I Redid This Older Comic I Made For My Storytelling Class Based On This Post. Have Some Cute Wlw Love

Lovestruck fandom, a warning regarding heart purchases!

Apparently the in-app purchases won't give you hearts anymore even if they are technically not disabled. You'll lose money and will get nothing.

The end of purchases was not announced, it was completely omitted from all the announcements. Support was apparently shutdown too, deliberately without notice.

If you tried to buy anything, got scammed and didn't get the hearts, Play Store can refund you. Not sure if iOS offers that too.

Anyway, don't try to buy anything in Lovestruck anymore. You will get scammed.

Mc stroking vinca hair and vinca actually letting her fic?

Written by @an-awkward-ghost

It had become routine for Vinca to drop by at least once per week, and for you to attend as much shows as you could. You spent most of your time with her, either chatting or texting, sometimes engaging in friendly banter or simply exchanging stories. Despite her initial rough and bratty demeanor, Vinca could be surprisingly fun to be around. It was something you enjoyed more and more each day, the very thought of the blonde summoning one of your truest, warmest smiles.

How she had managed to find her way into your heart so quickly, so effortlessly, you’ll never know.

The times Vinca shows affection are increasingly more frequent, actions much like her, light touches, loaded smirks, brash words, stolen glances. She’s a shooting waterfall and a raging blaze both, keeping you on your toes but never letting you fall. Sparkling blue eyes are everything you can see now, imprinted on your dreams and mind and soul like Vinca’s touch has seared into your very skin. The tingle of her fingers never truly fades, it sits like a constant presence at the very edge of your consciousness, something you wouldn’t change for the world.

However, showing the affection you felt for her was a tricky thing. She was at the top of her game when it came to you, when it came to how to get you to fluster, to flounder, to render you speechless, but once the ball was in your court, once you began to turn her games against her, she deflected. You could tell she never allowed any of your attempts or your compliments. Perhaps she didn’t think she truly deserved them. It irked you every time, how someone as prideful as her let everyone’s words reach her but yours.

The very same thought crosses through your mind yet again, as you let your gaze wander from the stars to the blonde besides you.

“I thought you would fall asleep.” You admit – Vinca had come in that night mildly irritated a plan of hers had gone wrong and also exhausted from whatever it is it entailed. She hadn’t told you what that was, yet. Probably something to do with demons.

Vinca snorts, tone lacking the energy it usually had, “Then you could admire me all you like, huh. Bet you are disappointed that didn’t happen.”

You close your eyes, letting the chill in the air keep you focused, “Was that what you wanted me to do?”

A beat passes before she answers, “There isn’t much else to admire, that’s for sure. You don’t seem like a very dedicated stargazer…”

Your lips curl up just slightly, amused. She is sleepy. She wouldn’t leave you such an easy chance to flirt otherwise, “You’re right. There’s a much better star right next to me, isn’t there, Pride?”

Vinca stills for a split-second, “Sure is,” Fabric rustles – she’s turning in your direction, and you can just heart the teasing grin in her voice, “Great, we now know you aren’t entirely blind, squirt. That’ll serve you well.”

“It’s kind of hard to ignore the way you shine, oh twinkly star,” You open your eyes, lifting a hand just slightly to nudge one of her tiny knifes. She snorts again – much softer, more subdued.

“All right, that’s… that’s enough...” She blinks. It’s a slow, sloppy motion. All the irritation that was previously bothering her had completely vanished. “It’s always weird when… you get like this…”

“Weird is my middle name, I guess.” You follow her initiative and turn fully, both of you facing the other. You had kept some distance at the beginning – not much, your house’s roof wasn’t terribly narrow but Vinca had always enjoyed her personal space, and you respected that – but now, that was nearly nonexistent. She laid on her left side, hands resting comfortably before her, mirroring your own position, and if you just inched a little bit closer…

Clear blue eyes found yours, flicked down to your hands then back up again with the swiftness of a hummingbird, bit Vinca didn’t pull away. She didn’t ruin the atmosphere with her usual snark. She just laid there, staring at you with half-lidded eyes, holding her breath just slightly.

You scrutinized her for a second longer, then very hesitantly moved your hand – over her own, and to this her eyes snapped open, both in confusion and caution – and rested it on her nape.

“You’re something else, Vinca.” You murmur. The air vibrates with your words, somehow intense, powerful, and for the first time in ages you can actually feel them strike true, past Vinca’s usual defenses. “I can’t understand you. I don’t think I ever want to. That way, I can just learn something new about you every day.” Your hand moves, deeper into Vinca’s hair, graceful golden locks parting beneath your fingers, escaping through them like water. “And there’s always something to learn, you are too complicated for your own good. Between demons and life and showbiz, you have so many things to worry about…” Down again, to the nape, and Vinca shivers just slightly. “But I’m not one of them. No matter what happens to you, no matter what I see, no matter what I hear, I’ll trust you. I’ll trust your words. Your actions. So please… trust me too, when I say this aren’t empty words.”

Vinca’s mouth moves. No sound comes out. You chance another stroke of her hair, and for a second her eyes flash, thunder in clear sky, body tense, but she relaxes almost immediately. Her breath comes out in a strong gust of wind, not quite a snort, not quite a sigh. “I trust you too much.” She finally says, voice small, suddenly not drowsy at all. She doesn’t look mighty and strong and unreachable like she usually does, but vulnerable, oh so very vulnerable, but despite it all she doesn’t tremble. She meets your gaze, just like she always does, defiant despite it all. It makes your heart skip a beat. “Too much, too fast. What have you done to me, Hannah? Why can’t I… why do you…” She swallows. “Why do you affect me like this?”

The use of your name sends ripples of emotion down to your very core.

“I… I’ve wanted to ask you that, too, ever since we met. I just- I can’t get you out of my head. Every single thing you do, it… It shouldn’t… It takes much more than this to make me fall this hard, and yet you… with each thing…”

Words keep failing. You move your hand again, happy when Vinca smiles. Your heart soars when she reaches for your free hand, taking it softly in hers.

“I never expected to meet someone like you, Hannah.” Her expression softens, and she hesitates just a little before she adds. “Even if you are far too sappy.”

“I try.”

“Maybe dial it back a little?”

“Only if you promise to come watch the stars with me again?”

Her expression shifts, and her vulnerable side is hidden to the world once again as she pulls away, huffing slightly. “Not in this cold I won’t. If you want a real stargazing, then leave it to me.”

For a moment you ponder if you should ask about the change in your relationship, but quickly decide against it. Vinca can only endure so much emotional talk, and the last thing you do is get her to snap at you.

So instead you let the moment pass, roll onto your back, and smirk at her.

“Better live up to my expectations, then, Pride. I’m a hard woman to please.”

Vinca throws the roof a skeptical glance, one eyebrow raised. “If this is all I have to surpass, then I’m not worried at all.”

I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.

(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)

The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.

So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.

I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.

First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?

And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:

Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.

Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.

I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!

Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.

Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).

Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.

So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.

They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.

I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.

Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.

Oh yes, the struggle is real.

Greek myths are just a bunch of people getting vibe checked

Thanks for the tag!

1. Three ships: Twiyor, kiamei, yukamitsu

2. First ship: I don't remember actually, huh... I think it was in the MLP fandom tho!

3. Last song: Wildfire | HSR

4. Last movie: D&D Honor Among Thieves

5. Currently reading: Literary Translation: A Practical guide by Landers (yeah, fun. For uni)

6. Currently watching: A playthrough by my fav youtuber, Welonz!

7. Currently consuming: Minute Maid Cranberry juice

8. Currently craving: ceviche

9 people you would like to get to know better

Tagged by @aroaceblackhole thank you!!!

1. Three ships: Narlie, Wesper, firstprince

2. First ship: Reddie babbbyyy

3. Last song: Started from the Bottom by Drake (its stuck in my head from a show)

4. Last movie: Indiana Joes and the Crystal Skull

5. Currently reading: Just finished the Woman in the library, haven't started something new

6. Currently watching: Futurama! And Disenchantment, plus some trashy reality tv

7. Currently consuming: Coffee

8. Currently craving: Cooler weather!

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how are all your writers so good? hello? where do you guys find all these amazing people T-T

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