#oh fuck….I usually send my posts to the authors of the fics I read…..but I feel like I might offend the author of Ninth if do this……..

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[requiemforthepoets]

this is me trying 𖦹 OP81

PAIRINGS: oscar piastri x female!reader

SUMMARY: growing up, the only thing you know is that you need to be strong, provide, and take care of your sister. but being with oscar, it was different, he made you feel things��that it’s okay to not be fine, vulnerable, and to be taken care of.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i have this fic finished the other day but i was debating on whether to post it or not, but here we are. it’s been a while too since i last wrote for oscar, and this is like a comfort (?) fic idk lol. also, can i just say that LANDO ON POLE FOR THE SG GP!!! 😭🧡 ok, i hope you guys will have fun reading this one. enjoy! :)

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

WARNINGS: not proofread, typos, eldest daughter syndrome, no use of y/n, cursing, unnamed sister, named friend, and parents death

You were sitting in the living room, surrounded by case files and legal books, trying your best to prepare for the court trial that you’ll be doing soon, but your mind was elsewhere. You can't focus on the work that you’re working on in front of you, no matter how hard you try. Your phone buzzed, and you almost didn’t answer, thinking it’s just another work call, but when you saw Blaire, your friend’s name, flash on the screen you quickly picked up, expecting a casual chat.

“Hey, Blaire, how are you?” You greeted her, trying to mask your exhaustion.

Her voice on the other end was hesitant, not the usual warm tone that you’re used to. “Hey…I really hate to bring this up, but I was wondering when you would be able to repay the five thousand dollars?”

Your stomach dropped. “Repay?” You repeated, utterly confused. “What do you mean five thousand dollars?”

The conversation between you and Blaire unraveled quickly. She explained how she had lent the money to your sister out of need, thinking it was for you or with your approval. Rage bubbled in your chest, your pulse quickened, at this point all you can see is red. You thanked her hastily, barely able to end the call before fury overtook you. Without thinking, you dialed your sister’s number, the beeps echoing in your ear like a countdown to an explosion.

“Hello?” Her voice was casual, completely unaware of the storm coming her way.

“What the actual fuck did you do?!” You yelled, not caring if it was late at night. “You borrowed five fucking thousand dollars from Blaire without asking me!? How could you?!”

There was a pause, a brief moment where you could almost feel her shrug through the phone. “Oh my god, can you relax? It’s not like you can't afford it. It’s not that big of a deal, you can just easily pay for it with how big you’re making, it’s barely a scratch on your bank account!” You couldn’t believe what you were actually hearing.

“Not a big deal? Did you spend the money already? Do you have any fucking idea how humiliating it is for me that you did this without even consulting me? You think just because I make good money, I’ll fix every mess you create?” You were seething.

“Well, yeah,” she responded with a laugh, clearly not grasping the gravity of the situation. “You’re my older sister. Isn’t it your job to take care of me, right?”

Your grip on your phone tightened. “I’ve been taking care of you your whole life! I’m working myself to the bone just to make sure you have everything you need, sending you to that fancy school that you’ve always wanted so you can have a better future, and this is how you repay me? By lying and stealing?”

The silence on the other end of the line felt heavy, but your anger has not subsided. She mumbled something that sounded like a half assed apology, but it was already too late for that. You immediately hung up and slammed the phone down on the table, heart racing, pulse pounding in your ears. Anger still swirling inside you like a storm, the words of your sister still echoing in your mind. You can just easily pay for it with how big you’re making. Her carelessness, lack of respect—it hit harder than anything you had experienced before. It wasn’t about the money, you could handle the five thousand dollars easily, but the way she completely dismissed your hard work, as if it was nothing, as if your sacrifice and years of struggle meant nothing—that was what burned deep. It hurts like fucking hell.

You sat down there on the couch, trying to calm yourself down, tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back. You didn’t cry. You cannot cry. You have always been strong your whole life—the provider, carer, and protector. That’s who you were. No one had ever taken care of you, not since your parents passed away when you were fifteen and your sister is only ten. It has always been you, alone, against the world, and now, it felt like even your sister was against you.

You didn’t hear Oscar enter the living room until his voice, soft but firm, broke through the silence. “Hey, I heard you from our room. Are you okay?”

You swallowed hard, your body automatically stiffening instinctively and continued browsing through your documents like nothing happened.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” you lied, though the quiver in your voice betrayed you.

Oscar walked over and sat down beside you on the couch, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. “You don’t always have to be fine,” he said quietly. “Tell me, what happened?”

You exhaled sharply, your hands trembling as you ran them through your hair. “It’s my sister,” you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady. “She borrowed money from Blaire. Five thousand dollars. Without even telling me. Now, she’s acting like it’s my job to fix it.”

“Five thousand? That’s a lot.” Oscar frowned, his brows knitting in concern.

“I know,” you said, “she doesn’t even care. She just assumes I’ll take care of it, like I always do every time she gets into stupid situations. She thinks just because I earn good money, I’m supposed to fix everything.” Your voice cracked, and before you could stop it, the tears you had been holding back for so long finally broke free. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Oscar. I’m always the one fixing things, I’m always the one who has to be strong.”

Oscar didn’t say anything for a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes filled with understanding. Then, without a word, he pulled you into his arms. You tensed at first, still not used to being vulnerable, but Oscar’s embrace was warm, grounding. Slowly, your body relaxed into his, and the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little as you rested your head against his chest.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered to him. “I’ve always had to be the strong one. I’m tired, Oscar. I’m so fucking tired. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

His hand gently stroked your back, his voice soft and reassuring. “I know. It’s okay to be tired. You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your eyes searching his face, “I just don’t know how to let anyone help me,” you admitted, voice barely audible. “I’ve been doing this for so long, I don’t know how to not be the one in control.”

“I get that. But you don’t have to do it all alone anymore. I’m here. Let me be strong for you, too.” Oscar smiled gently, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. The idea of letting someone else carry even a fraction of the weight feels completely foreign to you. But as you looked at Oscar, his eyes full of sincerity, something inside you shifted. Maybe, it’s time you let it all fall down, you didn’t have to carry everything on your shoulders all the time.

“What am I supposed to do about her?” You asked, your voice small but steady now.

Oscar sighed softly, thinking for a moment. “You have all the right to be angry and upset. Your feelings are valid,” he said. “She needs to learn that actions have consequences. But at the same time, she’s your sister. She’s young, and sometimes young people tend to make mistakes. You’ve been doing everything for so long that she probably hasn’t learned how to take responsibility for herself yet.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes. “Yeah, maybe. But I can’t just let her think she can keep doing this.”

“No,” he agreed. “But you also don’t have to do this alone. We can figure it out together.”

You looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you weren’t alone. Maybe you didn’t always have to be the strong one, the provider, the protector. With Oscar by your side, you could learn how to let someone else carry the weight with you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning into him once more. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Oscar smiled, pressing a soft tender kiss to your forehead. “You’ll never have to find out, I’m not going anywhere, my love.”

The next morning, you stared at the screen of your laptop, fingers moving quickly over the keys as you finished drafting the contract. The legal jargon was familiar, comforting even, but the fact that you had to use it against your own sister left a bitter taste in your mouth. The contract was firm, direct, and laid out the consequences clearly: five thousand dollars, to be repaid in installments, with interest and penalties if the deadline is missed. You hated doing it—your heart never felt so heavy—but you knew it was necessary. You had been too lenient for far too long, if she didn’t learn this now, she might never understand the true value of money and the responsibility that came with it. It was time for her to learn the hard truths you had known your entire life.

Oscar was sitting across the table, sipping his coffee, watching you in silence. “You’ve finished it?” He asked gently. You had told him last night that you need to straighten everything out, and told him your plan, in which he quickly supported you.

You nodded, eyes scanning the contract one last time before saving it. “Yeah. She’s not going to like it, but this has to be done.” You sighed, “I’ve been too lenient, too forgiving. I can’t keep cleaning up after her messes.”

“You’re doing the right thing.” He said as he reached over, placing his hand over yours. “It’s tough, but you’re teaching her a lesson she won’t forget.”

“I hope so,” you sighed, glancing out the window, the weight of responsibility pressing down on you once more. “I’ve never been one to ask for anything back, but she needs to learn that she can’t just treat me like this. I want her to be successful, but she can’t rely on me forever.”

Later that day, you booked a flight for her to Monaco, and notified her about the flight schedule. She was studying in Switzerland, and it would be a four hour flight from Switzerland to Monaco. It was time to have this conversation face-to-face. You couldn’t keep allowing her to avoid responsibility just because you were miles apart. This is a conversation that is long overdue.

A couple of days later, she arrived at your and Oscar’s shared apartment. She seemed different—more subdued, perhaps. You could tell the weight of your anger still lingered in her mind. She greeted you cautiously, her eyes flickering to Oscar, who stood nearby, his presence calm but protective.

“Sit down,” you said, pointing to the couch.

She looked at you, clearly trying to gauge your mood, but she did as she was told. You sat across from her, with Oscar by your side, and the freshly printed contract lying on the table between you. The tension in the living room was thick.

“I had already settled your debt with Blaire,” you began, your voice calm but firm. “But this conversation is not just about the money. It’s about respect, about responsibility.”

“I said I was sorry.” She crossed her arms, trying to play it cool.

“Sorry doesn’t fix this,” you snapped, your patience was already running thin, barely hanging on by a thread. “I have been providing for you because I want nothing but the best for you. But what you did was careless, and you disrespected everything I’ve done for you. You didn’t even ask me before borrowing that money, and then you just blatantly assumed I would handle it. You do this every time to me, you always get me into awkward and humiliating situations.”

She bit her lip, her attitude wavering. “I know, but you make so much—”

“That’s not the point!” You cut her off, about to lose your cool but Oscar had managed to calm you down by softly caressing your back. “Yes, I make good amount of money, but that money just doesn’t magically appear. I have worked hard, harder than you can imagine, to get to where I am. Do you want to know what’s worse? What’s worse is that you’re not even thinking about how hard it is to earn that money, how I burn myself off everyday. So I’m making you earn it back.” You slid the contract towards her.

“What’s this?” She looked down at it, then back at you, looking all confused.

“It’s an agreement,” you said. “I’ve decided to give you the five thousand dollars. Consider what you bought from that money as a gift, because I know you’ve been doing well in school, and it’s been a while since I’ve given you anything. But this will never happen again. You owe me that money, and you're going to pay it back. Every cent of it, with interest.” Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, but you cut her off before she could even speak.

“This is not negotiable. I’m still going to support you, I’m still going to pay for your tuition, but you need to learn how hard it is to earn this kind of money. You’re going to work for it, and I'll expect proof—payslips, records—everything. If you miss a payment, there will be penalties added, and if you refuse or try to make a fool out of me, I’m not afraid to take legal action.”

“You’d sue me? Your own sister?” She stared at you in disbelief.

“Yes, I would,” you said coldly. “I don’t want to, but you’ve left me with no choice. You are already eighteen and will turn nineteen in two months, you are already capable of knowing what’s right and wrong. You need to understand that I’m not going to bail you out every time you mess up, this is your responsibility now.”

For a long moment, she didn’t say anything. Her face was a mix of shock and anger, but you could tell the gravity of the situation was already starting to sink in.

“I’m not trying to be harsh,” you said softly, leaning forward. “But I’ve been in your shoes, and I know firsthand how hard life can be. I have shielded you from that, and maybe that was my mistake. But if you’re going to succeed in this world, you need to understand that nothing is free, nothing in life is free. Everything comes with a cost.”

Oscar then leaned forward, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “Look, we’re not doing this to hurt you,” he added, tone gentle but firm. “But this is a wake-up call. You need to understand how your sister has worked so hard, and how important it is that you start contributing. No one’s saying you have to do it alone, but you have to start doing something.”

Your sister’s eyes shifted between the two of you, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of guilt in her expression. She glanced back down at the contract, and you handed her a pen.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll do it. I’ll pay you back.” Her attitude and defiance slowly faded from her face.

“Good.” You nodded, “then sign it.”

She hesitated for only a moment before scribbling her signature across the bottom of the contract. You felt a strange mixture of relief and sadness, knowing you had to be this tough, but also hoping it would be the turning point she needed.

“You can stay with us while you’re in Monaco,” you told her, “but I expect you to find a job as soon as possible. If you fail to keep up with your end of the deal, there will be consequences. Understood?”

“Understood.” She nodded, though her expression was still a mix of resentment and defeat.

You exhaled, feeling a small sense of relief wash over you. This wasn’t easy, and you hated having to be this strict with her, but it had to be done. Oscar wrapped his arm around you, his touch grounding as soon as you watched your sister head towards the guest room.

“You did the right thing,” he said quietly.

“I hope so,” you whispered, leaning into him. “I just want her to grow up.”

“Don’t worry, she will.” Oscar assured you, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. “With you as her sister, she doesn’t have much of a choice,”

Later that evening, the apartment finally fell quiet, dinner was definitely awkward and quiet, but with your sister already tucked away in the guest room, the weight of everything you had said and done began to settle in. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, heart heavy and mind replaying what had happened earlier over and over. The way your sister had looked at you—hurt and angry—it cut deeper that you were willing to admit.

You had always been strong, but this strength had come with a cost. Now, sitting in the stillness of the night, the reality of your actions hit you like a tidal wave. It wasn’t just the contract or the money, it was the fear—the fear that in trying to teach her a lesson, you might have pushed her too far. That in being the disciplinarian, you had damaged something that might never fully recover or heal.

Oscar entered the room quietly, sensing the shift in your mood. He sat beside you, his presence had always been comforting, but it wasn’t enough to stop the flood of emotions you had been holding back.

“Was I too harsh, Osc?” You whispered, voice barely audible.

He frowned slightly, tilting his head to look at you. “No, you weren’t. She needed to hear all of it.”

“I know,” you replied, voice trembling. “But what if I lose her because of this? What if she hates me for it?”

You felt your tears welling up again, but this time you couldn’t stop them anymore. They spilled down your cheeks, unchecked, as you finally let go of the tension and frustration you had been carrying.

“I’m not being harsh to punish her, I just want her to understand how hard life is, how much I’ve sacrificed. But what if all she sees is me being cruel?”

Oscar pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as you broke down. You rested your head on his chest, sobs coming in waves, guilt and fear crashing over you. You had always been strong for so long—too long—and now, it felt like everything was unraveling.

“She’s my baby sister,” you choked out between sobs. “I don’t want to lose her. But I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want her to think I’m just some heartless person who only cares about money.”

Oscad held you tighter, his voice calm and steady as he spoke. “She won’t hate you. Not forever. She’s upset now, sure. But she’s young, and right now, she probably doesn’t understand why you’re doing this. But she will, trust me. One day, she’ll look back at it and realize that you did this because you love her.”

You shook your head, your chest tightening with the weight of your emotions. “I feel like I’m always the one who has to be the bad guy. I never get to be the one who’s just there for her, to support her without judgment.”

Oscar stroked your hair gently, his voice soothing. “You’ve done more for her than anyone else ever could. You’ve given her everything. You’re not the bad guy, you’re her protector, even when it means being tough on her. Yeah, maybe this will cause a rift for now, but it won’t last. She’ll come around, she’ll see that you’re doing this because you care.”

You pulled away slightly, wiping at your tear-streaked face. “What if she doesn’t?”

“She will,” Oscar said firmly. “But even if it takes time, you can’t keep beating yourself up for doing what’s right. You’re teaching her a lesson that no one else will. You’re giving her the tools to grow up, to be responsible. Sometimes, that means being tough. That’s tough love.”

You nodded, but the guilt still gnawed at you. “I just wish I didn’t have to be this person all the time. The one who fixes things, who keeps everyone in line.”

“I know. But you’re not doing this alone anymore, okay? I’m here. Whenever it feels like it’s too much, rest on me. You can always rest on me.”

You leaned into him again, his warmth easing the ache that you’re feeling inside of you. “I just hope she understands someday,” you whispered.

“She will,” Oscar said softly, kissing the top of your head. “And until then, you’ve done what you needed to do. You’ve set her on the right path, and that’s what matters.”

As the tears slowly subsided, you felt a flicker of hope, knowing that even though this was hard, it was necessary. Even if your sister doesn't see it now, you could only hope that one day, she would understand that everything you did was out of love.

The weight on your shoulders became a little lighter, knowing that Oscar was right. Even if it took time, even if there were still battles to fight, you knew you weren’t facing them alone anymore, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to breathe. You had done what needed to be done. Now it was up to your sister to follow through.

[minkiverse]

CHOI JONGHO FIC RECS

You can find other Ateez fic recs HERE!

I can't believe I finally finished a fic rec list for every member of ateez 😭😭 (even though i thought it would be done sooner but i was waiting for a comeback announcement AND NOW i am finishing this days before the release ☠️☠️) I just have to do part two's for each of them ha 🫠🫠 n e ways, cutie patootie jonggi is here!! my lil teddy bear that deserves all the love in the world 🥹🥹🥹 As always please show a lot a love to these authors!!!!

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please review all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Aspects of Desire - @sxcret-garden 🔥💗Ongoing

I don't usually gravitate towards these kinks in fic, because its not my preference. Despite that, i love this fic!!!! what it does so incredibly well to me is the communication. everything about this is so intimate and there is so much care in how they love and respect each other 🥺🥺 this is just an amazing exploration into kink and i cant applaud it more 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Whirlwind - @ennysbookstore ⛈️💗 Office AU ✧ Ongoing

how this authors writes any office/workplace au is so incredible 😩😩 the tension between these two is so interesting like they always bicker and get on each other's nerves but eat lunch together and like theyre so cute i looooove them 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Maudit - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗🍑 Mythology AU ✧ Cursed!Jongho

idk how this author thinks of these plots that get me so fucking hooked with just mainly text threads like its crazy its so GOOD!!! like every character has interesting plots and each reveal im just sat staring at my phone like 😮

chained pt. 2 - @sunshineyuyu 🔥💗 College AU ✧ Friends to Lovers

while working on this list, i found out this had a part two i never read (it will be in the queue by the time this posts 🙏🙏) but that was one of the happiest surprises because this couple 😩😩😩 the tension was just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i was yelling at my phone "JUST FUCK ALREADY" afgdghdfdfhhg

Break You Down + Build You Up - @sxcret-garden ✨🔥⛈️💗 Professional Dom!Reader

this was a life changing fic for me 😩😩 like considering how rare a sub!jongho fic is and just how much depth there is to this fic just wow👏👏👏 their dynamic is so good and how they get closer and how they become vulnerable with each other AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I FUCKING LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES/ETC

receive nudes from Jongho everyday - @k-hotchoisan ✨🔥

the fact that the first jongho fic i reblogged is a fav is incredible BUT GOD I DONT CARE ITS SO FUCKING HOT!!! the idea of him just being randomly horned up and sending pics to you WHILE YOUR WORKING 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 the visuals in this will genuinely never leave i need jongho posting gym selfies on insta like the other guys STAT!

Apricity - @atzfilm 🔥⛈️ Fantasy AU

Unprotected sex with Jongho - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

choi jongho boyfriend texts - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

edging jongho - @ateezscupid 🔥

cock warming w/jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

minor nuisance - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥⛈️💗

periods w/jongho - @beenbaanbuun 💗

touch and sketch - @k-hotchoisan 🔥 Artist!Jongho

adorable - @i-luvsang 💗

Day 19: Masturbation/Edging - @all-about-kyu 🔥

riding w/ jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

break up with him - @byuntrash101 🔥⛈️ Infidelity AU

Adrenaline Rush - @mingtinysworld 🔥💗

oh shit, are we in love? - @mingigoo ✨🔥💗 College AU ✧ Basketball Player!Jongho

like i said in my reblog this is PEAK idiots to lovers asadffgfdgh THEYRE SO FUCKING ADORABLE!!! im totally fine and definetly not feeling even more single than normal after rereading this haha 😔😔😔😔😔

boyfriend texts 4 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

random bf!jongho texts - @bombuni 🍑

for what it's worth - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Anti-Hero!Jongho

Cyberpunk - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Sci-fi AU ✧ Droid!Jongho

my goalie - @vampzity 💗 College AU ✧ Soccer Player!Jongho

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

boyfriend texts 5 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

the fight w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️💗

random bf!jongho texts (pt.2) - @bombuni 🍑

Untitled - @bombuni 🔥

Back from the Dead - @essenteez ✨🔥⛈️ Vampire!Jongho

ive never been really into vampires (i blame that on never having a twilight phase 😔) but when its written good its just 🤌🤌 this is jongho is just so seductive like and the smut is so good ohmygod😵‍💫😵‍💫

the pool w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

Forever boy - @yun-fangz 🔥

...ramen before you go? - @mingigoo 🔥💗🍑 Neighbor AU

Untitled - @cuddlyjongho 🔥

do it by yourself - @domm1etae 🔥

Jongho twitter links - @yun-fangz 🔥

get close to me - @honeyhotteoks 🔥 Enemies to Lovers AU

Just one more - @mingtinysworld 🔥

halloween w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

random bf texts - @nightbeforethend 🍑

Feverish - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Phone Sex w/ Jongho - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥 CEO!Jongho ✧ Sex Worker!Reader

Untitled - @bombuni 🔥

Untitled - @ateezscupid 🔥

say yes - @bombuni 💗 College AU

enticement - @bombuni 🔥

Untitled - @hongism 🔥

Untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 💗

Untitled - @yun-fangz 🔥

first time with jongho - @vampzity 🔥

All Along, It's Been You - @yuyusbabygirl ✨🔥💗 Friends to Lovers AU

this fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 like how would you not fall in love with jongho AND HIS CONSTANT TOUCHING I WOULD START CRYiNG BEGGING HIM TO KisS ME 😩😩😩😩

Driven Wild - @crimsonbubble 🔥 CEO!Jongho

Untitled - @crimsonbubble 🔥

Untitled - @venusentranced 🔥

Always, Again - @yunholic-jongholic 🔥💗

Teasing Turns to Triumph - @yunholic-jongholic 🔥💗

cry for love - @koyagifs ⛈️

tear you apart - @bombuni 🔥

Baby, I'm Yours - @kysstar 💗

[off-bunnyhopper]

Why am i stressed to post this

Fanart of @echo-exco 's glorious healer!reader fic (got the motivation to draw all that when seeing @unknownsorrow 's own fanart 🙏 go give these two some love)

Why is tumblr the ultimate obliterator of image quality😭 click on it if u want to be able to see the details..

(2 versions bc i realised the pic was crazy blue when i sent it from tablet to phone and i tweaked out)

Dropping my only thoughts ever (random fun facts abt the process and some symbolism) under the cut

Okay so before we start id like to say that i can NOT word sentences to save my life so i may sound like im spitting out random letters

Anyway😝

I wanted to make fanart but didnt want it to just be healer just standing there or striking a pose or smt since i most likely dont have the same interpretation of her appearence as the author and itd lowkey just be silly to send art of a what id feel like would be a random anime girl💔

I decided i wanted to try and add lore into it so i quickly got the thought of showing readers healing ability in this like super bright light and the crazy ahh agony it puts the patients through

(yes the other ppl drawn are randoms i didnt think much of what their design would be when drawing em😭🙏)

And ohhh my god even tho i knew what i wanted to draw i could nawtt figure out the composition like holy shit THE BASIC SKETCH TOOK 2 HOURSS💀💀

I WAS SOO UNCERTAIN ON WHAT I WANTED FYM TWO HOURS FOR THISSS

It looks so ass too and i kept changing it💔 still not sure on if i fw with the final composition of the drawing but goolly dally do i not care anymore

OKAY SO i had lots of thoughts when drawing (crazy event) so im gonna yap about them 💪

I usually dont do that since most of my art is oc art and no ones reading 3k words of lore attached to comprehend why one hairstrand is blue (hyperbole) but less (unrelated) chatter and more (interesting) chatter

I tried to portray healer!reader in this almost divine way to like maybe show what her "patients" first thought might be when they hear of a girl with the power to immediatly heal them (i dont actually know how masahi or wthvr his name is got injured people to healer so i might sound really stupid if theyre just kidnapped or smt lmao)

Her abilities may make her seem like the ultimate solution but what u dont immediatly see (in the drawing) and/or realise (in the context) is the cost of this power (the big ouchie)

I dont think healer sees herself as this grandiose miracle bringer or anything of the sort when she heals like she lowkeys just masashis tool wether she realises it or not😭 her nurse uniform isnt even a proper one

I like to think that masashi tweaked her outfit to doll her up a bit since she doesnt really need clothes up to regulation (and bc he doesnt really take her seriously i feel like)

Like look at this

She has huge sleeves, no gloves her hair isnt even tied up and shes getting all close to a (formerly) gravely injured person like diva truly dont give a fuck😭 (i was debating on if i should add a big bow on her back but decided otherwise cause i think she herself would refuse to have one lol🧍‍♀️)

In the drawing shes like grabbing someones arm and i tried to make her hold look both harsh (put not very visible red streaks on the skin below her finger) and forgiving (shes not really pulling at the arm and the higher hand doesnt even look like its seizing the other person)

The red is so invisible oh my days

I dont think she actually needs to touch a person to restore their body but idk its been years since i last read bsd 🧍‍♀️ the hold is mostly there for the imagery like it can be so many things just interpret it as you want (it can help the angelic imagery by looking like shes holding the person to reassure them but it can also just be that the person may have tried to punch her in their panic so shes holding them in place or smt)

I highkey just talked abt healer and the person shes holding but theres other ppl lurking in the darkness so ill briefly mention them yk

As u can see below, the moment between the two people in the light is sort of "interupted" by others who are either obstructing the view or reaching to be seen

Whats happening between healer and the current patient isnt anything new or unique, its not something u see once and then never again. the others are still within view, still affected but unable to truly bask in the light. They remain hidden but still visible to whoever sees the bigger picture (i think it was mentionned in the fic that there were reports of people healing crazy fast but they had this empty look in their eyes? Smt like that? So like u can be aware of what getting that remedy does to someone but still not fully understand and goshh i cant put into words what im thinking)

I saved this as a draft and it fucked up the pictures i put and put them all in random orders (if it does that when i click post im reposting this with a picture of my reaction) (EDIT: IT DID OH MY GOSH WHY DOES IT KEEP DOING THIS) so now i dont feel like typing more in here👎 (everyone cheered)

"Why is one of them naked?" "Why is the light not on the girls head?" "Why is there 1 person with blood all around her?" "Shouldnt the others be bloody too?" "Wheres this random ahh beam of light coming from?" "Whats ur credit card number?" "Why do the naked girl have an earring u probably didnt see before reading this question?" "Why am i talking to myself?"

OMG I FORGOT TO SAY BUT THIS WAS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT GRAYSCALE (When u add lights and shadows in black and white and then the colors) AND I HAD A WOOPING NINETYYY (90) COLOR CORRECTING LAYERS LIKE WHAT??? IM NOT EVEN COUNTING THE COLOR LAYER JUST THE CRAZY AMOUNT OF COLOR BURNS MULTIPLIES AND OVERLAYS LIKE😭😭😭 (Imagine my reaction when i sent the pic of the drawing to my phone and ir fucked up every color and turned everything dark blue💀💀)

[naw-naw-honeyimgood]

very eensy rant afoot but god do i hate that caitvi stans LOVE dumbing vi down and also ignoring Kaitlyn red flags.

like usually i stay pretty damn far away from it, but there's like one and a half fics i follow despite having caitvi in them. one's a fic that hysterically doubles down on Kaitlyn's dictator arc, makes her worse, and yet still i guess somehow she's gonna get redemption and it pisses me off but i read it for vi & jinx sister stuff with a dash of isha. the other one's a long series of shorter fics that usually centers around jinx&isha with caitvi off to the side, but some of the installments.... UGH

example: the latter series updated semi-recently with a four-parter and i waited till it was done to read it, but it was so aggravating... in this fic jinx and Kaitlyn are on... not amicable terms, but they tolerate each other due to isha and vi, and one thing that happened is jinx set up a pneumatic tube between them so they could communicate. and in this installment vi uses it and... has to be shown how to use it????

"Vi sent a message ahead of time through the tube. It was her first time using it, and it was a little confusing. She wrote the message but couldn’t figure out how to latch the canister once putting it inside, and Caitlyn had to show her how to send it off." and boy was i grinding my teeth the entire fucking time because.... are you fucking kidding? her first time using it???? did this author not fucking watch season 1 episode 2???????? she CANONICALLY sent that fucking message to grayson! this is like the aggravating-ass post where some caitvi!bitchass headcannoned that vi couldn't READ.

and then the overarching plot of the ficlet is that Kaitlyn notices that something's going on in the undercity (a buttload of incoming shipments for machinery), can't figure out what it's for, sends a message to Jinx to be told "not to worry about it" and proceeds to insist on sticking her fucking nose in anyway. "oh, its a mix of her ENFORCER INSTINCTS and KIRAMANN PRIDE loololl, she just can't it go!! :DD" like god dammnit you nosey bitch you dont need to know everything thats going on in the section of the city that's being oppressed.

and she NEEDS TO KNOW, SO BAD, that she asks vi to go sniff around to find out whats going on down there, even though vi apparently in this fic doesn't like going down there? feels unwelcome??? mind you, this fic deviates after season 1 so vi never donned a shitty badge. the only Undercity resident we even really see her interact with besides jinx and isha is sevika, who obviously doesn't like her for multiple obvious reasons, but sevika's not exactly the whole-ass undercity. ntm this is the first time vi's expressed reluctance in going to the undercity in this *checks* 33 part series.

like i almost want to go "make it make sense author!!!" but for one i am but a humble reader perusing what is graciously and freely provided so im not gonna complain directly to them. and also i do not care enough about the caitvi crap in the fic to want them to make sense.

sorry for the rant lol i just needed to vent- that pneumatic tube thing pissed me TF off ^^"

[slipperyenvelope]

Ok author imma be as down to earth honest frfr on god genuine and truthful as I've ever been when I say ts while virtually and spiritually holding your hand

I'VE OFFICIALLY ACCEPTED YOUR RENDITION OF KRIS AS MY CANON. IT IS GENUINELY SO PEAK AND MAKES ME FEEL ALL GIDDY INSIDE AND I CAN'T STOP RE READING YOUR FANFICS ALL OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN IM OVERDOSING IM OVERDOSING IM IM 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 QUEUE THE RALSEI EXPLODING GIF

Aherm. On a more clearer note.

YOU'RE GENUINELY SUCH A WONDERFUL AUTHOR AND I CANNOT EXPRESS IT CORRECTLY. Any language utterly fails to capture how much I simply adore your writing. The characterization of kris is SIMPLY just right : not over the top obvious goon-slope or mischaracterization to make them fit the plot, instead I can genuinely see you try and envision how they'd act when In love and that just means so much to me SKKSKSKS. The plot doesn't immediately force the x reader parts and instead slowly builds up to it and the flow is so natural it's almost like I AM there. It is so tooth-rottingly sweet and delectable Im ill. /Pos. honestly my favorite oneshot of yours definitely has to be "the other side of paradise" LIKE HELLO. Seriously. Did you make it in the lab because it is naturally impossible to make such a seamless blend of fluff WITH THE BEST ANGST POTENTIAL AT THE END. LIKE IT WAS THE FIRST OF YOURS I'VE EVER READ AND THE CLIFF HANGER HAD ME PACING AROUND MY HOUSE LIKE WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT. HOW AM I MEANT TO FUNCTION NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENS TO THE PAIR AFTERWARDS. DOES THE READER FIND OUT ABOUT THE SOUL SOMEHOW? I MEAN THEY DEFINITELY KNOW SOMETHING'S CHANGED SO THEY'RE PROBABLY AWARE OF IT TO A DEGREE MOST LIKELY NOT KNOWING OF THE SOUL SPECIFICALLY BUT KNOWING THAT IS NOT THEIR KRIS. AND IMAGINE THE PAIN KRIS MIGHT BE GOING THROUGH WHILE THIS. OH GOD IM SO FUCKED OVER IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

plus the fact you don't misgender them brings me joy. SERIOUSLY THE AMOUNT OF IT IVE SEEN PAINS ME PERSONALLY. LIKE GOD JUST LET THEM BE THEIR ENBY SELF FFS ITS NOT THAT HARD.

... But yeah idk if any of what I've said is weird or doesn't make any sense but erm.....

🎖️

Have my badge of honor as one of my favorite writers on this site my dear author <3 (/p ofc)

THIS ISNT A NEW FIC IM SORRY IF I DISSAPOINT ANYONE LMAOO but i just wanted to talk about myself and u guys for a sec :)) at the end will be some info about my plans for the next two weeks or so, so if ur only interested in the fics (its ok if u r, im not offended lol) then check that out if u want <33

so as u can probably tell, i try to respond to asks through my fics if i think theyre related in some way. if its someone complimenting my writing, i usually dont feel inclined to post it bc i dont think anyone but me and the asker actually cares about it lol (but dont feel discouraged from doing so, i still go through my inbox and every single ask brings a smile to my face ily guys so much)

but with that being said, its asks like THIS that make me so happy i cant even describe w words how grateful i am :((

nolongersillister U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS MADE MY MORNING !!!!!! i think ive said this before, but i so so so appreciate when people say im a talented writer, but one of the most IMPORTANT things to me is characterization, pacing, and buildup (which is ironic bc i have a lovehate relationship w slowburns lmao). so genuinely thank u so much for this bc its the most gratifying thing to me as an author :(( <333

and honestly posting the other side of paradise i was completely ready for it to flop LMAOO but im really glad u liked it!!! i either do disgustingly fluffy fics or angst ass so it was rlly fun to blend the two in that fic :0

also is it NOT weird. if anyone reading this is thinking about sending me an absolute essay of appreciation, i will EAT IT UP LIKE IVE BEEN STARVING IN THE SAHARA DESERT. so PLEASE SEND, its comments and asks like this that keep me motivated to continue writing :)

...and for what most of youve been waiting for...

fic info time !!! SOO i somehow reached 100 followers (its more than that now bc im late) and idk how that happened lol BUT THANK U GUYS !?! literally didnt know how tumblr worked before bc i almost never used it but DAMN IM APPARENTLY DOING SOMETHING RIGHT

although im not in love with writing 500k word, hundred chapter fics, i thought this owed for a little celebration !!! :o

life might get a bit busy for the next two weeks; im going on vacation and obv gotta keep some sort of social life, so im preparing as such

NOW. im planning a sorta-plot-heavy (not really, its just more plot than my other fics), 3 part fic, fluff-but-mostly-angst BOMB. i want to spend today finalizing my outline and start the first part, but ultimately i want to get the bulk of it done by this weekend. my plan is to release parts maybe every other day while im on vacay so i dont have to worry about depriving u guys of stuff

it might be a bit unrealistic, but im gonna try. even if im not done the 2nd/3rd part, i may post the 1st just to give u guys something, as i try to post every week give or take

and PS ill still go through my inbox eventually and respond to everyone, but just know if youve sent me something, ive totally smiled at it like a loser :)) <333

ily guys, pls make sure to do ur daily dose of kris doomscrolling

[juicebox342]

I have avoided making this account for.... Genuinely, I don't even know how long...and YET it took one fanfic. One fanfic. For me to drop everything and immediately make an account because I simply cannot scream into the void about how absolutely amazing "Closed In and Terrified (Fearless and Undefined)" ((this is me aggressively shaking your shoulders with every syllable)). I have never fallen in love with a fanfic so deeply before and all of my 13 years of reading. Every single chapter had me screaming. I swear my reading comprehension time has doubled for how fast I have read this whole fic and how many times I had to cover the screen to not read ahead with the anticipation of what was going to happen next. I usually only read completed works, but something in the universe told me to not click that button today and I am so elated that I didn't. (Not to mention on the edge of my fucking seat because holy shit). I could break down every single thing in every chapter that I have absolutely loved to pieces (rip Jinu) but I don't want to end up writing you a full-length and novel in your inbox. So I will instead leave you with thank you so much and also many curses upon you for leaving me to process the Honmoon speaking to Rumi (The glitch text was an absolutely amazing touch) and specifically this fucking line that fucking unraveled me "One Passes One Follows One Unravels". (I read this line literally one minute before I had to be in a professional meeting and seriously did not think I was going to be able to hold it together). Reading this one, fic alone has been an absolute delight/heartbreak and I cannot wait to read more of it and more of your works (The writing is destroying me. The author's notes are holding me together istg you are hilarious)

Oh my god. Okay hang on this is monumental because I’m like. 90% sure that this is the first ask I’ve ever received about one of my fics. So first and foremost- Thank You So Much??? Holy Hell.

Secondly, welcome to tumblr! It’s chaos here but I adore it. And I’m So Unbelievably Honored that my fic was what made you create a tumblr lmfao. I’m kicking my feet and giggling istg.

For anyone reading this post, here’s the link for Closed In and Terrified (Fearless and Undefined)

Anyway, thank you so much for taking a chance on my fic!! I’ve poured a lot of love into it so far. And I had to lay down after writing the “one dies one follows one unravels” line. I was possessed when I wrote it I swear. My condolences about the business meeting LMFAO.

Also please feel free to leave full reviews literally wherever?? I am SO ecstatic about this message, so seriously, thank you again.

I’m still working on chapter four- if you follow me on AO3, or looked through my tumblr, you may have noticed that I posted the first chapter for a different fic- Chasing The Sun- last night. I’ve got so much in my brain at the moment. These girls make me Unwell and I’m so here for it.

Chapter four is making progress, it’s a little slow going because the heatwave in my area is triggering my pain really bad so I’m having a hard time focusing 24/7, but I’m also a bit of a perfectionist, so I wanna make sure it’s Phenomenal before I hit post, like usual. (I have a reputation to maintain, after all)

And yeah the author’s notes are kinda My Lifeline Too tbh. I try to properly warn my readers of what’s ahead, and also remind them that I’m a (mostly) normal person at the same time, and also lift spirits a little bit after the Several Bricks Being Thrown Through Windows that was my writing haha.

But seriously, thank you so much for sending me an ask, and I’m so thrilled you’re enjoying the story so far!! I hope to hear more from you!!

[simpforpeterp]

Simon Petrikov x Reader

Nostalgia

summary: a short but sweet one shot in which you’re simon’s neighbor, a human. and human’s in a post apocalyptic world can find funny ways to connect

warnings: usage of beautiful but not gender specific, the briefest mention of 9/11????

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: i really want to see more simon x reader so i’ll be the change i want to see in the world /j but anyway this isn’t the fic i had the dream about but something different also if you spot the djats reference i will give you a million kisses also PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

You stroll outside, shutting the door behind you and it’s sunny. It’s nice, it’s not blinding and the wind is blowing a slight chill. You make your way to the side of your house where your trash cans are and immediately see something in the window next door. Your neighbor is sitting there reading. You look down for a moment and when you look back up, he’s looking back. You wave and smile to not be mean or anything and he puts up his pointer finger before setting his book down and walking away.

Fuck. You didn’t want to interact with him today. And maybe not ever. It’s not anything personal. You mean it in the most honest way that anyone could mean it when you say that it’s not him, it’s you. It feels too awkward. Is he gonna talk about the Ice King? Is he gonna cry if it gets brought up?

Within seconds, his door is open and he steps down into the grass between the houses. He walks closer and smiles at you again despite the slightly awkward silence and the crunching of the grass as he walks closer.

“Hi, neighbor.” He grins.

“Hi, how’s it going?” You calmly reply.

“Good, good. Have we met?” He asks.

“Um…sort of.” You tilt your head and squint the slightest bit.

“Was I…” He starts but can’t seem to finish, it’s too much.

“Yeah.” You nod awkwardly.

“Oh. Well, I hope I- he, didn’t make too bad of an impression.” He laughs nervously.

“He kind of did but you’re doing well so far.” You laugh and he can’t help but join, looking at the ground for a moment.

“You’re human, right?” He asks.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“I’m a witch. A human witch.” She explains.

“Is that how you survived the mushroom war?” He asks.

“No, I just stood out in the open and yelled until anyone and everyone could hear me and come find me.” You smirk.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like it would help you at all.” His face is pure and utter confusion.

“I was kidding. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You reach your hand out to him.

“I’m Dr. Simon Petrikov. It’s nice to meet you, I’ve seen you through the window but I’ve never said hi or anything. That wasn’t meant to be creepy, I just mean, shit. You leave the blinds open a lot and I like to read by my window. I’m aware that this doesn’t sound any less creepy than before, I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“Well, Dr. Simon Petrikov, it’s nice to meet you too. And it’s a good thing I’m usually fully clothed then or else this would probably be more awkward. Anyway, I’ll be right back, I’m gonna take these out.” You point to the trash and recycling bins.

“Here, I can help.” He puts one hand on the trash can, ready to pull it.

“Oh, thank you.” You smile before putting your hand on the recycling can.

You silently drag the cans onto the driveway and then to the end. He watches you in the corner of his eye as they do. You’re beautiful. And maybe it’s just the way the sun is shining to make you look effortlessly radiant but you look incredible. He had noticed that about you before but never like this.

You look at him as the two of you leave them at the end with a smile. And you do it with no shame. You look at him and smile like you’ve never had to worry about the awkward dance of one person looking and the other looking away, that whole back and forth. Like you’ve got this natural way of holding his gaze, as if it's a secret language only you share, leaving him silently longing for that same self-assured charm. You’re pulling him in like a moth to a flame. And it’s so weird, he doesn’t understand it.

“Do you know a lot about me already?” He abruptly turns to ask you as you place the bins side by side.

“Should I?” You ask with the smallest laugh that pulls him in more.

“I- I don’t know.” He shrugs.

“Are you busy right now? Other than the reading and watching me by the window?” You joke.

“No, I’m not just, and I’m sorry about that again.” He replies sheepishly.

“Wanna get breakfast with me? Or coffee? Whatever it is that you take with your books.” You grin.

“That would be nice,” A small smile grows across his face. “There’s a good mom-and-pop place down the road if you want to go there.”

“Okay, cool. Let me just go get my bag.” You nod before quickly turning to go back to your house. You do a quick little run to the door before shutting it. Simon just uses this opportunity to make sure he doesn’t forget his wallet inside.

“Table for two?” The hostess asks and Simon almost shivers. He hasn’t heard that in a minute. You nod with a hum and a smile before the older woman grabs two menus and silverware wrapped in napkins.

She leads the way to a small booth by a window, showing the beautiful day outside. You slide into the booth as Simon does the same across from you. Their waitress immediately asks for your drink orders while placing the menus down.

“I’ll just have coffee, please.” Simon smiles.

“Can I please have an iced tea with three lemons?” You ask and Simon can’t help but smile wider before the waitress heads back to the kitchen.

“Three lemons? That’s specific.”’

“Iced tea, three lemons. Club soda, two limes. Martini with two olives and an onion. I'm particular about my drinks,” She laughs. “I'm particular about a lot of things.”

“I am too. Just wait until my coffee gets here.” He grins.

He plays into your every word, your every topic of conversation. You remind him of home. Of the way things used to be before the mushroom war. And you have this confidence that he can’t understand. In simpler terms, you’re absolutely enchanting him.

The conversation is effortless. It’s easy to get wrapped up in the back and forth and talk about things from your past. Things that no one else here could possibly remember. The nonsensical chatter is addicting to him. He hates to admit it but damn, has he missed feeling human.

You talk about what could be considered the dumbest things. You discuss the best and the worst of the nineties. Your favorite shows, songs, movies, just anything and everything pop culture. You even, of course, had to talk about the mandatory question of where you were during 9/11. Simon was always so focused on other things, he’s never talked about pop culture like this. But because no one ever understands certain niche things from the past, he’s bringing up everything.

Simon would be the last person you’d expect to even say the name Paris Hilton but in a few minutes, he’s talking about her. But he admittedly doesn’t have too much to say about things that aren’t in his line of work or other more academic things. Once the OJ Simpson trial gets brought up, he has more to say.

Your food comes and goes, neither of you really caring about that. You get wrapped up in this. You talk and talk and talk and it never seems to run dry. It’s nice.

“This has been…incredible.” Simon sighs.

“It really has been. I miss talking about stupid shit like this.” You laugh.

“I didn’t even realize how much I missed it until today.” He can’t help but smile at you.

“We should do this again. This was…really nice.” You tell him.

“I would love to.”

[celestie0]

First time asker but long time reader 😭 I’m sorry that you got that shitty ask. It’s such a weird fucking thing to ask someone “hey when are you making these two fuck?” like… does that not feel weird to type out?

The gojo x reader tag has at least 5 explicit smut fics minimum daily, go read through those if you genuinely need sex in everything you read (it’s time to reflect on the porn addiction you have).

Regardless, I’ve been reading your fics on Ao3 and I absolutely LOVE the banter between gojo and reader 😭 it flows so fucking well I can feel the chemistry radiating from my screen. When I first started reading IHM, I was also an ancient hag like reader (29) so I found myself able to really relate to her. Usually when I envision Y/N, it’s a random person in their place but with this fic specifically idk why I lowkey insert myself? Everything she does, I would probably do the same and it makes me nervous (in a good way) that I’m gonna get attached to gojo and y/n’s relationship 😭

I absolutely love how gojo provides the security Y/N so desperately needs in the span of the fic. She has been suffocating on her own for so long that he just provides some fresh air. Dare I say meant to be?

The domesticity is everything and I like how we’re learning more about him alongside Y/N. So far we’ve seen just how supportive gojo has been and I’m excited to see how y/n comes through for him because my spidey senses (and your amazing writing) shows me that he has some baggage and it might resurface soon.

The build up to them realizing they love each other is making me giggle and kick my feet. I will happily eat whatever you feed us, thank you for sharing your writing with us. You absolutely have a talent for writing and fleshing out characters/relationships.

I appreciate you and will do my best to support you vocally from here on out 🥹 have a great week pls!

hi my love!! first of all thank you SO much for this supportive message, i srs teared up when i read it 😭 idk if that’s embarrassing to admit lololdjfsdfh but yea omg yesterday was rough so i can’t tell u how much it means to me

i agree on the porn addict thing omg like i love smut as much as the next person, but likeee to go into an author inbox after they just posted a 14k chap of their fic n say “are we gonna get smut soon?” like 💀 that’s sortaaaaa. i’m getting porn addiction vibes

aaaaaaaa i’m so happy you’re enjoying the banter in ihm :’’) and that you’re able to see yourself in reader’s shoes!! that’s such a wonderful thing n one of the aims of my writing ♥️ ♥️ also pls 29 is not ancient hag oml i mean there will be lots of rhetoric in ihm where reader thinks she’s old but like ultimately i want the message of the series to be that it’s never too late to start over and find happiness & joy :) i think that really applies to everything and everyone. and ahhh yes there will be some pretty angst stuffs BUT there will be happy ending <33

yes ihm gojo def got some baggage 😂😂 i need my men like that LOL. but thank you so much for being excited to see how reader comes through for him as well!! i know she’s going through a lot on her own, and that can sometimes cause her to neglect the things outside of her…but i think she has capacity to really be there for him too

oh my dear i really am so lucky to have you as a long time reader and i’m so grateful to hear your thoughts, but also please send them whenever you want to and without pressure <33 i will eat it tf up if/when you do but yea xD never feel burdened to! you have a wonderful week as well omg imma eat u fr

[zannolin]

7, 9, 33, 36, 39?

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

usually i pick who would be the most interesting, but also make the most sense for the story i'm telling. if there's certain information that needs to be conveyed and one character doesn't know it, i'm probably not going to write from their pov. if that makes sense. sometimes it just happens where i'm like "this would be better from an outsider pov" which is how harm's way ended up from jonathan's pov, and how north of desire wound up from caspian's. sometimes a character just takes over and i'm like oh okay so we're doing this now, which is how daniel ended up pov for objects in motion. it varies but usually i want the most interesting pov and the one that makes the most sense in the long run.

9. Do you comment on stories you read?

i try my best to comment on every fic i read if i enjoyed it even a little bit. i am a frequent clicker outer; if i'm not enjoying i will just leave, but if i make it to the end i think it deserves a comment to let the author know i enjoyed. comments can really brighten someone's day, as i know firsthand, so i try to let authors know they're appreciated.

33. Do you want to be published some day?

technically i already am. i mean it's an academic research paper. but that's a thing. idk i'm sending some poems and stuff to litmags and maybe a short story would be cool but i'm not really hoping to be a published career novelist someday. i think i'd be bad at it i don't want to talk to anyone or do book tours i just want to post and be done. the only yapping i like to do about my writing is on tumblr or in ao3 comment replies and authors these days seem to Have to be all over social media self-promoting and shit.

36. How do you write kissing scenes?

let me just say this now. I HATE WRITING KISSING SCENES. i need to go back to writing gen only because writing kisses is the WORST and i HATE IT and i'm just going "what the fuck is even going on" the entire time i try to do it. it makes no sense to me where is the appeal. blech.

that being said i do not talk about tongues. at all. if i can help it. i have discovered the more you talk about the kiss itself and the mechanics of it the weirder and grosser it feels so it's like, let's focus on maybe one specific sensory thing if there's a bite or something involved, but spend most of it talking about the Emotions not the body parts because nothing turns me off of a fic faster than tongues and shit.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

yeah okay here's something from the peterfic

The first fight isn’t even meant to be a fight. Peter hardly realizes what’s happening—one moment some bloke’s said something crass about Susan, and Peter, forgetting he’s not a king or an authority or even a man anymore, commands him to take it back. He doesn’t, and the next moment they’re on the ground in a great scuffle. There’s blood in Peter’s mouth, coating the backs of his teeth, and this—this is familiar. This is something he knows.

he's crazy and i love him

get to know your fic writer!

[independent-variables]

HELLO !!!

Having now finished binging all of your star wars fics, I come here asking for some recs. Just any of your favourites, bonus points if it will cause emotions (and tears).

Also can't stress enough how much I love your writing, it's so so brilliant <3

(this is neptunesenceladus btw, tumblr hates me and won't let me send asks with a side blog so you get this one)

HI!!! Good to see you, good to see you <3 Always happy to provide recs <3 <3 <3

I want you to know I went through my bookmarks and pulled like sixty fics and had a brief moment of panic, so this is not all of my recs just the first... thirty, or so. If none of these are appealing, oh boy, do I have more!

This list is not in any order other than bookmark order, most are on the shorter side, most are Gen and I am pretty sure all are complete. I tried to warn for stuff that could be a squick when I remembered.

False Dichotomy by nsmorig

Starting off strong with my favorite Cody fic of all time. If you read nothing else on this list I encourage you to read this (if the tags are not a squick) because it will re-shape your brain and shatter your heart into tiny pieces. Basic premise is Force Sensitive Cody gets captured by Dooku and survives torture, experimentation, and imprisonment while trying to figure out his relationship to the Force and to his personhood, and the ways those things are connected. 

What's in a Name by Sankt

This is about Fordo post war and it’s phenomenal characterization. 

The Last Poem of Jedha by schweinsty

How Bohdi Rook becomes a rebel and writes a poem. 

you're like a loaded gun by kazhan

Ok this is E and also Underage, so maybe it’s a skip, but it’s teen Boba/Cal trying to navigate sex and love and secret identities and it’s so fucked up and so good. 

chicken, cattle and cat by deniigiq

Obi-Wan and Maul living in domestic dis-harmony on Tatooine. What more could you ask. 

Little things [are the reason to live] by i_will_bite

Clone medics navigating a slightly hostile working environment and trying to make it less hostile T-T

Two brothers (and a kid) by meerlicht

What if. Waxer and Boil just stayed on Ryloth, with Numa. What then? 

with poise, with grace by andeemae

Stone falls through a hole in a roof and falls in love. Beautiful clone/OC romance and very cute kids, doesn’t shy away from the difficulties of being a clone in love with a civilian. Very much an inspiration for me.

second time around by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters

This is another one I wasn’t sure I wanted to put on here because it deals briefly with rape, but it’s such a wonderfully fucked up take on Anakin and Rex’s relationship. Or, how Vader views Rex. 

The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine

If you are looking for an epically long series to get invested in I highly recommend checking this one out. This series and its sister-series are some of the best characterization and worldbuilding for Jedi I have ever had the pleasure of reading and it is a fix-it in all the messy, hard, terrible ways people don’t usually write fix-its. 

Shape-Changer by Fialleril

This is a foundational fic for me. Incredible Tatooine worldbuilding. Inspired me to write the way I write. 

The Sun Is Bright, The Sun Is Blue by ambiguously

CUT AND SU ORIGIN STORY!!! 

most things may never happen: this one will by jaigeye

This is brutal but what if you were a droid and you had to dissect a person. 

Bad Deal by FettsOnTop (GTFF)

Boba/Lando my beloved. A brief look into their relationship and into Lando’s thoughts leading up to Han and them’s arrival. 

and the Force is with me by sauntering_down

Rex and Ahsoka and the way the war changed them, and what they can and cannot do in the aftermath. 

Twilight on Owl Creek Bridge by yellow_caballero

The Fox fic of all time. What if you were trapped in a time-loop with a ghost from the future but your life is so monotonous and simultaneously bizarre you don’t even notice. 

Fishhooks by yellow_caballero

The Boba fic of all time. This author does not write much for SW but every time they do it’s iconic. What if you were a teenager running away from home but also a perfect clone of your father created to be him but better but also his because you will never escape his body and his ownership and his love. What then. 

Staring into open flame by SLWalker

This is such a beautiful and heartbreaking read, it’s basically exploring what would have to happen for Maul and Obi-Wan to have a genuinely healthy and happy relationship post murder and bisection. 

Energy Drink Fox by carrinth

The crack comic of all time. What if Fox had space Monster.

lost cause by catboydogma

The foundational Dogma fic. The fic that got me wondering about how clones spend their time on Coruscant. 

the married au by dharmaavocado

Clone rebellion my beloved. Basic premise is the clones took over Kamino and then went out into the galaxy as a mercenary army of sorts. Rex and Cody are finding their place in the world, creating business partnerships, falling in love, manipulating public perception of clones. (Background clonecest, not between Rex and Cody.)

[declanscunt]

kenstewy fic recs?

oh god… so many… first of all anything and everything by ao3 authors leoandsnake (especially tsd i & tsd ii) and stewyonmolly (im particularly fond of lesbian kenstewy & their senses series)

MORE RECS UNDER CUT!!!

coefficient of variation by trill_gutterbug

summary:

"No, it's not—I just want to. It's not like, a thing, you know?"

"You want to lie here slobbering on my limp dick while I read forty-seven thrilling pages of Macroprudential Policy Regulation, but it's 'not a thing.'"

Kendall's face, already hot, pulsed feverish with a livid mix of embarrassment and arousal. He shut his eyes. "Something like that, yeah."

Telemachus’ Detachment by magnoliabud

summary:

There’s one thing Logan hasn’t used against Kendall yet: his relationship with Stewy. Kendall decides to jump in front of it.

Or: thirty years of something.

Set from the middle of Series 3, after the shareholder’s meeting.

tenderness of heart by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy,

My assistant said that you told her if I wasn’t using my phone “to at least send a fucking letter or some shit” and I don’t know whether you were joking or whatever but here. You know that being online is bad shit for me man. So here’s this: I’m OK. Is that good enough? Do you need a stool sample or something too? Vial of my blood? Let me know

Kendall Roy

*

Kendall goes offline. Stewy sends him letters.

we’ll meet in even greater darkness later by moonrocks

summary:

Kendall isn’t exactly sure what Stewy’s doing here, if this is a booty call for old times’ sake or there’s something else they need to discuss. Maybe Stewy’s just doing him another solid. Since his dad died, it’s been hard to be stagnant in his apartment all alone. Between the studio in LA and the corporate retreat in Norway, Kendall has actively avoided it, but the election is coming up, and there’s nowhere to run now. He’s in the bullpen and the beast is rearing its ugly head.

(Set sometime between 4x04 and 4x08).

some little language by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy says, “Dude, sometimes. I think I, like, love you so much, it physically hurts.”

Kendall replies, without thinking, “What the fuck.”

*

Post-canon: Kendall goes to Stewy. Stewy’s arms are always open.

Make Good by Springandastorm

summary:

"I don't think…" Kendall trails off. His shoulders hang heavy.

"You don't think, or you do?" Stewy asks, the usual smooth scale of his voice a little softer, like he's talking Kendall off a ledge somewhere.

"I think I'm pretty fucking hollow."

"Yeah. My voice echoes when I talk to you." Stewy agrees, leaning a little closer and knocking his shoulder into his. "That's okay."

a current under sea / picked his bones in whispers by ingwertee

summary:

God, he’s been picking up the pieces for a mopey, strung out, kicked puppy version of Kendall for over a year now. Kendall’s sudden surge of confidence, however unjustified, turns him on, reminds him of the Kendall he had started to think only existed in his daydreams.

a little of the collapsing space by ohtempora

summary:

“I’m not gonna say you should have told me,” Stewy says. “You absolutely should not have told me fucking anything."

what did you tell me, mary by harukatenoh

summary:

In which Kendall and Stewy attempt to answer: what have you got in your fucking hand?

i figure you with love by alaczije

summary:

Stewy manages to do a decent job of forgetting about Kendall, and him-and-Kendall, and all the neuroses contained therein, until the pap photos leak.

Luxe / Redux by orestesfasting

summary:

He’s not sure what he’s more angry about, is the thing. The betrayal or the subsequent lie.

Or—maybe that’s not quite true. He knows which one he’s more angry about, and he knows that rationally it should be the other one. But needless to say, if Kendall had told him the truth about why he did what he did, Stewy wouldn’t be heading to his place uninvited at 11PM on a Saturday night, brimming with righteous fury like the proverbial woman scorned.

[x-lee-cya]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier, and Ladybug and Cat Noir but only for Adrinette .

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

hello!!! yeah, i love receiving asks, lmao, & as for ur questions:

self, job/work: hmmm. im not rly comfy w any major questions ab my irl life (like stuff along the lines of “where specifically t do you live” (like im a brit, but if somewhere were to ask js where i live in the uk, i wldnt answer, as is common sense (imo) when it comes to the internet), “how old are you” “what is (are) your irl name(s)” etc. etc. - identifying stuff, basically), tho anythin’ else is pretty much on the table rn.

fandoms: oh, fandoms my beloved. my main fandoms atm (for both reading & writing, tho some r only reading while some r only writing, etc. etc.) are cuphead (i have way too much worldbuilding for this one au of mine that branches off into so many aus of the au, its genuinely gettin a lil crazy /pos /lh; i write fic for this one, aswell- in fact, its kinda my main writing-for fandom atm ^^), the hobbit (bagginshield my beloved i love you shjshsjehejs - i also dable vaguely in lotr (mainly gimli/legolas + parentshield tbh lmao) but its mostly js the hobbit for me), good omens (i love the ineffables i love s1 & s2 & HSJSHSJSHSJ i js love it like. all around. fuck gaimon tho, death of the author tyvmm), my hero academia/boku no hero academia (i dont engage w fandom much other then a few fanfic writers’ blogs here on tumblr & ao3 fanfic lmao XD; love the anime tho), harry potter (FUCK jkr, speaking as a brit myself none of us claim her, the transphobes can have her, we dont want her /lh - love the (good parts of) fanbase tho. ive actually made some rly good fic-writer friends thru it over on discord lmao), & ofc rise of the guardians!!! (fuckin love that thing, so sad there was never a second move :sadblob: love playin around w fanon/fandom lore tho, & i LOVE jackrabbit (bunnymund/jack) its my main ship in the fandom, tho im a multishipper so im also kinda partial to some other ones ofc)

ocs, art/drawing, writing, blog specific: not entirely sure what this one’s asking/if its actually a question, but imma answer it any lolol XD. anygays - ocs: i have a few cuphead ocs, but none of ‘em r self-inserts & all only rly exist bc of/for/to enhance/move forward the plot of my (main) cuphead au, tho ofc theyre still ocs - love ‘em like my children even if i dont love ‘em as much as i do the canon characters, snirk. art/drawing: i do draw, tho i rarely post any of my art, and one or two times i have its usually bc im js proud enough of it to want to share it, ehehe. writing: i write. so much fanfic. none of its posted, but i have so many wips i frankly dont know when any one of ‘em will be, sooo… shrug. blog specific: my blog isnt rly “specific”; its more js a place for me to enage w cool art & fics & such & reblog stuff i like on here as well as probably self-promo my own fics & such, as well as js a place to put my random ramblings in XD.

story snippets & prompts: oh, i love ‘em!! always nice 2 get a new burst of writing motivation ::D

pets: ohhh, cats. i love cats. had one for a while for around a good two years or so but after he injured his paw & we had 2 keep him inside for 3 weeks straight, the flightly lil bugger’s runaway. he (might’ve; still don’t know for sure whether it rly was him or not, but he apparently responded to his name from my mother’s accounts, so :shrug:) came back in the middle of the night a week or so ago now, but idtk whether he’s dead, alive, or js been taken in by some other family who thinks he’s a stray. :sigh:

gardening & hobbies: i don’t garden, and as for hobbies… not much, rly. i like writing fic, i like reading, i like going on (short, i have shite stamina) walks every other day or so, i like talkin w my few friends. like i said, not much. ::)

like being tagged in things: yes, i do! and as for what… anything, rly! tag games, fic wip games, askbox/ask games, im good w ‘em all! ::D

thx for the ask; have a good day/night/timezone!! ::>

[fangswbenefits]

I never know if I should ask or just send a direct message. But here I am. Hope this is okay!

I was going to comment on your last post, but I had too many words. So, behold! Here are my words!

This is the Astarion/Tav I've been waiting to see. An after game fic where they have to build up from what was started in the game, where they are still working through all the feelings from that traumatic life changing event they all went through. I love this angle of the friendship route, because I too think that he needs friendship and not someone putting any demands on his body and just be there for him. Buuuuut I also see his need to make his own choices and that he may want intimacy, even sexual intimacy, at his own pace. Hell, he obviously wants cuddles and companionship. And the thought of depriving him of that makes me sad. Like big sad.

Also, I want to mention something specific that I feel you are doing so well with Astarion's voice. And it's the ability to turn off his charismatic facade wording he uses and talk in a more comfortable/vulnerable 'him' way, but without making him sound weird. Sometimes, when authors do this, they lose his charm and he doesn't sound like himself anymore. He would still be sly and charismatic and impatient, but not trying so hard as we see him most of the time with his 'honeyed' words. I like how you voice him so much. Is this really first fic you've written? Because I'm floored by your voices and pacing and sexual tension? It's all so good!

Uhhhh, I'm not sure where I was going with this. I just really love your fic. It's great, I can't wait for more.

<3

PS. I hate using honeyed words all the time to describe the way he talkes, but poetical fuck boy words is the only other way I can think of to describe the way he speaks. Maybe I need more coffee.

First off! Thank you not only for this amazingly thorough feedback, but also for dropping a reply on ao3 🥺🩷 usually people will do either one or the other!

Isn't it wonderful how you can just explore the want vs need dilemma with Astarion? It's a common theme throughout his journey with Tav. What he wanted never mattered, and he often mixes what he wants with what he needs, which I find to be very realistic. It happens quite often in real life, too. Sometimes, what we want is not what we need and vice versa. Also, the scars of his trauma are still very much present and since they remained friends, he never really got to heal in terms of intimacy, so it's still very easy for him to slip into that mask of using sweet words and physical contact to establish intimacy. It's all he's ever known, after all.

Oh, that is such a specific and wonderful praise! Voicing Astarion is a challenge, and it's really up to each person to try to write him in a believable way. I am trying my best, but I still feel insecure at times 🥺💔 so thank you so much for saying these reassuring words. It's not my first fic 😅 I was writing for Miguel O'Hara just a couple of months ago and have been reading/writing fanfiction for over 13 years 🥸

"Poetic fuck boy" sounds about right 😅

Again, what an amazing ego booster that just made me open google docs and continue writing the next chapter 🤭🩷

[crispy-chan]

a guide how to not f*ck over your writers

hello, i am joining the bandwagon with my own two cents on how tumblr interactions have gone from shit to lower shit.

first of all, let me just stress how much i appreciate readers who interact with fanfics. you guys are the true mvp's and i applaud you for doing god's work. (also let's be real a significant portion of those readers are fic writers themselves).

second of all, i want to say that i'm not trying to be “ungrateful” or sound like a prick, i just see so many writers leave this site because they feel unappreciated, alone or they think that nobody enjoys the fics they work hard on.

honestly, there were/are times where i think if this is even worth it. i get so much enjoyment from this, it's a hobby that allows me to be creative, to escape reality and have a little fun. yet i feel like what i'm doing is just good for nothing since it seems like people are allergic to me on this site.

it truly means a lot to us when you guys interact. it doesn't even have to be much, just a short comment, but it can still make our day

now onto the ways you can support your fave writers:

1. interact with the fics -- comment, reblog, send asks. trust me, you can't go wrong with this one. don't be afraid to send an incoherent wordspill or type out that essay in caps lock where you go nuts about your favorite scenes, comment on the characters and their development or compliment the author's writing style. again, i guarantee you'll receive answers that are similarly incoherent as the author tries to not lose their shit bcs what the fuck? someone is finally interacting with my stories

2. recommendations -- you can rec fics to networks for various events, send your recs to your moots or maybe even to fic rec accounts who accept recommendations. even by reblogging - you're already basically doing this. it can make our day when we see that someone recommended something we worked on to someone else :)

3. interaction -- usually, most authors on here wouldn't mind more asks that don't even have to be about fics. you can ask how their day was, talk to them about a favorite book/movie/song literally whatever. i feel like i don't really have much to say on this topic cause i don't really get these types of asks :} but yeah, i think most of us would feel really touched if people wanted to talk to us outside of our writings. note: if you're shy, you can go on anon :> it's there for a reason :P

4. criticism -- now be careful - this one is tricky. you should first make sure if the person is okay with you giving some constructive criticism. if it isn't mentioned anywhere on their page/at the bottom of their fic, just ask. i for one wouldn't mind hearing things like “just a suggestion but i think you could work on your descriptions more” or “be careful - you often use the same words in one paragraph” etc.

lastly, i wanted to stress that you shouldn't force yourself per se to do these. nobody wan't your feedback if it isn't genuine. i just feel like people think “oh well if i won't comment, i'm sure somebody else will-” bullshit! that's the problem here. this mindset is what has to change. if you want the writing community to not wither into dust, you'll have to give something. in this case it's interactions and feedback.

i won't go into the details of how long it takes to write but as someone who writes primarily long fics, i can tell you it's extremely time consuming. and i spent the past fifteen minutes typing this post instead of working on yellow wood @_@

so yeah, this is a desperate cry from me. i'm hoping that if you're a silent reader/serial liker who doesn't leave feedback, you'll learn something new here. thank you for reading so far and i hope you have a lovely day <3

[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday!! if you could sort your own wincest fics by kudos which 5 (or 10) would be at the top?

happy wincest wednesday! (sorry i did not send an ask today ;-; -- thank you for keeping up the high fives anyway <3)

Um... hm. I guess this is effectively an 'author's favorites' list, although you could split some semantic hairs here and have it be which fics do you wish were most appreciated, which doesn't necessarily overlap with my own favorites. Tricky. Esp since my own taste (even for my own writing) changes so much, lol. But I can try!

oh so good, oh so fine -- this is my actual top by kudos and tbh it probably deserves to be there. plus the act of writing it was fun and it feels kind of... right, to me, that it's the top.

how badly i have let you down -- also pretty high up in fact, but I actually really like how it comes together as a destabilizing first time, especially since I don't actually like writing first time. Plus, like oh so good, it was written all in one sitting, and I just… often like the fics better when they're one quick shot from the hindbrain like that.

detente -- soulless!Sam/Dean, but it's really more about... Dean scraped down to misery entire, and a Sam who could give a shit but will take advantage if it's convenient. A lot grimier and grittier than I usually write spn, but it worked here.

freud's for suckers -- the early relationship here is just so fuckin cute. Written after I read Less, and if you've read that you could probably tell. This feels like a very Me version of a Dean POV.

eiderdown -- this is just frankly hot as fuck. A Sam who knows what he wants and will get it and isn't shy about it -- also very Z.

asceticism -- The Piss Fic, but more importantly the whole dissection of Dean's relationship to his body feels. idk, correct. Almost wish I hadn't tagged it correctly so people would read it for the part that actually matters, yanno.

the hollow summer -- sad, sad, sad. Whenever I write an AU it will nigh-inevitably be worse than canon. I put some real-life grieving in here and the writing's... honest. I really love the part where Dean beats the shit out of Sam (or tries to, at least).

buccaneer -- I know this is Dean/Crowley (and in fact Deanna/Crowley) on the face of it, but what it really is is the echo-shape of Dean(na)'s overwhelming, overarching need for Sam, felt in the absence of what's been cored out. Plus Deanna's sexy.

be subject to each other -- a rare sequel, but the established relationship here and the intimacy of finding yet another layer of ways to be known just makes me warm on the inside.

In a Cursed Hour -- this is technically gencest-that's-going-to-turn-into-fullcest, and might be a weird inclusion here, but if kudos actually reflected the level of work that goes into a story rather than whether someone's dick got wet in the approved way, this would have about 9000. So. I'm including it, lol.

Turns out I have ~160 posted spn fics, and one way or another they're all wincest (even the ones that have another pairing entirely -- that's how wincest the wincest is). So, picking ten of those. No links -- if anyone wants to read one they know how google works -- but this was actually kinda fun to think about, bud. Thanks <3