Just a person in their mid 20s who enjoys writing.
@izombie-ao3
27 || 🇦🇷 || BLOG +18 🔞 MDNI ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── My AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/iZombi/works Main blog: My main blog: https://www.tumblr.com/itsjustalittlevampire
Sometimes having an OC is like "this character is an outlet for my insecurity and trauma" and sometimes it's like "this character is an outlet for my love of vampires :)". Sometimes it's both
Sometimes you think it's "this character is an outlet for my love and nothing more :)" and then you look it over later like "shit. product of the deepest depths of my soul again"
Things don't have to happen on the tumblr dash to be considered "canon" for your OCs/Muses--DMs/alternative social media interactions can also be valid
Introductory threads aren't MANDATORY
Timelines who??? More like who CARES, jump around if you want to
You can reclaim depictions of "Canon" characters that you don't like/agree with and make them your own
Headcanon whatever the hell you want
Embellish whatever you want
You are allowed to soft block/block people on your dash that just don't vibe with your style--it's YOUR dash, curate it how YOU want it to be
On the other side of that, don't take offense/take it personally if someone blocks you. That's their right just as much as it is yours.
Feel free to reblog/add any other points you'd like
unpopular opinion probably but I actually like that ao3 doesn’t let people take back their kudos.
unlike social media platforms (which ao3 is not) where people unlike stuff whenever they think or find out the original posters’ moral compass doesn’t perfectly align with their own’s or whatever, and “likes” can be taken back at any time, ao3 treats kudos as something sacred. once you give it, it’s the author’s to keep forever.
read this thread. this is by far the most concise explanation of a lot of different issues that i’ve seen in fandom spaces in a while. cosigning both the linked thread and the thread about aus/uk/can law that’s linked in-thread.
If someone has never taken a class that includes copyright law, they may not know this stuff, so I don’t necessarily blame random people for not knowing what copyright is, but like… maybe just maybe it’s something that should be taught????
Just another reminder, because this always drives me crazy, but even if monetizing your fic was 100% unambiguously legal and protected, AO3 would still not let you do it because AO3 was founded and is supported by people like me who want a fandom community that is completely divested from making money off of fic.
Yes, this. Lots of fanworks on AO3 are unambiguously legal. Fics based on Shakespeare plays and fairy tales and Greek mythology and The Great Gatsby and your original character from your D&D game are not violations of copyright, because no copyright applies to those things.
AO3 still doesn’t let you monetize those things on the site, because we don’t want the site to be commercial! Because that’s not what it’s for!
It’s not there for you (generic you) to make money off the efforts of the people who build and maintain the site for free! We aren’t getting paid for the work we do to give you a nice site to use, just like you aren’t getting paid for the work you do to create whatever art you share there. Because fandom is supposed to be a community where we share with each other, and therefore we all benefit.
The deal is, we give you a free, stable, safe platform to host your works. In exchange, you get a site that isn’t covered in ads and tip jars and links to gofundme and “read the next chapter at my patreon”. You get one goddamn place on the internet that isn’t trying to make money off you. And we will defend that space and keep it non-commercial.
If you want to make money off your fics, you can instead post them somewhere like royal Road. “Oh, but Royal Road’s culture is so much more negative and stressful and lacks the supportive norms of AO3!” Yeah, because people are trying to make money there. Half the userbase is treating it as a storefront and hustling is the natural social consequence of that. AO3’s culture can only exist because it’s not commercial.
I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.
Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.
Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.
Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.
SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.
SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.
Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.
Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.
Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.
Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.
Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.
mothers and fuckers of the jury. "Dead dove: do not eat" is a label on a bag in the fridge. It means "the content of this bag is exactly what is labeled". It does not mean "trigger warning uhhh something". In fact, it means the exact opposite of "trigger warning uhhh something", because you use it with other tags. You write a fucked up fic with extreme violence and gore, you tag it as "extreme violence", "gore" and you tag it with "dead dove: do not eat". You write a fic with emotional abuse, gaslighting and manipulation, you tag it with "emotional abuse", "gaslighting" and "dead dove: do not eat". You write a fic with your extremely niche kink that appeals to like 3 other people and may skeeve out the rest of the fandom, you tag that with your kink and "dead dove: do not eat". It's so people know you really mean the content warnings.
It's NOT a catch-all term for "uhhh this may be fucked idk". TAG YOUR SHIT GENEROUSLY.
thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3
Considering the fact my interest and old hyperfixation for Record of Ragnarok (RoR) is returning, I’m considering making more fan content of it featuring my blorbos
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"When you join the Nostromo’s crew, you expect monotony, isolation, and the dull ache of surviving one day to the next.
You don’t expect him.
Ash, the ship’s pristine Science Officer; precise, unreadable, and far too observant - takes an interest in you that is neither standard protocol nor easily explained. His efficiency borders on intimacy; his curiosity cuts deeper than comfort. And every time he looks at you, something in him falters, recalibrates… lingers.
In the quiet machinery of deep space, an unexpected connection forms - dangerous, delicate, and entirely against regulation.
Whether it will save you or consume you is another question entirely."
Word count: 1,246 and counting (+)
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Ash (Alien Series)/Reader, Ash (Alien Series)Reader, Reader's pronouns are YOU/YOUR and THEY/THEM, AFAB reader - Freeform, Non-binary Reader - Freeform, Reader is depressed, Depression, suicidal ideation/thought, Slow Burn, slow burn if you squint reeeaallly hard, Shameless Smu, tExplicit Sexual Content, strangers to coworkers to lovers speedrun, mild dead dove content, Self-Indulgent, obsession turned into real love.
Chapters: 1 of ???
Status: Ongoing
Chapter 1: A Fated Meeting
Chapter Text
When you join the Nostromo’s crew, you expect monotony, isolation, and the dull ache of surviving one day to the next.
You don’t expect him.
"You" he says, voice low and seemingly judgmental almost as if he doesn't even bother to meet your gaze, the man seems practically married to his work. You might as well not even exist to him. You're standing there, meek and quiet like that of a mouse as you feel every fiber of your soul and very being exposed for him to criticize to his heart's content. You pray he’ll spare you from that iron-clad will of his, the one you can feel simmering just beneath the surface.
“I am Ash-...”
Ash, the ship’s pristine Science Officer—precise, unreadable, and far too observant.
“-...Come inside..” he motions for you to step foot inside of the med bay, he’s standing beside a small terminal, its light reflecting off onto him, casting harsh shadows on his already unreadable expression. You thought the man hated you merely for existing, given his otherwise indifference to your existence. “Hovering in doorways is efficient, and frankly, it disrupts the flow of the ship..” he notes. “I assume you’re already familiarized with the safety documentation and operation protocols?” There's a pause, a beat of silence after he speaks which he extends for you to reply.
However, you flounder, mouth opening and closing multiple times with nothing leaving your lips. You eventually settle for shaking your head, “Uhm.. n-..n-no, sir.”
“No? Mm.” He sighs, as though this is all tiresome to him, “Then that will be our first priority.” He stretches slightly, you watch him crack his neck. “Now then, let’s get a clearer look at you before we begin. It’s important I understand who I’ll be working with…” Finally he looks up from his work, lifting his gaze long enough to take the sight of you. He pauses briefly, barely perceptible as he watches you. His eyes study you with analytical precision, only this time, something else flickers behind them. It's obvious he’s taken an interest in you that is neither standard protocol nor easily explained from the way his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than what should be company appropriate....
//A sketch for 'the Deal' fanfic. Happens right after Olgierd signs the blood pact with Gaunter O'Dimm.
A sharp, stinging pain pierced his cheek. The air filled with the acrid stench of scorched skin, crawling into his nostrils.
Olgierd flinched, his hand jerking to his cheek, but the pain faded as quickly as it had come, leaving behind an itchy sensation that clearly traced the shape of the scar. As confirmation, his fingers met raw, burning grooves — a sigil carved deep into his skin.
“What… what is this?” He snatched up a shard of mirror, looking at himself. The distorted symbol glared back at him: curved lines and circles with cruel cuts, a twisted brand with unfamiliar symbols etched into his face.
“You bastard, what have you done?! Why? Why this mark?”
Gaunter O’Dimm only smiled faintly.
“Nothing more than a little reminder. So you won’t forget me.”
“Arghh, what the hell!” The thought of being branded as an animal, a slave?! People would stare, ask questions… He growled. “We made a deal, but that doesn’t mean I should carry your damned mark on my face!”
A dark stare was his only answer, empty of emotion.
“Remove it,” Olgierd snarled through clenched teeth. He leaned in, grabbing Gaunter's collar.
O’Dimm cocked his head, calm, almost amused.
“I do not obey demands. I only fulfill wishes. So tell me… is this what you truly wish for?”
“Yes.” He grimaced… He suddenly felt disgusted of that word; too many wishes had already been spoken, but one more wouldn’t hurt.
“If that is your wish…” O’Dimm’s hand glided gently across his cheek. The mark dissolved, as if it had never been. Relief barely had time to rise when O’Dimm pressed his palm to Olgierd’s chest.
Agony exploded through him — his heart seemed to tear apart in flames. A copper tang flooded his mouth, and with it came the stifling reek of iron and rot, as though his very blood were smoldering inside him. He would have fallen if O’Dimm had not supported him by the waist, so now his grip on the leather collar was not threatening but clinging. He staggered, choking for breath, glancing down at his chest in horror: O’Dimm’s hand was inside, sunk past flesh and bone. Fingers moved on the surface of his heart, stroking it, causing almost impossible pain deep within. On the edge of this sensation was something dark and glowing, drawing Olgierd to let go of resistance and dissolve in this agony. Then everything ended, leaving only emptiness behind.
“What… what did you do to me?” His voice cracked, hoarse. Olgierd found himself almost lying on the ground, O’Dimm kneeling, still holding his back.
Gaunter leaned in, eyes gleaming.
“I merely hid my mark. No one will see it now. But it remains, here.” He tapped lightly against Olgierd’s chest, exactly where his hand had passed through. “It will remind you… so you’ll never forget our bargain. Well then… satisfied?”