What's up, I’m Basha, the author of this blog. I write stuff for Genshin Impact, Vocaloid and The Owl House. What a mix that is... No need to tell me that I don’t get bitches, I can clearly see that as I am writing this post.
Oh wait, hold up, read this before you request. Now you are all set to fuel my slow progress towards another lovely writer’s block;)
hello hello!! we are glad to present and show the official debut of: twilight-theatre, we are a genshin impact (sfw) writing network blog wherein we'd like to show our support for lovely writers of the fandom. we welcome you to join us in our journey as we hope to be able to join yours ♡
1. WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?
as stated above we want to be able to show and give writers their well deserved support— through this blog we hope we are able to successfully be able to do so. writers are skilled in the art of being able to bring life and colors with nothing but words.
2. ARE THERE ANY REQUIREMENTS?
no there aren't! you just need to be a writer and you're all good; though to be able to participate and join there are a few steps you need to do which we'll explain in a bit :)!!
3. WHY A NETWORK BLOG?
i can't really express this enough but: the likes to reblog ratio in writing content is always so terrible— reblogs are more important than likes considering tumblrs algorithm. we hope to be able to show your content to other people through reblogs and help you get more reach.
HOW TO JOIN...
as i said: reblogs are more important than likes, so please help us out by reblogging this very post to help us get more reach ^^! we're not forcing you to but it would still be nice!
now to actually be able to join you'll need to answer this google form by providing the proper information we need (please reach out to us through our inbox if the link is not working).
if you are accepted then we would send you a dm to our discord server and tag you in our official members post (to be added).
to keep things organized and save some of our staff from the trouble we encourage you not to give out the server link and keep it private!!
want to know more about the blog? check out our pinned to be able to navigate easily! ps. there are a lot of things we have in store that i didn't get to say, so checking out our pinned is a must-do!
actually i'm reblogging this again with commentary, fuck it.
There's people in the notes talking about "not basing your worth off numbers", and like. that isn't what this post is about. It's not a threat, either, it's a comment on how this site works, at a mechanical level.
Likes are worthless. Let me say that again.
Likes. Are. Worthless.
They don't do anything. They're a bookmark. They were never part of how tumblr works - in the early days we didn't even have a like button, and the site still more or less acts as though we don't. They're personal bookmarks and the only people who "get" anything from them are you (you bookmark the post) and the OP (maybe a very slight serotonin boost), but they don't keep the post in circulation, they don't keep it alive.
Without reblogs, a post will be dead in the water within an hour. No matter how good it is, no matter how many hours of painstaking love and attention its creator put into it, it will be dead within an hour and never seen again. It gets pushed down the dashboard and nobody aside from the followers who were online when it was posted will see it.
And there's a huge difference in engagement on posts that get even one lucky reblog from someone with wider reach - that one reblog shows your post to five, ten, fifteen other people, and if one of those people also reblogs it, and so on and so forth, that's how posts stay alive and in circulation.
It's like a contagion, but we're sharing creativity instead of disease.
And that matters. That "lifespan" of the post matters, artists and writers give up on this site and go to sites where posts have longer lifespans because it sucks to spend hours of your life, maybe even days, to get two notes and some fucking pocket lint for your efforts.
We create for ourselves, but we share because we want people to see it, because that engagement offers positive feedback and encouragement to continue.
But more than that, if every post (whether art, fic, gifset, whatever) is dying within an hour or a day of being posted, that means it's not making it onto your dashboard. And if it's not on your dashboard, you won't see it. This kills the site, after a while. You stop seeing the posts, because nobody is putting them on your dashboard, because this site doesn't have an algorithm like twitter and insta's and it shouldn't, it's the last bastion of chronological timelines.
Forgive my giant fucking rant I am so tired right now and full of the plague but like stop acting like artists and writers are just being whiny little babies, or "threatening" to withhold our fucking work (you're not entitled to it! it's ours! if we get nothing out of sharing it we're well within our rights to keep it private!) when we say this site will dry up without reblogs. We're just stating facts.
also I’ve seen some people in the tags say ‘oh there have always been more likes on posts’ no there haven’t ????
these are posts from 2013, look at the ratio
not to sound like a nursing home resident but back then people know that the point of this site was to reblog things and share them, not to bury them away among your other 23k liked posts
Can I ask a match up? Is it open? Are you free rn? Sorry for the questions. I wanted to make sure I'm not making you stress out before I ask a match up for genshin
Hi habibi, It just so happened that I came back after like, a year of absence. So you are in luck! Go ahead and request, I'll do your match-up as soon as I finish the others:)
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out
I don’t care if this makes your dash look ‘ugly’, no matter what type of blog you have you should reblog it.
People believe hate comments faster than nice comments. Why? No one’s ugly in this world. Trust me, there always are people worth living for. And they make you happy, and then you will know how much you would’ve missed of this if you made the wrong choice.
how can people be this hateful? this is genuinely so upsetting to even read. like @spider-pxrkers said above, if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say it at all.
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
Last time I reblogged this, I was complaining to my mum how I never got to go on walks alone. Then, she legit said to me, “well why don’t you go down to *censored*?” Which she’d never let me do before. I had three hours. In a place half an hour from home. It works.
Synopsis: CaMiLoOo SaYs "Mi ViDaA, Won't tell ya, read the thing." Okay, okay.
Have you ever seen dreams, with extremely vivid faces present in them? As If the person was right in front of you, tangible and warm. Camilo was surely about to see that type of dream. Watching your lips tremble and twist in agony, as you layed under the debris of crumbled Casita. The problem is, he could not tell, whether It is real or not.
TW: Hurt to comfort. Mentions of death, blood, injury and loss of a loved one. Camilo is having a breakdown while the reader is shitting themselves. Reader uses they/them while Camilo goes by he/him.
Word count: Very small just like squidward nose. The idea itself is more like a prompt anyways-
A/N: What's up Encanto fandom. To those who have requested from me already(and have been waiting for 28783704 days) I am genuinely sorry, I wanted to post this first because this is something I started a long time ago. I'll complete your requests ASAP. Basha was a stupid bitch and injured her leg, so I won't get to do anything but this anyways- Shout out to my boy Juan Karlos and his song "Buwan" because this song was my greatest inspiration for this.
Camilo blinked away the dust in his eyes. As he desperately coughed up the precipitate in his lungs, the boy could only stare at the ruins of what he once called home. The flame of their familial candle flickered away, so did the spirits of the Madrigals. He could feel it in his body, that his gift was fading away. What was he, without it? Just Camilo. But who was Camilo? Without shape-shifting, is he still able to call himself a Madrigal?
The boy stumbled towards Dolores, to check up on her state. His wrist was still sore, from the fall he took earlier. Camilo's head was loud with thoughts, overlapping and forming unimaginable knots. He could barely process what has happened. Reality was slipping out of his pained grasp, yet his number one priority stayed his family.
"Dolores, how are you?" He softly grasped the shoulder of his older sister, snapping the female out of her lost state. She slowly nodded, deeply sighing from the overwhelming quietness in her head. It was louder than the constant chattering and sounds that filled up her ears on the daily. No more of Casita's squeaking and drumming. Just silence, which was louder than bombs to Dolores. They were all stupefied from this, and Camilo wished they could just continue to stay still, avoiding the fact that they no longer have their identities.
Camilo looked around, pushing away the curly hair trying to slip into his eyes, capturing the image of his family. They looked like empty shells. Tia Julieta was struggling to find some sort of medicine for the injuries of her family members. His mother and father were comforting Antonio. Poor Antonio, Casita going down was incredibly unfair by itself, but especially to his little brother. He had just got his gift a few weeks ago. Abuela darted from one spot to another, as If she was trying to avoid the rumble, questioning each family member. It was quite the moment of despair for everyone, and all Camilo wanted to do was be in the comfort of your arms. But, where were you exactly?
He took another good glance at the people around him, he peeked around the ruins, yet you were not to be found anywhere. The male gulped down a sick thought, trying to stay positive. Yet his hands were beginning to tremble, as he dashed towards his grandmother.
"Abuela, have you seen Y/N?" His voice was raspy from the dust in the air, perhaps that was also the reason for Abuela's swollen eyes. She became worried upon hearing her grandson's words, Y/N was a part of the family at this point. Them and Camilo had been inseparable, ever since the two created a stronger bond. Alma counted down all the people standing around, only to be left with a grim realization. One was missing. Y/N wasn't there. That means, she can only be in the house.
Upon learning the terrifying prospect, the entire family dashed inside of what proudly stood as Casita before. Pepa shakily yelled out Y/N's name, no storm cloud forming above her head this time. Isabela was sprinting around the parts of the walls, doors, calling out his lover's name. His Amor. His Corazon. Camilo was pleading everything in the universe, to find you safely sitting somewhere in a pocket created by Casita. For you to see him, and launch for a bone-crashing hug, so that you two could live through this time together. Camilo ever so much needed to see your glistening eyes, filled to the brim with joy and hope. And suddenly, he heard a weak cough. His head snapped towards the sound, only to be left in utter horror.
The male immediately crumbled by your side, screaming out your name. A large piece of debris has fallen onto your legs, it seems as though Casita wasn't able to protect both you and Mirabel. Camilo scraped his hands, trying to move away the obstacle while calling to his family members. He kept on reassuring that you will be fine, that he was going to get you out of this. Camilo tried so hard, that cuts started to form on his skin, staining the rock with blood.
"Camilo.." You reached for him, stiff as a wooden doll. Gasping from the lack of stamina and the profuse adrenaline, he ended his futile attempts, waiting for the others to rush for your help. He could definitely get you out of this, everything was going to go back to normal eventually. And you were going to be by his side, as thing swayed back into their lane.
"It will be alright mi vida, we will get you out of here. You will be fine." Your eyes creased, as a bittersweet smile stretched onto your face. The boy has never seen an emotion like this on your beautiful features, and he hated it. He just wanted for everything to go back to normal, or at the very least for all his loved ones to stay safe, you especially. You were his light, someone who helped him strive for self-love and acceptance. Your warm embrace could rival any remedy in the world, and your smile was the cause of the endless butterflies in his stomach. But the dusted, bloodied you brought nothing but tears. Camilo had to face the fact. He couldn't protect you, he had failed.
"Camilo, I can't feel my legs" Sobbing, he grabbed your hand. It was so unusually cold compared to what Camilo remembered it to be like. Soft and warm.
"Lo siento, mi amor. Lo siento, It's all my fault." Your hand now slid up to his cheek, staining it with bits of your own blood. You hushed him, lightly shaking your head.
"None of this is your fault 'Milo, you did your best. I'm gonna be alright, you said so yourself." With each word, your chest became tighter and tighter. Both of you subconsciously knew that you were lying. Camilo's family was standing behind the two of you, watching the whole scene unfold. Not even Luisa now would be able to lift that piece of debris, that held you pinned to the ground. Pepa was sobbing into Felix's arms, nobody wanted to disturb your bidding of goodbyes.
"Yes, mariposa, you are going to be just fine. I promise you." He mirrored your smile, as it was the only thing he knew how to do best. You buried your fingers in the boy's soft curls, knowing this will be the last thing you feel. Suddenly, you began repeating his name. Louder and louder, the world around Camilo was warping, until...
"Camilo! Camilo wake up already!" The boy sprung up with a loud pant, clutching the hem of his shirt. That earned a surprised yelp from you, Camilo's eyes darting anxiously around the room. He was fine. It was just a bad dream.
"Amor, you were having a nightmare. Are you okay? You were-" Before you could finish that sentence, your partner clung to you ever so firmly, almost crushing you with his embrace. As If you were just another quickly evaporating dream, about to disappear into thin air. And leave him alone, once again. A stream of tears poured onto your shoulder, forming wet trails on your back. Reciprocating the hug, you cooed your significant other, slowly rocking him back and forth.
You woke up from Camilo's sudden troubled moves on the bed, only to notice that he has shape-shifted into you. That gave you a momentary scare, before you noticed how much he was in distress. In fact the Madrigal was drenched in cold sweat, tossing and turning in his sleep. You tried to quietly shake him awake, as to not wake up his sensitive to sounds sister, yet that was a fruitless attempt. So you kept whispering his name, concerned for the state of your beloved. And now he was in your arms, crying as If there was no tomorrow.
Slowly but surely, Camilo's gasps and tears came to a stop, yet the grip on your form stayed. He managed to choke out,
"I saw you... when Casita fell. Y-you were stuck." Your heart painfully stung at his words and tone, squeezing him tightly.
"A-and I couldn't do anything. It was so scary I-i thought I lost you.." The painful lump began forming in his throat again. You had never witnessed the smug and constantly joking Camilo this vulnerable. It pained you to hear his voice cracking, his breath hitching and his heart pounding as loud as a marching band against your ribcage.
"Shh, shh.. It's alright mi amor, It's alright.." You soothingly rubbed circles on his tensed back, continuing to cradle his figure.
"I'm here, I'm safe. Everyone is okay." Camilo's breathing leveled out, and he slowly looked up to you, eyes red and puffy from the stinging tears. You looked back at him, and so vividly, you were able to see the relief across his face. He buried himself into your shoulder, basking in your warmth, the one he knew and adored so much.
"I love you, Y/N. Please, don't leave me. " You cupped his cheeck, no blood staining his caramel skin now.
"I won't, Camilo. I love you too."
ok ok I have a question... So I want to send in a request for a letter but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to send in?? Could you tell me the requirements please???
Coughing and crying right now, hold on. You are my favorite person as of now. That's it, you are the one to carry the burden:D
I never expected anyone to actually look at the list of rules- Mostly in my time on Tumblr not a lot of people bothered to even check If your requests are open.
Here's the link to the post I've made for the letter requests, I hope you enjoy If you do end up requesting. Have a good one💜
Have you ever considered, what exactly your character would write to you in a letter? Would they scribble a few words with horrible mistakes, or would they send out a 3 page paragraph that could rival Shakespeare's plays? You can find out If you request a letter, from a certain character.
Requirements:
I need general information about you, sort of like in a matchup. What you look like, your hobbies, likes and dislikes as well as age (minor/adult will do) and anything else you'd like to put. (Send me memes)
Theme. Is it a motivational letter to get through the week, is it a confession letter, is it a get-better-soon letter? Tell me and I'll do it:D
Platonic/romantic? Do you just want a sweet letter from a friend, or a smexy pexy letter from you beloved. You gotta specify man🤓
Your name. I mean the character has to adress you somehow, not only terms of endearment.
That's about it, send in requests don't be shy baby cocomelon.
Sorry that the asks were off @un-birthday, I had to manually turn them back on. If not for you, then I probably would not have known about it at all! And just sat there with my new crispy-sparkly-shiny blog, wondering why nobody is sending in requests...
I match you with...
The Fatui’s 11th Harbinger - Tartaglia!
The more I think about your relationship dynamic, the more It makes sense to me. If you are as confused as me, when the thought just popped into my head, then continue on reading!
Childe is a man who is attracted to the initial idea of battle, whether that be physical or emotional competition. He does not back down from a challenge, enjoying every moment of testing his willpower and strength.
Upon meeting you, which was probably not initiated by you, and was actually quite out of the blue - your personality reminded him of his homeland. The agonizing, spine-shattering temperature of Snezhnaya’s strongest blizzards were all packed into one person. Yet, your tongue was as sharp as Jueyun Chilis. Painfully spicy.
That of course, ignited a spark of interest within the male. He was sure of his charm and attractiveness, on the constant he would receive love letters from young girls , which only contributed to his high self esteem. However you didn’t seem to have fallen under the spell of Mister Casanova.
From that day on, he has made a bet with himself, to make you think only about him, see him in your dreams, for you to live and breathe him. Fate however, had other things in store for Tartaglia.
As he put his devious plan into action, he slowly began to realize that in fact, he enjoys your presence. Your remarks to his flirtation were witty and amusing, the way your eyebrows furrowed, whenever the male would try to give you an expensive gift made him want to break your shell.
And you bit by bit began warming up to him. Instead of rejecting the harbinger, knowing his untruthful nature, you began conversing with him. Tartaglia was surprised how many topics the two of you would cover in one sitting.
The male was looking forward to meeting with you, whether it was to talk about another random thing on your mind or to just watch you draw in silence. In his chaotic lifestyle, such moments were rare, he secretly treasured them.
As a “thank you” for those times and a sign of appreciation for your skills, the man would send you expensive art supplies as gifts. In fact, he would go as far as cover any sort of tuition fees, purely to show off to you the power and status he obtains.
Of course Snezhanya’s lover boy kept denying his feeling, there was no way for him to be in love with you! Or so he thought at the very least, strangely finding himself in your company again and yet again. He knew no love, no matter how romantic he was. There was and Childe was sure never will be a place for a relationship in his life. It is full of blood lust, missions across the world and sly little political operations. Your lifestyles were just too different to match. Yet, you were drawing him in. Every day was a little challenge to see how well he could repel your sarcastic statements, and maybe If he could make you smile with a silly joke of his.
And even after many days, weeks and years, he will continue coming back to you. Sitting down by your side, watching you paint a landscape, your vision focused on a faint reflection of the moon on the water. You are his calming presence, you are what makes his worst thoughts and intentions flutter away like a butterfly. Yet you bet, that with your love language being physical contact, and your affectionate moments, Snezhnaya’s greatest flirt’s stomach also fills with a hoard of gentle butterflies.
A/N: Aya, I haven’t wrote a matchup in a while. I wasn’t really feeling like just describing a relationship, I was going more for the reasoning as to why it occurred. I’m sorry If this wasn’t what you were expecting, I’ll probably keep expanding the amount of stuff I put into a matchup. Again, thank you for requesting, Basha out.
