If you're a fanfiction author and you haven't done this already, start backing up all of your fics on a Google Drive.
When Post+ goes live (it will despite the backlash - Tumblr is owned by Automattic who also owns WordPress), it's going to be mass purge of fandom accounts.
You've probably already seen the posts going around stating that if you make fanworks, you legally cannot monetize (EDIT 2: APPARENTLY THIS IS FALSE. EXPLAINED HERE. Check sources and come to your own conclusions. I've been getting messages with different takes on this.). As soon as the idiots at Automattic realize this (EDIT: actually, they definitely know this), they're going to purge fan creators. Why? Because they're also going to be dealing with lawsuits, not just the creators.
And they can write out all of the rules and terms and warnings they want before a user signs up for Post+, but that isn't gonna stop all of the fandom babies from Wattpad coming in thinking they can make money off of writing fanfiction. So the solution? Shadow banning all people who create for fandoms, driving us into a dark corner, and ultimately kicking us off the platform so it can bring in more outsiders and normies, therefore becoming more appealing to investors and advertisers.
I implore you, please read up on the history of fandoms and the great purges of fan content here and try to tell me that's not where we're headed.
(EDIT 3: What I'm trying to say is, I'm pretty sure that the big men up top want us gone so they can try to make this site profitable. Back your works up. Let your voice be heard. Know your roots as a fan. All hail AO3.)
Well, if it happens, then it will be simply the end of some-piece and my fandom writing career. I really like tumblr and this is the only place I can more or less exist. I don't really know how to use AO3 even if I post there, my works are invisible there, I can't find a way to communicate with readers... Not that they want to communicate there in the first place.
Anyway, make a copy of everything you make and everything you love. Capitalism sooner or later will swallow us all, if we won't burn it first.
Trigger warning: strong wording. Zoro’s like really mean in this. Yandere themes. Death and torture implications, but it doesn’t actually go into detail about it.
It started when we were 16.
At first, I couldn’t understand what was happening. They were my first love.
And I hated it. I had a goal in mind. A schedule to keep so I could reach my dreams as soon as possible.
I wanted to be the best kendo master. Surpass my gym and fight in the big leagues; until everyone knew who I was. Until every person who spat at the homeless boy that would steal just to get by chocked on their tongues. I’d make Koushirou, the owner of the gym that gave me a second chance, proud.
I was on the right track. I didn’t let them stop me.
I’d made it so abundantly clear after they showed their first interest in me.
If that damned Koushiro hadn’t sent me to school to catch up this wouldn’t have happened. But he said that all martial artists were educated.
You must train the mind and soul not just the body.
I knew he’d only taken pity on me because of his recent loss, but as a child that was left for dead on the streets, I’d take any scraps of a̶f̶f̶e̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ human decency I could get.
Them, on the other hand… they wanted all of me. All my baggage and anger.
Being wanted for the first time so genuinely scared me.
I pulled away from them, but their words lingered. Their fading touch stung at the mere thought of them.
That’s how it started.
I rejected them and their feeling. I needed to make it abundantly clear to them with the harshest words... And so, eventually, they moved on.
watching it happen hurt more than I thought it would.
They just moved on from me? Threw me away like garbage?
I hate them.
“No one could ever love you!” I said to them once, “if anyone ever gave you a chance it’ll only be for what your body can do for them.”
“You’re only good for getting someone’s dick wet”
Tears pricked their eyes, and their arms balled into fists.
“Just drop out now and become a whore and save the taxpayers their money!”
They ran away from me that day, but they never approached anyone else after that. They became a recluse. Too self-pitying and cautious to ever accept anyone’s love again.
I drilled into them how worthless they were. How lucky they are whenever anyone gives them the time of day.
It stayed like that for years.
I never let them get too far from me. Even after we’d graduated from the same college that they choose to go to.
constantly under my watch.
It put me at peace knowing that they were there alone.
They got a job and stayed put. Confined in a mental prison I pt them in. Always too scared to reach out and take more than what they thought they deserved.
I left them like that when my kendo matches began making me travel from city to city.
I didn’t expect them to get so chummy with some shit head while I was away. Now I see that bitches can’t be left without their masters or they’ll jump on the first thing they see.
All I had to do was put them back in their place.
Tell them some choice words. Show them how much their little boy toy slept around, and they were back to pitying themselves.
Or at least I thought they were, but it seems it was just a rough patch between them.
He told them some suave bullshit and they fell right for it.
So eager to cling on to love.
that made me finally understand.
Understand that it was time to tighten the leash and bring the bitch home.
And if they were gonna scream and cry as I broke their favorite toy then he could come too.
I’ll lay them bloody in front of each other until they take their eyes off them and put them back on me.
By the time I’m done, it’ll become abundantly clear who they belong to.
Then we can finally throw out that rotting toy and move past this- rough patch-
Summary: Usopp moves to the city after a year since his mom died in a way to feel closer to her. There he looks for a roommate and finds none other than Zoro himself. what fate has in store for them is left for a later date lol
Roommates
Usopp . Zoro
It’s been almost a year since my mom died. She’s been sick for a long time, so I knew this was coming for some time now.
Even so, knowing didn’t stop it from hurting just as much.
Since her funeral, all I’ve done is coop myself up in our house. I’d probably turn into a hermit if it weren’t for my neighbor, Kaya. She came around whenever she had the chance.
That was nice of her considering what she has been going through…
But the more she worried about me, the guiltier I felt.
I know that she can't help but take care of people. Hell, It's why she’s been studying pharmaceutics, but I also know she can do so much more with her life. She could be some big-city doctor or researching to cure cancer!
Wouldn’t that be so much cooler than being stuck in a no-name city, too small to even afford more than the one clinic it has?
In any event, that’s only one of the reasons why I’ve decided to move away for a while. I think some time out of this house would do me some good.
The city that I’m moving to isn’t all that big and a bit further than I’d like it to be, but that’s the point of moving, right?
One way or another, I chose this city because my mom fell in love with it. She used to tell me about how, when she was young, she used to travel all over! She’d seen it all. Every tourist attraction and big-name city, but there was something about this city that just took her breath away. She told me that this place managed to calm her need to be constantly moving. This is also where she got pregnant with me then later she moved back to where she was raised and had me.
As much as she loved it there, she wanted me to go out on my own and find a place that would ‘sate my most wild urges and fuel my deepest desires,’ as cheese-ly as she put it.
At first, I thought she was joking.
I thought that she only liked that place because it’s where she met dad… It’s also why I hated this city.
My father was a coward that ran away as soon as my mom got sick. Though, she never blamed him for it. I never got to as her why, though. Years later, I did ask her if I was right. That she only romanticized this place because she fell in love there. However, she told me that he was only part of the reason why she loved this city so much, and that if I didn’t believe her then I should go find the depth of this city for myself.
I debated with myself for the longest time. Whether this was the right choice, or if I was ready to set foot in the place I used to loath so much. But being here now, I feel so much smaller than I thought I was. I’m nowhere near the heart of the city, but the sheer enormity for this place makes it feel like it’s trying to swallow me whole.
Sure, back home we had a lot of open fields and the horizon was always noticeable, but here the buildings towered over everything. It felt like a tsunami that threatened impact but never collided. The horizon was replaced by millions of stars that fell from the sky and sat just out of reach so that if you got too close thy’d turn into someone else’s day. Someone’s life.
There are so many people here that It almost made it feel lonely. Being surrounded by so many lives yet being so far from them. A mirage in a desert, one could call it. It promises life, but the closer you get the more you realize you could never get close enough.
I guess I was too much of a coward to be as alone as I felt when I first stepped foot here, though, I’ll keep telling myself it’s because the apartments here are too pricey and I only managed to land a job as a gas station attendant. Nevertheless now I’m sitting on the first floor of a fully furnished two-bedroom apartment checking a roommate wanted ad I posted earlier this week.
So far there have been only two people who wanted to move around this area, but one ghosted me after a few messages and the other ended up creeping me out so much that I had to report his account! I just hope the last person that answered my ad isn’t as much of a weirdo as the previous two.
They seem to be a bit curt, but I shouldn’t get too picky. Rent for next month is gonna be due soon, and there is barely anyone who wants to live near this area as is!
I’m sure that they’re nicer in person! I shouldn’t worry. It’s just two days.
Two days.
-2 days later. Thursday 2:30 pm -
When I arrive at the coffee shop, I walk straight to the back of the line. It isn’t that long and I’ve got here thirty minutes early, so I should have time for a drink before they get here.
Should I get something for them too? No, that’d be weird, and it would probably get cold by the time they get here.
The person in front of the line leaves and we all step forward.
Shit.
Someone arrives and lines up behind me.
I didn’t ask for their name! I don’t even know if they’re a boy or a girl!
The next person leaves and we take another step forward.
Is it too late to ask? Would it be weird if I did?
Another step forward
What if they’re a girl? Would they feel uncomfortable living with a guy?
“-ir?”
I did put on the ad I was a dude though…
“-cuse me, sir?”
“Huh?” The barista’s voice brings me back to earth. “Oh, sorry!”
“It’s okay!” her chipper voice rung out, “could you repeat your order? I didn’t quite catch it.”
“O-oh, sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to talk out loud. I was lost in thought, I guess... haha ...” I looked up to their hanging menu, more so to look away from her than to figure out what I wanted.
After putting in my order I take a seat at the very back.
Ten minutes later my drink was ready and my anxiety was rising again.
What if they don’t come?
Five minutes later and I sent them a message to let them know I’m here.
Maybe I could’ve phrased it better?
That sounded weird…?
God, is that a typo?
five minutes later
They haven’t answered, but that’s okay! It’s only been five minutes. Can’t expect them to be by their phone 24/7 right?
I’ll play some games on my phone to distract myself. Yeah, that’ll be fine. It’s fine.
I take a big gulp from my drink
I downloaded that new game. My hopes aren’t high for it, though. I found it via a random Facebook ad. Hopefully, it’s not one of those scams that say 90% of people can’t pass level five, but it’s only ‘cus no one lasts long enough to get to level five.
Hmmm… it seems plays well. A bit of a lag but the graphics are awesome! The old-style, pixelated art and bright, neon, solid colors give it a very retro vibe. The ads between levels kind of ruin the experience, though.
Guess they gotta make money somehow, right?
I wonder if they’ll go away if I turn off my data and Wi-Fi.
I shouldn’t just in case the person I’m meeting tries to reach me.
Could be fine for a round or two, though, I’d anxiously suffer through all of it.
I shouldn’t just in-
A sudden scraping sound from the chair opposite of me jolts me from my hypnotic state. “Hey,” a green-haired man in front of me mutteres before taking the seat he pulled out.
Taking in his form as he makes himself comfortable, my mind begins to race. Green dyed hair with roots of black hair showing. Fitted, sleeveless Nike shirt and black basketball shorts paired with a white pair of sneakers.
Oh, god. What’s with the green hair? He looks super buffed. Am I about to be mugged? No, that’s stupid. He wouldn’t have sat- in a cafe, really?
I quickly glance down at my phone for the time.
Exactly 3. Is he super punctual? More than likely a fluke, but impressive nonetheless. What if he’s a perfectionist?
My thoughts continue to swarm around my head, buzzing in an insatiable mob until a humming silence washes over me. Like one of those box televisions from back in the day. Not broadcasting anything in particular, stuck on a blue screen, droning on in silence.
The sudden stillness in my thoughts came so abruptly that it almost gave me whiplash. That aside, I need to focus now and answer him.
“Hey, sorry I didn’t ask for your name-” I left my statement open so that he could fill in the blank“-Zoro”
“R-right, Zoro. My name’s Usopp,” I waved my hands like the gesticulation would somehow help my words form into a coherent sentence, “but you probably already knew that from my ad... Hah..” I gave a quick huff before pushing through my awkward inexperience with ‘interviews’. “I was thinking we could talk and get to know each other before I take you to see the apartment.”
“That’s fine by me,” Zoro relaxed further in his seat. “What do you wanna know?”
Right at home, ain’t he.
~Do you smoke? “No”
~Are you a messy person? “I don't have a lot of things other than clothes.”
Doesn't quite answer the question but ill take it.
~Do you have friends over often? “No”
~What do you do for a living? “I’m a bouncer at a bar near here.”
Explains the muscle.
~Can you pay rent on time? “Yes, actually I brought the first month’s with me. Your ad said that split cost between the both of us plus the utilities would be $487 right?” Zoro dug around his pocket before pulling out a folded wad of cash and handing it to me.
“U-uh yeah,” tentatively I reach over to take the money. “Yeah...” I doubt I can find someone else by the end of the month. Zoro’s my safest bet at getting a roommate before next rent's due. He doesn’t seem so bad, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.
...I guess this means there’s only one more question to ask.
Everyone's goofy in that crew but she particularly likes to ask very strenuously halfwitted questions
She also likes saying 'germex' bc it irritates law. (He wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't written it down. Now that he knows he can clearly hear it when she says it like 'Ger-mmexs')
Everyone's goofy in that crew but she particularly likes to ask very strenuously halfwitted questions
She also likes saying 'germex' bc it irritates law. (He wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't written it down. Now that he knows he can clearly hear it when she says it like 'Ger-mmexs')
You guys wanna know what my favorite attack from Usopp is? When he goes "Usopp hammer. Usopp hammer. Usopp hammer. Rubber band. Usopp hammer!"
His other attack are SUPER cool too but this one just makes me laugh so much
Imagine Usopp with silly bands (the ones that turn into shapes) up and down his arm and a gigantic comedic paper mache hammer and he just goes to town on someone just 🔨bonk 🔨bonk 🔨 bonk🔨rubber 🔆 band 🔆 to 🔆 the 🔆face 🔨 bonk 🔨
You guys wanna know what my favorite attack from Usopp is? When he goes "Usopp hammer. Usopp hammer. Usopp hammer. Rubber band. Usopp hammer!"
His other attack are SUPER cool too but this one just makes me laugh so much
Imagine Usopp with silly bands (the ones that turn into shapes) up and down his arm and a gigantic comedic paper mache hammer and he just goes to town on someone just 🔨bonk 🔨bonk 🔨 bonk🔨rubber 🔆 band 🔆 to 🔆 the 🔆face 🔨 bonk 🔨
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