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queer • demisexual • South Asian • 🇱🇰 roots • 34 years young • Yuri!!! on Ice/Fruits Basket fanfic writer • TriptychGrip on ao3

not to be a killjoy but it's still crazy to me that it's considered mean to be like "maybe you should read / play / watch the source material before creating fanworks and diving into the fandom" bc every time i see somebody going "i havent played disco elysium or know anything about it tbh but uwu here's harry and kim kissing" idk maybe you should engage with it. maybe you should play the anti-capitalist surrealist game where you investigate the murder of a mercenary who led the gang rape of a foreign girl and process that for a bit? and then you can do cutesy mlm or whatever idc. but like at the absolute bare minimum you should understand what the source material involves otherwise we get the phenomenon of people joining a dragon age server and wanting content warnings for like, mage racism. like it's fine to ship and transform the genre into whatever but if you arent comfortable with discussions of the actual source content itself then maybe the fandom isnt for you and a different one is. peace and love.

actual peace and love would involve letting anyone who wants to do things do them, without judgment.

I don't think there is anything unreasonable about the idea that if someone isn't comfortable with actual discussions of the source material they should probably not insert themselves into the fandom. And I struggle to see how this has anything to do with ableism as per your tags.

Well, when you demand a certain amount of effort to be input before you consider someone's creative work valid, that's ableist.

The issue at hand isn't one of the validity of transformative works (and I agree with you there that art doesn't derive meaning or validity from the amount of "effort" poured into it) but of fandom social dynamics and the very simple fact that people involved in a fandom will find people who have not engaged with the source material yet insist on inserting themselves into the fandom annoying. This user articulated it well imo and I'm tired right now:

Unfortunately it's still gatekeeping and still ableist.

I genuinely think it's neither of those things.

i show up to the Planes Enjoyer Convention to talk about how pretty planes are. to my shock i learn planes fly which is awful because i'm scared of heights.

despite me being very passionate, nobody wants to hear about my novel where i imagine planes as types of burrowing creatures. instead people tell me i don't seem very interested in planes or the Planes Enjoyer Convention. this is very mean and judgemental.

eventually i strike up a conversation with someone and they reveal that planes are sometimes used for wars, and they actually like historical "war planes". my heart sinks.

they seem surprised and suggest that i read up about planes. that's just unacceptable. i call them an ableist gatekeeper and protest as i mime being forcibly escorted out of the convention by the security guards i made up in my head.

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WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

tagged by @pumpkinmetaphor. The word is SCOUT. Excerpts and sentences under the cut!

Oh ho, thanks for the tag!

As a treat, I'll do both the next Cosplay AU chapter and the long lost Mer AU chapter I'm still working on (I swear).

HERE WE GOOOOO

W:

“When exactly were you born?” Viktor asks. It feels like the sort of aimless question one asks at a sleepover. It's silly, and yet it carries a peculiar weight to it. “I mean, were you a morning baby, or a night baby?”

A:

Anyone else would let the mistake slide. Yuuri knew better than that. Viktor was not anyone else.

Yuri let out a loud gasp as his weapon was suddenly yanked out of his grip by Viktor's hand – all while the other hand playfully shoved Yuri right in the back and forced him several feet away.

T:

They followed Yuri outside. Two princes went to opposite ends of the courtyard, backs briefly to each other. Yuri spun around first, trident tight in his grip, while Viktor took his sweet time, holding his weapon loosely in his.

Finding a soft patch of fluffy sea grass nearby, Yuuri plopped himself down on the ground, and he watched.

“Well?” Yuri shouted from across the yard. “What are you waiting for? Teach me something, great master who knows all.”

E:

Even still, he will always try his best, because it's always what Viktor will deserve.

When the other side remains quiet, like Viktor's too ashamed to speak any more on it, Yuuri tries again.

“Vicchan,” Yuuri whispers into his phone. It's not often he uses that name – sparingly, if anything – because it feels so potent that he must be careful when he does. “Please tell me.”

R:

Recollecting this story makes him want to cringe, but hey, if it helps. He'll try anything.

I tag: @linneakou, @opalescentlesbiian, @triptychgrip, and anyone else who wants to do this!

YOUR WORD IS:

Destiny!

Ooh these games are so fun :D thank you for the tag @roserelease!!

The below sentences are from 2 different Yuri!!! on Ice WIPs, one a canon-divergent take on the Sochi banquet in which Yuuri doesn’t dance with Viktor but manages to charm him anyway, and the other a continuation of this story of mine, focused on Viktor unlearning the belief that he’s difficult to love (with a post-canon expansion).

D: Don’t ask that! If you do, he’ll know how obsessed you are with him, Yuuri scolded himself, his thoughts churning frantically.

“My coach will probably try to call me the minute he realizes I haven’t returned to the banquet,” Viktor said, with a rueful sort of smile. “It’s way too early in the night for me to fake tiredness, and while in another life, I might have had the guts to pull this fire alarm, in this one I think I’ll just have to resign myself to my fate.”

E: Even caught in the thrall of dismay and confusion, Yuuri could appreciate the novelty of the sight before him; he’d never seen Viktor like this before, with his eyes crinkling from the force of his amusement, and his cheeks reddening in a way that was entirely different from post-skate exertion.

S: So, when Viktor had seen him slip out into the hallway ten minutes ago, he had been all too happy to follow close behind, feeling a bit creepy even as he’d tucked himself against the far wall to wait until Yuuri had emerged from the bathroom.

T: There was even a sort of slump to the slope of Viktor’s shoulders. He might have been wearing an immaculately pressed designer suit, but he seemed a bit smaller than usual in Yuuri’s eyes.

Smaller than yesterday, anyway, during that disastrous “commemorative photo” interaction.

I: Indignation flared to life in his gut, because no, this wasn’t the same thing, whatsoever!

Viktor had given Ivan ample notice before partaking in the Russian figure skating federation’s Moscow-based training camp, back in May. (To be fair, forgetting to mention the camp did sound like the kind of thing he might have done, ordinarily, but Ivan was his first-ever boyfriend, and Viktor had been on exhaustingly high alert since February, wary of messing anything up.)

N: Not only was his boyfriend a fellow Olympic Champion, but he was also four years older and, as he frequently reminded him, knew much more about dating than Viktor did. If Ivan wasn’t worried about this one month separation (or the subsequent many months of not being able to see one another amidst their conflicting competition schedules), then why should Viktor be worried?

Y: Yuuri considered every new bit of information he learned about Viktor to be precious, even as, more often than not, these revelations made him ache.

The full explanation could wait until the morning, because the main priority tonight was to get his fiance to sober up.

I tag @probablytoooldforthis , @blonndiec, @my-private-tsukuyomi, @bannock-freak and anybody else who would like to join in on the fun :)

Your word is magnify!

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everyone's always like ohhh the bottoms sexual fantasies are always so fucking compilated and convoluted they always wanna be like some kind of European wild hamster digging through the undergrowth and you have to be the relentless bird of prey that is hovering over their den and ready to strike with deadly talons, and maybe the bed is a sand dune that allows for the predator to take maximum advantage of the terrain. What about the top's fantasies huh when does the top have something to say about all this. Sometimes I wanna be President Nixon in the last days of the administration and someone else is Erlichmann showing ass to comfort me. sometimes the top wants to get weirdly specific with it too okay

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