Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!”
Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”
Dear artists.
We, the writers, will accept any of your fan arts.
We don’t care if it looks like shit to you, or you think your art skills are not good enough.
We will love any fan art, because it’s the most beautiful way to say “I love what you write”.
^^^^^^^^^
My friends, you could present me with stick figures of a scene from something of mine you read and I’d want to hug you to death.
I would take a photo of your cat being sick and a short “hey this is that scene from your fic” and TREASURE IT.
replying is how you make friends! reply to anything you want and be friendly. don’t make rude jokes if you’re not friends already though!
quote retweeting is a no-no. when you “retweet with a comment” it’s not liked by content creators because it makes a new tweet out of their tweet and they don’t get the likes and retweets they would get if you’d just retweeted it straight up. if you want to comment on a retweet, reply to it or post a new tweet starting with “LRT” which stands for “last retweet” (it’s fine to quote retweet dumb memes and so on.)
you can make your tweets private. this means no one but your followers will be able to see what you post and no one will be able to retweet your content. you can switch back and forth between private and public at will. some people make a separate private account to tweet personal stuff and let mutuals follow it only. it’s a good way to keep things separate.
what is privatter? privatter is a third party web app that content creators can allow to be attached to their twitter. it lets them tweet content that they can make exclusive to logged in users, followers, mutuals, or a specific list of users. as long as you are logged in to twitter and fall into the intended category, you’ll be able to see it.
you can mute people you follow. (and those you don’t, ofc.) you can also mute words and phrases and entire conversations. if you mute someone you follow and they reply to you, that reply will still show up in your notifications. it’s a good way to keep the peace!
you can limit notifications to people who follow you or to mutuals. (notifications from people you follow will still show up regardless of which option you’ve selected.)
miscellaneous tips and warnings: if you accidentally unfollow and refollow someone, it won’t show up in their notifications as long as it’s within a couple minutes. no more accidental stuff. everyone can see who everyone follows so watch out. people will know if you unfollow. if you want to report someone and want them gone forever, report a tweet where they used a curse word. screenshotting tweets for harassment is a no-no and can get you banned. don’t be lame. don’t be a dick. vaguing others is generally really bad form and so is complaining about content within a fandom you’re in. use the mute tools at your disposal and don’t be a spoiler. you won’t come back from a rep like that and everyone sees everything.
that’s it! happy tweeting!!
how do i keep all my content together on twitter?
threads are your best friend!! you make a tweet with your commission info and links and so on and pin it to the top of your page. then reply to that tweet with a copy and pasted link to the tweet where you posted the art/fic/etc you want to not lose. reply to that new tweet with the next piece of artwork and so on. you can also make a unique hashtag for your content to use when you post, so that when you search that hashtag later you’re able to see just your art. good luck!
Been meaning to learn how to use Twitter a bit more efficiently anyways, and a lot of you probably are too during this dumpster fire, so ..
I am a noob when it comes to Twitter so to learn and spread helpful information, I am reblogging this.
A roar of laughter made him pause just inside the cafeteria doors, recognizing who it came from but surprised by the volume projected from it. His eyes scanned the crowded space until he spotted Daichi sitting across from Bokuto at a table, his face red as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He waved his hand in front of him, trying to get Bokuto to pause in his story but to no avail. Daichi was barely able to gulp a fresh breath before a fresh bout of giggles assaulted him. Bokuto’s back was to Kuroo, but he could see him straighten and wiggle in his seat like a preening peacock. It was a scene that should have made him laugh, or rush forward to join in on the fun. Instead, Kuroo was filled with a sickening dread that felt like the devil himself was grabbing hold of his ankle and yanking him into hell.
Daichi packs his things in
record time as soon as the professor dismissed them, and is out the door after
a hasty goodbye to some of his classmates.
He’s set to meet Kuroo for
today, as he promised he would take him to the shopping district and give him a
tour of the town. His only class for the day should have ended earlier, but his
professor went overtime and then one of his thesis advisee asked a bit of their
time to answer a survey to which he couldn’t get out of.
In short, he’s running late.
And with no means of communication to tell Kuroo so, his only chance is to run
really fast in hopes he can make it to the bus station and take the scheduled
trip that would arrive in 8 minutes. It’s not for the first time that Daichi is
thankful for the years he’d spent as an athlete because the only thing helping
him deftly avoid other students and colliding into walls and posts is the sense
and instincts he’d honed during the years of playing volleyball.
He’s almost near the gates and
is already rejoicing internally when he accidentally bumps into someone. Hard.
The collision causing him to fall back on his behind.
For KuroDai Weekend Day 1: Celebrity AU / Hanahaki AU
“Kuroo,” Yaku puts
his hands on Kuroo’s shoulder, looking him in the eyes with seriousness. “Your
photographer for today is a well-known photographer, alright? We’re lucky to
work with him. You are lucky to work
with him. It’s an honor, a chance of a lifetime. So please, I beg of you, don’t
mess this up,” he articulates carefully, punctuating his words with a dig of
his fingers on Kuroo’s shoulders.
“Yaku,”
Kuroo also puts his hands on Yaku’s shoulder, a little heavily, enough to make
anyone else wince but not him, apparently. “You gotta chill, alright? I
promise, I won’t.” He grins and pats Yaku’s shoulders, but it doesn’t ease the
frown on his manager’s face. Really, he deserves more faith than this.
Sentence #8: “You’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful”
Tendou falls on his face on the bed, letting out a long satisfied sigh. It’s 2:00 AM, his ears are ringing and he should have taken off his clothes before succumbing to the temptation of lying down for “just a minute”.
“You get eyeliner on that comforter and I’ll kill you.”
Tendou snorts but forces himself to roll to his back, head dipping over the edge of the bed turning the whole world—and Suga—upsidedown; which is fitting, seeing as the silver-haired male has turned his world topsy-turvy ever since the day they toppled into each other on the ice rink.
What a way to meet your boyfriend.
Suga’s trying to scowl but it’s hard when Tendou has that dopey smile on his face. He rolls his eyes instead, huffing, “You’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful.”
Tendou merely sticks out his tongue, blood still rushing to his head; “Don’t give me that, I saw those sexy hips shaking to the beat.”
Suga doesn’t protest further, telling himself he’s too tired to bother. “Come on!” He claps his hands, then tugs on Tendou’s wrist; “Shower before bed, you stink.”
“Sugaaaa,” Tendou whines, “I’m too tired.”
Suga cocks an eyebrow; “You plan on sleeping in those skin-tight leather pants? Be my guest, but don’t come crying to me when you have a rash on your junk and can’t fuck.”
“So mean,” Tendou whines again, softer this time, as he forces himself off the mattress.
“Less protest, more… just get ready for bed ya nutcase.”
“Is that your way of saying I drive you crazy?” Tendou teases, wincing as he rolls his pants off; they really do stick something fierce.
“Only in days ending in “Y,” Suga calls over the sound of the shower, “now get in here and pay me back for subjecting my ears to that nonsense!”
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