#Personal Issues

[queenendless]

RAIN

A/n: 3 weeks is too long! I've missed writing things myself. Miss the show. Miss this fine ass man. And my sleep deprived self dealing with heat and rain showers and defective ACs dreamed of some of this in my 2 hour nap.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Adult!Reader

CW: 🔞 Smut, wet dreams, sleep anxiety/insomnia, mention of chronic feet flare ups, and horny needy reader for our dear Jinwoo~

NO REPOSTING, PLAGARIZING, TRANSLATING, AGELESS BLOGS, MINORS, AND AI USAGE OF MY WORKS. Reblog like and follow pls and thnx.

The rain is not letting up anytime soon. The AC was acting up again, being more humid than cool and comforting lately so you'd have to get a new one and not a gifted used one.

Trying to maintain a normal sleep schedule was never in the cards, anyway. The night was your home. Your lonesome one, though. He was gone again.

Yet as you napped on the cozy couch, you saw him again. Popping up everywhere. Demanding your utmost attention. At times he was coy. Other times he watched you from afar. And then he was right there, sitting, waiting for you to make your move.

His flushed needy expressions fueled your desire as you rolled up his shirt. His breathless moans hit your ear as your fingers twist and abuse his perked nipples, your drool trailing down those abused pearls as your mouth devoured them whole.

“Y/n~” His half hooded eyes look up at you with shameless need, his tongue panting out to match your inner horniness.

Stepping out of the shadows in the corner of the living room, the flash of lightning lit up the room in a moment as the thundering rumbles heightened the arrival of the glowing eyed man spotting your weary napping self on the couch with your blanket draped around you like your cape and a big pillow pressed against the couch arm.

The familiar sight tore at his heartstrings at how vulnerable you look. Sleeping on the couch in your usual tee and shorts more than your own bed was your norm. Sleeping during the day, despite the heat and rain showers occurring this past week, left you more out of sorts than ever. Your face winced as his name whimpers out of your strewn lips.

The gentle warm smooch on your forehead stirs you somewhat. “My beautiful mess.” His empathetic murmur purrs in your skin. His scent, his presence, his voice, it drew you out of your short lived rest.

The gentle sound of running water was picked up, the gentle light peaked out of the bathroom door, as you sat up and stretched your worn out limbs, hastily putting your used feet compresses back in the fridge, collapsing back on the couch when the water stopped running. The door clicked open, the steam of his warm shower wafted in, as his stature walked out.

“It's raining hell out there.” Jinwoo murmured, ruffling his hair with the bath towel as he switched off the bathroom light, having changed into a simple black tee and shorts, his barefoot steps gently thudding over to the couch, finding you sitting up, bent over, awake now. “Sorry for waking you.”

“Don't be. I can't sleep anyway. Not in that bedroom. The AC needs replacing there … I saw you in my nap though … made me miss you more.” Your voice wavers down the line, caught up in emotional need, too tired to stuff it down, tears and sniffles of restlessness picked up by his perception as you dab your eyes with your blanket.

Letting the towel slip off his shoulders to drape the floor, he towered over you before capturing you in his scent of shadows paired with his shampoo and body lotion, replacing your blanket with himself to be your warmth. You gasp in relief and need as he gingerly lifts you up, sliding underneath, fluidly rearranging yourselves. Your legs laying between his own, having his chest serve as your new pillow, as his arms caged you to him, for you both now laid fully on that big couch.

“Needy little thing.” Possessiveness tints his rumbling drawl, his hands sensually rubbing your abdomen, trailing up your tummy, relishing in your tremoring shuddering self. “The me in your dreams can't relieve you entirely of your pain. That's my job.”

You angle your face around to look over at him, able to see his face, your watery eyes adjusting too well to the dark. “I'll never stop missing you.”

His eyes rippled with devotion, his lips littering gentle pecks that had you wobbly giggle to his grinning delight. “And I'll never stop coming back to you, my dear demon.”

Your hasty roll in his embrace, laying on your tummy, burying your sobbing face in his stomach. His shushing, his cooing, his lulling tone as he says your name before humming. “You're already exhausted from work and now you have to deal with me.” Your pathetic whine has you pulled up higher along his frame as his face now hovers close up to yours.

“The night is my kingdom, love. And this Monarch will spend every night awake with you just so I can share mornings sleeping with you, whether in that bed or on this couch. You chose me. Now you're stuck with me.” His smooth face nuzzling your blotchy face and kissing those salty trails away had you bashfully giggling.

“Besides, I know a good way to help kill time~”

His deep rich purr right in your ear already had you getting moist between your legs.

The rain having died down was long forgotten as the shaking and squeaking of the couch filled the cool ventilated room.

Rolling up his shirt with haste, licking and nibbling upwards along his abs, fondling and squeezing his pecs, suckling and chewing on his nipples, your reddening saliva marks littered his heaving torso.

His hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, keeping you pressed against his twitching curling torso as you took mouthfuls of his pecs to devour and worship as yours.

“My horny angel.” His smug smirk can be heard as his free hand fondled and kneaded your breasts underneath your top. “Having lewd dreams of me.” Cockily teasing you as his sculpted fingers rubbed between your pearls, pinching them, twisting and tugging them impatiently, thumbing them until they became sensitive pulsing pebbles. “I could smell your scent the moment I entered the room.”

Popping off his skin with a wet squelch, looking up at his flushed panting expression in person with those half hooded eyes of your dream coming true got your heart racing and your core pulsing.

“No matter which version of me it is,” His calloused hands rolled up your top to meet your neck, his touch sending ticklish sparks on your now bare torso, caressing your sides, tummy, along your back. “As long as I have your sensitive self in my grasp,” His hands now gripping your bare hips peeking out of your shorts, lifting you up with ease, as his mouth descends upon your boobs. “You can't get enough of me. In your dreams and in real life.”

His smoldering breath sends goosebumps along your melons, his moans reverberating at your taste, flicking and curling and slobbering all over your now marked breasts. “I never get enough of you, either.”

“Jin~” Your mewling face pressed against his neck, marking his shuddering self along the side with licks and bites, the junction between his neck and shoulder got littered with red suck imprints and teeth marks, then his nape gets bit down on quite hard.

“Fuck~!” His growling mouth vibrated as he took both your tips in, grinding his teeth along your skin. “You want the world to see me as yours, huh?”

His mouth popped off your nips, a line of drool from his lips to your swollen red mounds break, as he layers your tummy with hard sucks and bite marks to pair with his own. “Likewise~”

His shadows worked at sliding yours and his bottoms down those legs, his and your gasps heard at the cool brush of air against such growing heat.

Your hands clawed from his sturdy shoulders to his flexing biceps for support as his hands lifted you down. He filled you easily, your slick essence already pouring out like a stream, coating his erectness, stuffing your fluttering tight walls.

His gentle thrusts, his steady rhythm, his hips rocking upwards, brushing yours that rolled downwards, his pelvis pressed right against yours, tapping you with soft insistence.

“Does the real thing beat those dreams of yours~?” His flushed grinning face looks up at yours, nuzzled in between your rosey bosom.

“You know it does~!” Your aroused moan gets smothered by his hungry lips, entangling your fingers in his velvety hair, brushing his undercut, feeling his groan fill your mouth as his fingertips leave bruising marks along your stretch marked hips, cupping and smacking and clawing at your tan lined asscheeks.

“I've missed this, missed you, so damn much~!”

The soft slap of skin bounces off the wall on a loop as his balls bounce against your ass crack. Even as it rains cum down his shaft and right up your womb, he stays conjoined with you.

He lowers you both back down gently, cum staining your lap and his, your bottoms, the cushions, even dripping down to the floor. Your sweat matted noggin rested on his heaving chest, nuzzling him, as your legs tangled with his.

“Well now I can't nap on this couch anymore.” You mumbled, curling into his fingers running through your messy hair.

“My shadows can clean up for us.” He hummed.

“And the AC?”

“We'll buy one in the morning.”

“But now?”

“Now … I gotta shower again. Care to join me?” His invitation had no intention of being turned down.

“I need a cool down.” You barely could finish those words as your bottoms and his hit the floor, undies included. Then your shirts. Your squeamish giggles met his devious chuckling as your arms and legs hugged your strapping hunter lover as he carried you right in that giant welcoming shower.

His shadows shut the door behind him, then went straight to clean up.

The muffled sounds of the shower head running, many wall thumps, your moans and his groans rain down for quite a while.

For it rained like cream.

And lots of it.

[the-monkeies-girl]

Hiatus.

I said it before and I'll say it again; Transparency is important and I don't want to leave you guys waiting for another seven days. I will be taking a week hiatus starting tomorrow. I feel like we're all good friends here and can talk about vulnerability.

A few weeks ago, one of my brothers passed away and I have been whirling since. I barely know how to talk about it still, I can barely process that there is one less of my family and how vacant it fells to lose one of my best friends. I miss him and I miss him more and more everyday that passes. I don't feel like a whole person and it's been so hard for me to engage in anything other than sleeping and staring off into space. Writing has been lost to me, but I miss it and I want to come back I just need to will myself to properly take care of myself in order to do that and even that has been a struggle with what has happened this entire month. I've been snappy with people who don't deserve it, I've been irrational and angry at myself. Probably, so far, one of the worst months I experienced along with a handful of other things that happened all in a shortened period of time.

I know we joke around about my writing speed being godly, but I am just a human being with human emotions and struggles. I am struggling more than I have before and I'm crying as I write this to you all. Thank you for the previous messages of support and any of you willing to wait for me to come back, for anyone who has supported me through this month when I kept saying 'I'm coming back.' I will, I just need some time. I love you all, you're all so amazing and I've done nothing to deserve the kindness that you bless me with.

[unhonestlymirror]

Out of topic but I hate it when there is a female character raised as a man, who is also forbidden from exploring her femininity, and when she logically wants to find out how it feels to be a woman and she clearly has gender dismorphia in an extremely intolerant and patriarchal society, and people say "OMG she's trans!!"

[bigbrotherlouis]

my mom demanded that i make creamy corn pasta again and send her best friend the recipe. @whentherewerebicycles total cultural victory.

[redtippedfox]

So update, my classes this year are really hard and time consuming, I think I might be on hiatus for the time being as my classes are taking all my time and sanity up even though we’ve just started.

Everything is currently now on hold, sorry but I’m already struggling with these classes so I’m on hiatus now.

Thank you for your patience

[callmehelenfedar]

I will never able to get used to discord man, is like the 56357153th time i tried, bc wth is all these # things, and most of the times people just talk bout sth so passionate that i dont understand 💔

God i want to be a social butterfly sm

And well, this time i tried to get back for Rare Americans bc i just found out they have one (im such a boomer even tho my age start with 1)

[cosmicqueen10]

My close friend bellarosefangirl/abellarosefangirl is gone. On here, wattpad, quotev, discord. Even messaging her didn't work.

It's been almost two months since i texted with her. It did not end well. I was at a low point and I inadvertently hurt her feelings because she's been dealing with family BS for a long time now. But I think personal life stuff could be why she's now gone online.

If any of you may know her for her fanfic works or even what's going on, please let me know. My anxiety is making me feel worse of how we left things.

Hopefully she'll come back so I can apologize. Messaging online friends can only do so much to express feelings on personal topics like this.

I hope she's okay. I really miss her. Please be okay.

[monstersinthecosmos]

sorry I’m just really down bad for the god of the grove 🤧

[bigbrotherlouis]

at some point i just have to sit down and like. actually write words. put them on paper. do it.

[phenomenally-skilled]

*honks my funny clown horn*

It me.

[kadunud]

[laurelslegacy]

so i have a very unpopular fic i write, its about Clarazeb- transFem of Zeb. I write it with the things i've experienced and have been told by my Nephew... is also trans.

for self indulgent reasons, i am writing a cross over of Clarazeb-Kal and Garazeb-Alex meet up. And after a long talk with a customer who has been supporting her Trans son, this scene really hits hard. this is not a published story, writing it for me but happy to share with others. I love absolutely love my original fanfic Zeb and the way he absolutely does not discredit and accepts Clara as she is- felt like others needed to hear it as well. and yet, watch me get banned or a ton of hate emails for this. I understand and sympathize karen and ken. not everyone's experience is by the book.

Clara snorted and shook her head “Ya saw yerself as male, I saw female- i AM female.”

Zeb rolled his eyes “The Ashla doesn’t make mistakes.”

“We’re done here.” Clara stood, angry and hurt.

Zeb stood as well and grabbed her and pulled his female self in hugging her tightly “Yer not a mistake, ya are who ya really shoulda been.” She tried to stifle the kreen “Look, I can turn off m’ears and ya can talk yer heart out, or I can keep them on and listen.”

“W-what?” Clara’s voice wavered with the kreen, looking up to Zeb.

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 “That fear o’ losin me and once I realized that, it was hard not to fall inta that crush inta full out love, deep one. I was told I was mistaken ta love Diz, but Ashla doesn’t make mistakes.” Zeb pulled her into the hug once more, this time she hugged back “Kal loves YOU Clarazeb, clearly with ya ‘n him together, me and Alex it was always Ashla’s plan. I can say with utmost certainty that it’s you he loves, you he wants- not me.”

Clarazeb was shaking “SNKA GRUSH JARHRL?!”

“He’s an idiot in his own way is why he hasn’t said it.” He gave her a tight hug and a kiss to the cheek.

“Turn yer ears off… let me say some things, please give m’ this dignity.” 

“Do ya want dignity or do ya want someone to listen. Feel this…”He put her hand over his heart, his over hers “Same heart, different experiences, but we love the same man but they had different experiences. Who knows ya heart ‘n mind better than yerself? Ain’t gunna judge ya but I will listen, Clarazeb, what happened to ya?”

The words barely came out “Damn, ya really talked ta Kanan a lot.” The kreens were heavy and she let it go, all of it. Her kreens followed by Zeb’s empathizing, sympathizing but giving that tight hard hug he knew he would have needed…wanted and got from his Kallus. ---author note: Zeb accepts Clara as she is- because "the Ashla does not make mistakes" meaning she is who she should have been- and he being Bi is exactly as he should have been. The Ashla does not make mistakes.... you are as you should be, exactly as you should be. you are NOT a mistake you my friend are a BLESSING, thank you for being here.

[lovelywritinglady]

Having some personal problems but I will be writing again very soon!! 💜💜💜

Hope you all are safe!

-L.W.L

[bloody-revenge-days]

How has things been

So... Hi. I hope you guys are doing well

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I'm kind of afraid to share this with you but... here it is :

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This blog is now a ghost town and I've kind of forgotten it existed, not gonna lie. And it's very close from the end of the year so... Bloody Revenge Days update for late 2023 is not a really bad thing, let's say.

For those wondering what's going on with Bloodstained, well unfortunately I lost interest as time went on, and by the way at the time it was just me trying to make things work out with the ideas I had. I had very little help to execute it (and writing is not my best thing, I'll be honest with that). Also lost interest with Bloody Bunny in general because one, updates are painfully slow and two, I just moved on... naturally, and got other interests. And I also kind of matured.

And I'll be honest, 2023 was a year where I was really not in my place.

For those who only know the bloody revenge days facette, I must admit that I was very very low. I mean it by the way, because Twitter. Cause you know, Twitter and anger issues is not a really good cocktail. So I did what was the best option, and it was to just log off completely. And that after a heated argument I told myself it was time to get the fuck out that place immediately before I get worse. And also I am considering getting help with said anger issues cause this is really not it. I've argued with my friends a lot and now I'm in good terms with them again after logging off that site and taking a break from the friend group. And I've been feeling pretty much better after that. Still not perfect but I can feel a sense of improvement within me

So yeah, revealing a more personal side of myself and feeling kind of shameful about it, let me tell you something about Bloody Bunny.

I am feeling like 2Spot really doesn't care about Bloody Bunny or its story or at least not enough to use it outside merchandising (or doing the good ol' Hasbro technique as I like to say it) And it sucks to me because fans like me wanted more to The First Blood or the game they released in 2021, and what did they do ? Those millenial humor posts with their imagery slapped onto it and NFTs. and it really sucks. This only proved to me that 2Spot really doesn't give a shit about their beloved IP and only wanted money. And with that in consideration I kind of understand why I lost interest in Bloodstained and this blog (aside from my attention getting all over places) and why I lost interest with Bloody Bunny in general

All I can see now is a story of fans dealing with a company's corporate greed and lack of interest for the IPs they make. And it makes me really sad.

So is this the end of Bloodstained and Bloody revenge days ?

Well, Bloodstained is already scrapped so... I don't see a lot of hopes in reviving the project.

For Bloody Revenge Days, the tumblr blog will still exist but will be in a state of archive so I won't be posting here unless I see legitimate news for Bloody Bunny but at this point it's too late.

So I won't be posting here and... yeah.

Still, thanks to all who came here to see this blog as imperfect as it is, my theories, my art, my posts, thanks for all of the the support, and I wish you a delightful new year and a better year for 2024.

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-soursweetfoo

[glitchyko]

Alright, so I feel like I need to say something about this since it has been on my mind for a long while and I want to address it.

I want to say I’m sorry for the times when I said I want/will draw something and then just never doing it. I feel bad for setting something up only to never fulfill it. I feel like I’m a liar and I’m just lazy, that I let myself down and failed, even though I know there’s circumstances in my life that make it difficult to do some of the things I wish to do. Things such as ADHD, school, mental health, and other things going on in my life. But I’ve been trying to get better at managing my time, getting things done faster, be more productive, and keep working on my art and perfectionism issues.

I want to do better, I want to actually be able to do and show the stories, aus, ocs, etc, that I constantly say that I think about and want to share with you guys. I want to become better as an artist and writer, and I don’t want to keep being scared to do things I want to do because of perfectionism to a point where I just can’t do anything out of fear of it looking bad and not meeting my unrealistically high standards.

I’m not completely sure where I’m going with this vent talk to be honest, I know I can’t guarantee changes and such immediately, and I don’t want to force myself to work on art stuff just to pump something out on social media as quickly as possible. That is not why I create, and to be honest that sounds like a recipe for burnout, more confidence issues, and not having fun with art anymore. I think what I’m trying to say is, I’m going to try to do things instead of just saying and thinking I want to do something and never doing it.