Sorry if this bad to ask or if this is any trouble and if you don’t mind me asking did you delete your parfies wing clipping art? If so why if you don’t mind me asking, sorry if this is rude or annoying or bad I didn’t mean it to be, sorry again for the trouble! Have a nice day and honestly you don’t have to give answer if you don’t want to, sorry again!
It's okay anon. I got this a lot, that Wifrrot art got too famous and got reposted again and again and again making it spread to the other social media where ccs are active.
Even though I did try to message the reposter to take the thing down, they ignore my messages and continue to let the image spread.
The rage I feel anon oof let me tell you 💀 I literally pull out my hair. They goes "this was only here for reference purposes only, and will take it down if it was causing any controversy" as the post gains 300 comments of bb and bw fighting each other. And they make it sound like it was their art imma kms
(side note, y'all should send question and req on my Strawpage unless it's NSFW cause I have decided that this acc gonna be my gallery, ty!)
Reiji, what kind of woman attract you phisically and mentally? And she has to be a human or necessarily a creature of the night like a vampire or a witch? (?)
Reiji: „She has to be human. My preference is the blood of a human virgin. Personality wise she must be very intelligent, loyal, trustworthy, obedient, patient, polite, quiet and calm, organized and clean. She has to have good manners, otherwise I will lead her to strict training until she is perfect. A neat appearance is a must, she should be shorter than me as well.“
preferred race: humans, witch might be also okay
physical appearance: smaller than him, healthy, not too chuuby and not too skinny, neat, long loose hair, doesn’t care for colour very much; otherwise doesn’t care much for the appearance as long as you’re healthy
so... if you're anti-piracy, what makes writing fanfiction okay? you're violating the creator's copyright, after all
Well I think there's an unspoken agreement between fanfiction writers and readers that the piece of writing they're making isn't original and should be additionally credited to someone else besides the author or artist because without them that work wouldn't exist. But that's what those tags are for right? Additionally people leave stuff in the notes or in descriptions on their works attributing the authors. There was no theft. You have made something with your own time and practice, it just came from someone else's work (as inspiration or whatever idk what the proper term would be).
Besides, there's been lots of questions about the legality of fanfic for this exact reason. But they've been addressed which is why I don't understand why you're asking me. (Unless of course you're trying to back me into a corner of some kind 🤨). I mean there's a lot of technicalities. The main thing is though: Most authors don't care (especially because fanwork is honestly just advertisment if you think about it), there's not a money issue (as long as people aren't selling it) because it's not the original work, and also some books don't even have copyright anymore because they're so old. So, it actually depends on the fanfiction itself and what you're writing about.
Anyways, for people who see this and are genuinely curious about the legality of fanfiction, and because I like to cite my sources, here's some stuff on it: An attorney's guide to what is and is not legal when it comes to fanfiction, another attorney discussing fair use and what would keep you from getting sued (+examples of fanfics that became books), public domain books (US), some more explanation of how books come into public domain, Some authors who don't like fanfiction, other authors opinions on fanfiction (and some who write fanfic themselves).
Hope this helped, anon.
(If anyone sees this and you're going to send a hate anon, don't bother I won't answer it <3 Feel free to send genuine inquiry though I don't mind as long as things stay chill).
Talking about Luca's riding style being like Vale's, I feel the tall riders often ride in the same way (this random ask brought to you by me struggling to describe Vale's riding style to someone recently - like Marc's clearly a dirt biker, Jorge rides like he's on rails, Dani's super consistent and smooth, and Vale's... tall, lol)
I don't agree with you. Vale has changed hos riding style so much during the years that I'm sure young Vale will not ride like Luca.
But I'm going to agree with you in the sense that tall riders all have the same struggles to fit in the bike and their moviments are much more visible than other. Like you will spot easier a tall rider throwing his leg rather than a short one, like Jorge Martín. He just kicks the air, but it's more difficult to spot.
Also riding style is much more than that. It's about how you sit and move around the bike. It's about how you lean on the bike and stay closer or you separate yourself. I do know that Luca is a rider who *usually* makes tyres last longe, while Vale used to struggle with this and the Yamaha. it could be a bike related thing, but Luca also did that in Moto2.
I think they have some similarities, but at he same time they don't. Vale is a pretty aggressive and chaotic rider on track. He does well on groups and body-to-body fights while Luca seems to be the opposite. Sorry I'm not well versed on this.
Dani is not as consistent as it seemed, he just never overdid it. Jorge was the consistent rider, for good or for bad. Also I think Marc is more like Vale (and Brad) in that aspect, while Luca (and Rins are) is more like Jorge or Dani on that, having always the same lines and just focussing on what they need to do
Thank you! I’m already annoyed with the “I’m not interested in it but here I am in the KinnPorsche tag.” Of course because no one would interact with them otherwise. Can’t even follow tag etiquette by tagging it “anti” because they crave attention.
right? They are ridiculous af. Probably some teenager or someone who still didn't learn the concept of not watching something if u don't agree with what u see there. Some ppl probably didn't even read the novel, just watched the trailers and teasers, and don't have any idea of how problematic it is and are gonna whine on the tag anyway. BUT I'LL COME FOR THEIR THROATS BC BITCH I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING, DON'T PROVOKE ME. I'd read each chapter, each special, I followed the actors' fight to bring this show to life. THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW THOSE MEN TRIED SO HARD TO BRING KINNPORSCHE BACK FROM FILMANIA'S FIASCO. SO, NO, I WON't ALLOW PPL WITH THE HEAD OF A WHINING 5 YEARS OLD CHILD TAKE AWAY MY FUN WITH KP.
Hi, can I request something for our boy John? Where he has a nightmare or something angsty and radios Rook who's like "hang on bby im on my way" and just sneaks into the ranch to comfort him? I don't know, I'm in a soft mood and wanna hug someone... also I love your blog, you're amazing and so is your writing just
Come to Me
wc: ~1,000
sorry these have all been shorter as of late! i’m currently on a five day migraine spree. i have a ko-fi and take commissions!
It wasn’t normal for Rook to sleep soundly through the night with all the explosions and gunfire that shook Hope County to its core. She needed to be able to defend herself at a moment’s notice in case any of the cult members stumble upon her resting spot.
That didn’t stop her from grumbling and slapping the ground around her for her radio as she heard it crackling in her sleep. The first time she heard her name echo against the empty confines of the cabin she had decided to spend the night in, she ignored it. Then she heard her name being called over and over and over.
Finally, her fingers wrapped around her radio and she dragged it to her face, but before she could press the button and start barking into the speaker, she heard the voice again.
“Rook, if you can hear this…I need you.” The deputy’s breath caught in her throat as she felt her heart squeeze. Normally at this time of night, there was a sultry, predatory note to John’s voice, but right now his voice was small and his words were slow.
She was wide awake and already struggling to shimmy out of her sleeping bag as fast as her tired body would move. John was prone to whining and crooning to get what he wanted from the deputy, but this sounded different. He sounded vulnerable.
“I’m here, I’m here. Are you okay? Where are you?” Rook spoke in a soft voice, trying to keep the pitch from spiking too much and alerting him to her worry. Since John and Rook had gotten closer the last few weeks he’d developed a system of how to gauge whether he should worry or not: if Rook was worried, it was going to be a shitstorm.
“I’m at the ranch, I couldn’t sleep. I-are you…are you in the valley? I wanted to give you your space so I didn’t keep too close of an eye on you today.” Rook could imagine John laying in bed with his radio next to his cheek and the blankets pulled up to his chin.
“I wondered why my radio was awfully silent today, but I had figured you were just busy with things,” Rook would pause between sentence fragments as she focused on packing her things up and talking to John at the same time. “I’ll be there soon, okay? Just hold on.”
Once Rook had her belongings stashed in the bed of a Peggie truck she’d found on the side of the road, she sped off towards the Seed Ranch. Considering the speed limit wasn’t being enforced by the local law enforcement (namely herself), it didn’t take her long to get to John.
She had to park her car down the street a ways so that she didn’t alert the cult to her presence. It wasn’t often that Rook could just waltz up to the ranch without being shot at, but those were usually days that she needed John’s comfort. Otherwise, he found it rather impressive that he couldn’t see her coming.
Rook crouched and walked through the tree line as quietly as she could, only having to render two cultists unconscious before reaching the back door of the ranch house.
The lights were off when she closed the back door behind her, but she figured if John wasn’t downstairs and waiting for her then he was still in his room.
She walked with heavy footsteps through the house so that she didn’t alarm John and send him into a frenzy of panic when he had already sounded so upset. Rook was about to knock on his bedroom door when it was flung open and she was pulled into a bone-crushing hug.
His arms were around her shoulders and his hands were in her hair and on the back of her neck. Rook was taken by surprise so she’d had to resist the urge to fight her way out of his grasp, but she focused on John’s heavy breathing and it was easy for her to calm down.
“You’re okay, John. You’re going to be alright.” Her arms came up around his waist as she rubbed circled against the small of his back. His grip was tight but not suffocatingly so. The way his fingertips grasped at the fabric of her shirt was desperate, and when she finally pulled away to look at the youngest Seed, her heart broke.
His eyes were shiny and red, the skin around them freckled with red spots. That familiar pain in his eyes was heavy as he searched Rook’s own gaze for any emotion. She touched his cheekbone with a sad smile, gently brushing away any remnants of his tears.
“C’mon, let’s get back into bed.” She nodded her head towards the sheets thrown haphazardly off the bed, and John nodded quietly. She took his hands in her own before turning and leading him back to bed. They crawled onto the mattress, the foam dipping slightly under their weight, and Rook pulled the sheets over the two of them.
John shifted around until Rook was comfortable in his arms, and while he played with her hair she ran her fingertips up and down his chest to try and soothe him.
“I…I felt so cold before, but now…you feel so warm.” It was the first thing John said since she’d arrived at his home, but it brought a smile to her face nonetheless. He turned on his side and buried his face into the crook of her neck with a deep inhale. She could feel a small smile forming on his face, and Rook felt her heart beat harder in her chest.
“Get some sleep, John. I’ll be here in the morning, I promise.” She whispered softly as she continued to run her fingers up and down his torso, and soon after her suggestion, small snores began to emanate from the person curled against her body.
