i love how i gotta make these posts practically every time after i publish something.
look, i don’t give a fuck about money. i’m writing fic for fun. if you wanna throw a billion dollars at me, sure, you do you.
but literally all i want, all we all want, is for our stuff to be acknowledged. spread. REBLOGGED.
because obviously you read it and liked it, right?
so now all you have to do is hit that little button. it looks a little like this
and then that’s that.
or, on ao3, you write “i really liked this! thank you for sharing!”. and that’s that.
it takes absolutely ZERO EFFORT, and it makes you happy (because you liked what you just read) and it makes us happy (because our work can get potentially more readers), and everyone is happy.
and instead, there’s likes all around.
and likes are a little like seeing someone having their arms full with things and they drop their keys and you walk past and say “hey dude, i hope that works out for you!”
writers spend hours, even days and weeks or months on fics, pouring ourselves into it, forgoing sleep and food sometimes just to finish something because we hope you’ll like it.
and we get a litte ❤️ for our troubles and that’s it.
and especially when you get statistics like above – 42 likes and 9 reblogs – it feels like a kick to the face.
if every writer only wrote for themselves (”as you’re supposed to do uwu”), there wouldn’t be a single fic out there, because we’d keep all the fics. but we write for our audience too, hoping we’ll hear back, hoping people will spread our fics, “hey, look at this cool thing i read!”.
and that doesn’t happen.
so you start thinking “hey, maybe i shouldn’t publish this. it’s bad anyways, right? and it doesn’t make a difference if i do. it’s not like anyone cares.”
how many thousands and thousands of words for your favorite ship do you think are out there, saved on hard drives by authors who’ve given up wishing to publish their things, because “nobody cares.”
reblogging and commenting seems to be at an all time low at the moment. and you know what happens when you, the supplier, feel like there’s no demand out there?
you stop supplying.
because nobody cares enough to want to share it.
“thoughts and prayers with your fic! it was so good!” that’s what the like button means, to make an extreme comparison here.
i really like hemospectrum flip things, especially Hemostuck were the entire social order is switched; but Kanaya always seems to be stuck in the middle
so one day i was like WHAT IF
YOU TOOK THE HEMOSPECTRUM AND JUST
FLIPPED IT ON ITS SIDE
AND TOOK JADE BLOOD AND JUST
PULLED IT UP
like so
kanayaistopdog.png
Eridan is at the same level as Aradia here
Feferi is the once-a-generation, lowest-of-the-low mutant; Karkat is the much rarer, only-happened-like-a-handful-of-times-in-history mutant (his blood color is taken as an omen of immense change coming)
because of reasons, Jade bloods are in control (runnin around in the sun and junk)
Kanaya is the Heir Apparent, caretaker of the Mother Grub, head of the Jade Court in the Palace of the Sun (or something like that)
her weapon is a double sided chainsaw staff
she still loves fashion; here, her personal tastes dictate the taste of the court, and by extension influence the current generation
HOLY FUCK THIS IS FUN
i’m gonna draw more of her dresses, and then the other trolls 😀
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