– You will see the same post eight times in one day. Keep scrolling. Do not interact, do not spread the curse. It will spread anyway. You keep scrolling, but your dash is only that post. It will only ever be that post.
– There are several big writeblrs. They have always been there. They will always be there. Others rise and fall like empires but the core remains. You reblog their advice posts despite the creeping fear that you are only feeding the power of ancient abominations too terrifying to name.
– At first, the anons feel like a blessing. Then, a tidal wave in their numbers, clamoring for attention, they feel like a curse. You do not want to know about the third stage. You would not survive the knowledge. Just know there is a reason the ancient writeblrs need vast levels of power.
– You will make one post, more famous than all the rest. At first, it will be your favourite child. So strong, so popular, so many notes! Only later will you realise that it is the cuckoo in you nest, and all your other posts are long dead. You try to kill it, but it is out there now, and it only grows larger. You will never have a more successful child.
– You make a small circle of friends. It is only small. There are only 5, 10, 15, 200 of you. Who is this person? How do they know you? Why do they speak of you with such familiarity? Oh, of course, they are a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend
. That makes perfect sense. You reblog their work.
– Somebody is looking for beta readers. You vaguely know who they are (possibly a friend-of-a-friend?) and their book sounds amazing. You sign on. That was a mistake. Their book is slightly flawed but brilliant and you spend hours detailing your feedback. You pretend your other life commitments aren’t staring you in the face, feeling abandoned. You finish their book, offer them back their masterpiece in the making. Now it is time to catch up on- oh, look!
Somebody is looking for beta readers.You-
– There is a vagueblog. You recognise exactly what type of writer the OP is vagueblogging about. They have made it abundantly obvious. That exact type of writer enthusiastically reblogs the post; there are two types of response. One misses the point of a vagueblog and tags it #meeeeeeeeeeeeee. The other slams writers for the sin which they, too, commit without realising. Which type are you? You do not want to know. You do not want to find out. You scroll past the post.
– You make a new friend. They seem nice until you realise they are an anti-SJW as they try to mansplain what a comma is. You smile politely at your screen and back out of the conversation. You make a new friend. They seem nice until you realise they are a devout Southern Christian when they try to inform you that abortion is murder and you are a filthy queer sinner. You smile politely at your screen and back out of the conversation. You make a new friend. They seem nice until you realise they are a fourteen year old with a rabid conviction that their rewritten fanfic will be a bestseller by the end of the year. You smile politely at your screen and back out of the conversation. You make a new friend. They seem nice until-
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