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A few days back on AO3 I found an unfinished, two chapter spideypool fanfic that was cute and had lots of potential and was also last updated two years ago. Two whole years! And it had only three comments, all of which on chapter one, none on chapter two. I enjoyed the fanfic, despite it being far, FAR from being finished and the chance of it ever updating again anytime soon was just about zero. So you know what I did?
I wrote a damn comment. On chapter two.
And I made sure that fucker was long and had a small theory of where I think the author would take the fanfic in the future. I let the person behind the fic know that I friggin LOVED the two chapters I got to read! That I would LOVE to see more! That I’d jump out of my skin in happiness and virtually hug them half to death if I saw that they updated it.
Let me remind you this fic wasn’t updated in two YEARS! I was the first to comment on it in a year. And the first to comment on chapter two! And you know what happened today?
I got a reply.
From the author of the fanfic.
And the author said how I gave them life for a project they had loved (still did) and that they were now working on a third chapter.
After two YEARS of not updating. Of not writing. And it makes me so friggin happy seeing what I did. What I caused.
With a single. Damn. Comment.
All that it took for me was to think a bit about what I wanted to tell the author and the comment it. All it took was one comment. And suddenly this person was inspired to continue a fanfic they had abandoned for TWO YEARS!!
I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t be more proud.
Comment on people’s fanfics. No matter how few chapters there are. No matter how many years have passed since their last update. Comment. You like a fanfic? Comment on it. It’s that easy.
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okay i’m gonna say it: fandoms are kinda dying on tumblr, and they’re starving because nobody reblogs anymore.
like… i don’t wanna be that person but be for real?? likes are cute and all but they do nothing for creators. ZERO. NADA. a reblog is literally the oxygen mask keeping this blue hellsite alive. you say you “love” a fic, an edit, a gifset? then BABES… reblog it. boost it. let it breathe.
half the time creators are out here pouring their entire soul, spine, AND three vertebrae into something just for it to get 200 likes and 3 reblogs, two of which are their own. that’s why people stop posting. that’s why fandoms feel empty. content doesn’t magically fall from the sky — it comes from people who feel seen.
and i promise you: reblogging is free. it costs you like 0.2 seconds and suddenly you’re personally responsible for keeping a whole fandom alive. congrats!! so yeah. if you like something? reblog it. scream in the tags. yell. keyboard smash. put sparkles. do whatever. just don’t let creators feel like they’re shouting into a void.
reblogs feed creators. reblogs keep fandoms thriving. reblogs literally save lives (okay maybe not literally but u get it).
support the creators you love !!!!!! or else we’re all gonna be sitting in empty tags like clowns.
things that always make me happy: serial commenters. there are three types
1) reading a longfic chapter by chapter, leaving an increasingly emotional comment on every chapter, descends into keysmashes near the end: outstanding
2) read one fic by accident, clicked the author name, now working steadily through the backlog and commenting on everything, I wake up to an AO3 inbox full of enthusiasm: precious beyond words
3) the longterm serial commenter whose comment begins with I don’t even know this fandom but because they have followed me from somewhere else: stunning. humbling. magical.
these are all *chef’s kiss* and I want to add one more:
4) left a comment a while ago, comes back and leaves another comment on the same fic, telling you that they’re coming back to reread the fic: angels. blessings. lifesavers.
Imagine trying to have a normal Halloween party but all of your guests are REAL monsters that are horny as FUCK.
You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-
You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.
Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.
A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.
Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.
Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.
Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.
You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.
Hopefully next time you’ll actually realize you’re getting pounded by actual monster cock, though.
why you should reblog and support content creators
i’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and became a content creator in 2014/5, so i’ve been here for years and I can confirm that: people barely reblog posts now and it’s becoming an issue. yes content creators make stuff mostly for them, but if we post them it’s so people can see and enjoy it. and this happens when you hit “reblog”
the likes/reblogs ratios is a big disaster. when I first started, the reblogs were like 70% of a post with 30% of likes. now it’s 10% reblogs and 90% likes. likes are good, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t give us visibility.
reblogging = sharing posts to your followers. it’s easy and quick
WHY YOU SHOULD REBLOG
reblogs are important because it motivates people to create stuff and create more
it’s a great way to introduce your followers to a show/an artist/sports. i don’t wanna throw myself flowers but a few of my followers got into motorsport because I was reblogging posts about it (and also creating gifs and edits)
reblogs are a great way to make new friends because your followers/mutuals will see you have stuff in common and it will help to engage a conversation and start a friendship.
content creators spend a lot of time editing and a reblog shows that these hours weren’t lost
reblogging helps us making our work be seen as tumblr’s tags are sometimes broken and they don’t appear in tags
it encourages people to create more and. i’m posting graphics and reblogs are encouraging me to keep posting them and creating more
top bonus is when you leave nice stuff in the tags. we see them and we love it and we love you
reblog because it’s free and the button exists for a reason
there is many more reasons but i won’t spam you
WHY YOU SHOULD SUPPORT CONTENT CREATORS
we are nice
we provide stuff for free
we take requests and make stuff you ask for
we share our resources: colorings, writing tips, where to get pictures, where to get fonts, tutorials, links for softwares
because we struggle a lot with tumblr’s tags
because people are sometimes rude to us and send rude asks (ex: writers - to publish their writings sooner)
because our work is being stolen by people claiming it’s theirs
because our work is being reposted on other social medias without asking us and crediting
i’m not pointing a gun to your face screaming “REBLOG”, i’m just telling you that if you like a post, you should think about reblogging it so your followers can see it and you’ll make one person happy <3
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a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.
-> Synopsis: Final part of Blood Rush - You swore you’d never see Han Jisung again. Your plan was to focus on your studies and enjoy your normal college life. However, one phone call changes everything, dragging you back into the chaos you tried to escape.
-> Warning tags: Physical injury, Blood and Violence, Death/Murder, Toxic Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content (unprotected sex, creampie, begging, oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, teasing, biting, edging, deep penetration, blood kink?).
⚠︎ I do not permit any form of copying, translation, or reposting. Please reblog if you want to share it. This work is only appropriate for adults over the age of 18. Ageless/blank blogs will be blocked.
Author's note: Hi! I accidentally deleted the original post, sorry about that! I've reposted it <3 sorry again
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You open your eyes as he drives the car through a dense forest. The pain has subsided. You touch your shoulder; there’s blood and a superficial cut. The bullet barely grazed you. It was the shock that made you pass out.
You sigh, relieved.
“Never do that again. Don’t ever take a bullet for me again.” His eyes are red, and he's breathing heavily.
A spark of anger ignites inside you.
You want to say so much. Part of you wants to be mad—mad that he put you in this mess, that your life is over, so why should you care about staying alive? Another, more reasonable part is pissed because he has put you in danger so many times before, but now that he sees the consequences firsthand, he suddenly cares. And then there’s the other part, the lost one, the one who knows there’s no way back to the road you drove. That part wants to tell him you'd let him use you in every inexplicable way if it meant he’d be safe.
But all that comes out is, “Who shot me? It wasn’t a cop.”
Jisung glances at you, presses his lips together, and sighs.
“Hyunjin messed with the wrong people. They're coming for all of us.”
You can’t help it; a chuckle escapes. “So, cops and potentially the Nightshade are after us,” you say, meeting his stare for a brief moment. “You’ll be the death of me.”
And as he looks back at the road, you see it; the same expression from that night. The apologetic gaze, regret etched into every corner of his face.
It infuriates you.
Because he knows he’s pulling you down with him. Drowning you with him. Just like last time.
His grip tightens on the steering wheel, his heavy breathing the only sound for the rest of the ride.
Blood was all over you. Tears kept falling as Jisung talked with Chris.
It was supposed to be Jisung. He should have pulled the trigger. Not you.
Jisung shouldn't have stolen from people smarter than him. He was not ready to deal with the head of a rival gang. He would have died if you hadn't gotten the gun and shot the man in the chest.
The dead body was still in the kitchen.
Want to keep reading? You can check it out on my AO3—just click this link to continue: use me 🖤
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Hi everyone! I hope you're all doing well and taking care of yourselves.
I wanted to share that I’ll be going on a two-year hiatus. Life’s gotten quite busy, as I’m focusing on my master’s degree and balancing work responsibilities. It’s a lot to keep up with, and I need to prioritize my health and studies for now.
Thank you all so much for your love, kindness, and encouragement during these two years I’ve been around! It truly means the world to me.
-> Synopsis: Final part of Blood Rush - You swore you’d never see Han Jisung again. Your plan was to focus on your studies and enjoy your normal college life. However, one phone call changes everything, dragging you back into the chaos you tried to escape.
-> Warning tags: Physical injury, Blood and Violence, Death/Murder, Toxic Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content (unprotected sex, creampie, begging, oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, teasing, biting, edging, deep penetration, slight blood play).
⚠︎ I do not permit any form of copying, translation, or reposting. Please reblog if you want to share it. This work is only appropriate for adults over the age of 18. Ageless/blank blogs will be blocked.
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You open your eyes as he drives the car through a dense forest. The pain has subsided. You touch your shoulder; there’s blood and a superficial cut. The bullet barely grazed you. It was the shock that made you pass out.
You sigh, relieved.
“Never do that again. Don’t ever take a bullet for me again.” His eyes are red, and he's breathing heavily.
A spark of anger ignites inside you.
You want to say so much. Part of you wants to be mad—mad that he put you in this mess, that your life is over, so why should you care about staying alive? Another, more reasonable part is pissed because he has put you in danger so many times before, but now that he sees the consequences firsthand, he suddenly cares. And then there’s the other part, the lost one, the one who knows there’s no way back to the road you drove. That part wants to tell him you'd let him use you in every inexplicable way if it meant he’d be safe.
But all that comes out is, “Who shot me? It wasn’t a cop.”
Jisung glances at you, presses his lips together, and sighs.
“Hyunjin messed with the wrong people. They're coming for all of us.”
You can’t help it; a chuckle escapes. “So, cops and potentially the Nightshade are after us,” you say, meeting his stare for a brief moment. “You’ll be the death of me.”
And as he looks back at the road, you see it; the same expression from that night. The apologetic gaze, regret etched into every corner of his face.
It infuriates you.
Because he knows he’s pulling you down with him. Drowning you with him. Just like last time.
His grip tightens on the steering wheel, his heavy breathing the only sound for the rest of the ride.
Blood was all over you. Tears kept falling as Jisung talked with Chris.
It was supposed to be Jisung. He should have pulled the trigger. Not you.
Jisung shouldn't have stolen from people smarter than him. He was not ready to deal with the head of a rival gang. He would have died if you hadn't gotten the gun and shot the man in the chest.
The dead body was still in the kitchen.
Want to keep reading? You can check it out on my AO3—just click this link to continue: use me 🖤
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Author's note: Hi! I hope you liked this story. English is my second language, so please excuse my errors. Constructive feedback is always appreciated! I do not permit any form of copying, translation, or reposting of my work.
Did you enjoy this? If so, please reblog it. Thank you for reading! Sending love 💕