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this is sort of pathetic, but when you were younger, you were sort of puzzled by the cartoon representations of fathers: how a kid would be outside with a mitt, waiting to play catch.
it's not that your father never played catch with you, but you also didn't like when he did. something about a hard ball coming quickly towards your face doesn't seem exciting. not that you'd ever say you don't trust him. you trust him, right?
it's not like he never tried to teach you anything. or never tried to parent. on rare days, a strange person would walk in your father's skin. bright, happy, magnificent. this version of your father was so cheerful and charismatic that you would do anything to keep him. and this is the version of your father that would laugh and gently coax you try again. this is the version of your father that would break down the small elements of a problem and point them out so you have an easier time with them.
as a kid, those days happened more often. but somewhere around 11, you started being too much of a person, and he was often cross about it. when he'd try to sit you down to learn something, you spent the whole time with your shoulders around your ears, nervous, uncertain. terrified because you didn't immediately understand how to navigate something. worried you will run out of his goodwill and then you will have the Other Father back, and you will have ruined a good day for your entire family. something about you being visibly afraid - it just made him angry. he would accuse you of not wanting to learn and storm away.
on tv, it's not like there's a lot of versions of men-who-are-mostly-fathers. they can be good dads, but usually their stories are not told in the household. so it's normal that your father is there, but he's never around. you know he was in the house, somewhere, it's just not that you guys ever... "hung out". he just seemed to get kind of bored of you, annoyed you weren't made in his perfect image. frustrated with how much energy it took to raise a kid. over time, you kind of adopt a bittersweet band around your throat - he knows nothing about me. he says at least i never abandoned my family.
and it's technically - technically - true. he was there for you. sometimes he even made an effort and made it to the big moments; the graduations and the dance recitals. he grins and tells everyone that he taught you. it almost erases the days in between, where he complains because you need a ride to school. the weeks that go by where he doesn't actually ever speak to you. the times you say i am struggling and he says figure it out on your own. i can't help you.
and that's fine! that's all fine. you can call him if you are having a problem with your car. or if you need a ride to the hospital. he loves playing hero, he just doesn't like the actual work that comes with being a father. and you've kind of made your peace with that; because you had to, because you don't want to live your life like he does; the whole world at a managed distance, a little rotating and controlled orb he can witness and take credit for but never truly love.
as an adult, you are rewatching some dumb cartoon - and again, the child standing in the rain, with a mitt, waiting for their father to come play catch. as an adult, there's this strange creeping dread - this little thing? this little thing, and their dad can't even show up for that? oh god, holyshit, it's not about the mitt, is it. oh god, holyshit, your father spent most of your life leaving you hanging.
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Please Iâm begging for Thoma and Scaramouche w a Christmas hat I have three dollars
oh my god i didn't realize people were still using those skfdjng
i'll update the christmas hat saga soon if i can find the old resources i used even though it's past christmas
ĐĐŸĐșŃĐŸŃĐžŃĐșа.
Its wednesday my dudes
How does this corruption work? It seems to be something a kin to zombifcation and effects immortals. It seems like the cursed blood clot from Dvalin and I'm guessing this conversation with Morax and Guizhong around the time Khaenri'ah released the enemies of the current game.
mmm well the game seems to mention "corruption" a lot, but it doesn't always appear to be from the same sourceâ for example, it's not clear whether what corrupted the yakshas is the same as what corrupted durin (and by extension dvalin).
we do know from discussion about azhdaha that there is inevitable "erosion" with gods; from xiao, we're told that anyone who lives too long will inevitably grow corrupt, and he will have to kill them. so while i don't really have anything concrete in-fic, the general idea is that all gods slowly become consumed and corrupted by some inevitable, looming insanity. some are just weaker to it than others.
(it's not zombification lol, she just went feral bc she lost her mind.)
the conversation with morax and guizhong took place somewhere toward the end of the archon war. the war with khaenri'ah came long after guizhong's death.
hope this helped ^^
May I ask questions about your night jasmine universe/ flower-like dream fic?
yeah of course!! i love being asked about my work đ„°đ„°
Oh to be a body, decaying in the woods, over taken by the local flora and fauna, stumbled upon when I'm only a set of dirty mossy bones
Every year⊠Every damn yearâŠ
Tags like this are the reason I tend to donate extra to AO3 when I can afford to.
Honestly, I donât even care if people I know donate. AO3 is designed so that a few generous patrons can make a nice thing exist for everyone⊠But holy shit do I wish tumblr would learn how websites and companies work because it is important to know what motivates them.
On AO3, MORE TRAFFIC IS NOT BETTER HOLYFUCK. Thatâs only true when traffic = more ad revenue or a better pitch to venture capitalists or something.
Ao3 is literally a nonprofit, kids.
to clarify, rather than scold: The Archive Of Our Own is a nonprofit organization that runs an archive of fanfiction, specifically for the purposes of recording and maintaining all fanfics uploaded to it. it was founded after livejournal and fanfiction.net repeatedly deleted queer and âproblematicâ fanfics in order to please advertisers and keep getting ad revenue. for decades, fandom was at the mercy of corporations who repeatedly deletedâwith little warning and no mercyâwhatever platforms were used to host fanfiction, especially dark, queer, kinky, and immoral fanfiction that would annoy corporate interests or scare off investors or offend advertisers.
AO3 is specifically relies on donations, rather than ad revenue, because it is the Archive Of Our Own, and is not answerable to any political agenda other than protecting and maintaining, again, all the fanfiction uploaded to it. there are checks and balances, and thereâs a governing board, and theyâre all dead serious about making sure that the archive endures any attempts by outside parties to censor or remove its content, no matter how abhorrent that content is.
the archive is an archive, not a social network or a platform. it hosts content and it serves that content to users in an efficient wayâhence the phenomenal tag systemâbut it is meant to safeguard writers and their writing, not to profit from its users. it literally canât profit off of its users or monetize their interactions in any way, just by virtue of its own structure: all money given to a nonprofit goes towards furthering that organizationâs mission.
see, when a company or corporation makes money, it pays for labor and upkeep and then the guys that own the company keep the rest of the money, and thatâs profit. when a nonprofit makes money, it pays for labor and upkeep and then if it has extra, it reinvests in various ways, like building new things or improving old things, or it saves the money for future labor and upkeep it might need.
the archive cares that users are able to control their own experiences of it, and filter out the stuff they donât want to see. they care that users are protected from harassment. but they donât profit from usersâ engagement with the site, so they donât do anything to encourage traffic the way a for-profit site thatâs monetized engagement has.
hopefully this explanation helps someone.
tl;dr, a non-profit archive canât profit from traffic the way for-profit social networks do, so it doesnât care about you in a completely different way.
i condone and support every single vile deed my problematic faves have done. not only that i think they should have done bigger and worse atrocities than already committed. i think that would have been funny
Just want to say Iâm liking the flower-like dream! Thank you for providing to the very dry corner of zhongxiao nation!đđœ áŠăâĄâč)ăâĄ
Have a great day/night!
no thank u for reading!!
hopefully the corner will be much fuller once iâm done with it.... this isnât the only fic i have planned for zhongxiao :)))
a pseudo-vampire au to offer the gacha gods and pray for xiao to come home
read it on ao3!
I will not take any criticism on this