Can I please just say something? And be listened to, for once?
Anyone who is a fan of Unknown Person’s work—-be it Castle of Nations, Law of Talos, Endzone, or one of his many other stories in progress—I realize some of you, particularly newcomers, might not be fully aware of the rather delicate situation we are in. Therefore allow me to clarify.
UP left for a period of several years because he was deeply hurt, embarassed and made insecure by the actions of the original fandom. Particularly, Karl’s “fangirls”. While he has said himself that much of the art fans make is inspiring and keeps him going on bad days, he has also said that the OC/self insert shipping, the porn, and the disrespectful jokes cause his writing to be like “a double sided sword, and boy has it made me bleed.” He is still extremely insecure and sensitive about letting his work into the public eye. Recently, he has joined Tumblr, with the hopes of distancing himself from the old dA fans and starting anew in a safer environment for his characters to grow in. That was somewhat de-railed recently, when the link to his Tumblr was distributed on his dA page against his wishes. ( I say against his wishes because if he had wanted the information to be shared, he would have done so himself. He did not.)
Lately, there has been an increase in the number of RP blogs and fanart for his characters here at Tumblr, and that’s fine. That’s great. But please, be respectful and think about what you post before you post it, be it something of your own doing or the work of others. His characters are dear to him, he has put countless amounts of time, effort and love into them, and they deserve to be respected. HE deserves to be respected. He does not appreciate the rude jokes. They’re not cute, they’re not funny, and he sees them. This is coming from someone who speaks to him fairly regularly, this information is not the fabrication of my own mind or opinion. He sees what goes on. Don’t chase him off again for the sake of your own amusement.
30 Day Challenge!
Day 6 - A Stranger:
Out of all the people I’ve seen from various places, there is one stranger in particular that really sticks out in my memories.
I was freshly 16 years old on the Royal Caribbean cruise I went on with one of my friends. The man I met in Cozumel, Mexico was the strangest stranger ever. Walking into a jewelry store right on the coastal city’s outskirts, my friend and I were bombarded with Mexican salesmen trying to get our business. Luckily, my Spanish was good enough to ward them off, letting them know we weren’t naive tourists they could rip off. But of course, this further attracted them to me in particular since they like women who are “foreign,” yet speak their language. So a young salesman, about 25 (give or take) starts complimenting my eyes and hair. He tells me they are beautiful, along with myself. Not too flattered, figuring he probably tells every other young girl that, I smiled and said “gracias.” Sadly, he didn’t take his cue to leave and continued flirting with me. Luckily, my friend’s parents said that we had to leave, then come back later. So we leave, eat and come back an hour or so later. The young salesman was gone, and a new, older salesman (about 30 to 35 years old) is there to greet us. The man clearly had his eye on me and shamelessly flirted away the entire time we spent there. He brought me tequila from the store next door and, being of Spanish heritage (drinking isn’t a big deal, it is for flavor, not to be “cool), I drank it… The man continued to be rambunctiously flirtatious with me, even though I had a clear “get the fuck away from me you are too old” expression. I’ve never met anyone more persistent, & I don’t even know his name! Regardless, by the end of our time spent there, he took the liberty of hailing us a cab back to our ship’s docking point… and decided he had the authority to take my hand “gently” & “escort me” to the awaiting cab. As I was “escorted” into the cab, he looked at me and whispered “When you are 18, come back to see me,” gave me a paper with his nickname on it, kissed my hand, winked and shut the cab door. Shocked at all that happened in 1 brief moment, I quickly put my seatbelt on and promptly began to push the entire, nasty experience in the back of my head. ”You are old enough to be my father,” and I had one thought following that thought…. EW.
