#dae writes

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I will never not be OBSESSED with the Famous trope + Found Family trope with the Party 😭 The headlines would be so chaotic? Like:

Famous Rockstar Eddie Munson is seen eating lunch with two time Pulitzer winner Nancy Wheeler, Highest Paid Photographer Jonathan Byers and Successful Entrepreneur Argyle Alvez. How does he know these people???

Three time Grammy Winner Eddie Munson seen in a McDonald's with World Renowned Astronaut Dustin Henderson and New York Times Best Seller Will Byers-Wheeler and Mike Byers-Wheeler. What the actual fuck???

Eddie Munson, seen in a Chicago Bulls game looking confused as hell, mere seconds after finding out his second album just went Multi-platinum, with his husband, Steve Munson. Also seen in pictures, Eddie Munson hugging point guard Lucas Sinclair and his wife, Max Sinclair. How???

MSG Sold Out Performer Eddie Munson seen in Chicago Medical Center with World Renowned Surgeon Dr. Erica Sinclair. Our insiders say that the rockstar is FINE and was only having lunch with the doctor. What in the multiverse is happening???

Eddie Munson and his husband seen in line at the book signing of rising Linguistics Author Robin Buckley. They ended up laughing so hard when they reached the author, they almost got kicked out. Turns out they all knew each other???

Rock Star Eddie Munson bringing packed lunch in pajamas to a small Chicago preschool where husband, Steve Munson and known friend, Jane Hopper works. Why??? How??? What???

Third most followed person on Instagram Eddie Munson, just broke the internet by posting a group picture with Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Argyle Alvez, Dustin Henderson, Lucas, Max and Erica Sinclair, Mike and Will Byers-Wheeler, his husband Steve Munson and family friend Jane Hopper. HOW DO THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER?! WHAT A WEIRD GROUP?!

The more people speculate, the more they say shit. Like people ask them how they know each other and they all just throw out the weirdest answers.

Nancy gets asked in a press conference how she knows Rock Star Eddie Munson? Nancy answers with, "I was driving myself to California when I was 19 and I picked him up as a hitch hiker along the way. We’ve been friends since then."

Robin gets asked in a lecture how she knows the Sinclair Clan? Robin answers with, "I go way back with Dr. Erica. She once saved me from Russian Doctors trying to cut my toe nails."

Eddie goes on an interview in National TV and the host asks how he's friends with Argyle and Jon? Eddie answers with, "I got kidnapped by a killer clown when I was 17. They saved me by crushing the clown's still beating heart with their own bare hands."

Steve gets bombarded with questions online of how he knows Nancy, Robin, Jon, Argyle and even Eddie (his husband)? Steve answers with, "We were stuck in detention every Saturday when we were in senior year. We all became friends when Eddie Munson started singing Don't You (Forget About Me)."

Will and Mike gets asked in an interview about their friendship with Basketball Star, Lucas Sinclair? Will says, “Lucas once gave my dog CPR, ultimately, saving it’s life and we’ve been friends since then.” and Mike just goes, “Who???”

Erica once got asked how she knew Genius Astronaut, Dustin Henderson. Erica rolls her eyes, “That boy owes me his life. Ask him, not me.”

Dustin gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Dustin goes with, “Eddie once saved me from a feral army of bats and almost died. I’ve never let go of him since then.” The fans think this one might actually be true, they’ve seen the scars on Eddie, they’ve got theories and Dustin just gave them a puzzle piece.

Argyle got asked in a Business Magazine how he knows this weird, interconnected group. Argyle says, “Oh dude! Those are my life long friends! It started with a pizza van, a dead man, and a road trip to Utah. There was also a bald girl involved. In the end, the real treasure really is the friends we make along the way.”

Jonathan gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Jon gives the softest, sweetest smile and says, “We were in a satanic cult together.”

Jane Hopper gets asked once in public (how she knows all these famous people), someone filmed it and it went viral on Twitter. El says, verbatim, “Oh. It all started when I was kidnapped by an evil scientist who tested stuff on me like I was a lab rat. Long story short, they saved my life and they are my family.” By then people already don’t believe any of them because they all give out the most ridiculous answers. Hopper still grounds her for that even though she doesn’t live with him anymore. (Owens, who hasn't called them in 15 years, reached out with a warning).

→ Current Additions: Lucas Lie Detector & Max's Future (Scroll down the link)

[ossidae-passeridae]

Can I get #12, Long Overdue?

You most certainly may! This fic is one I was hoping to get done for Yuletide last year, and I have enduring hopes for the resolutions collection so no snippet, but:

You know in Empire of Gold there's that one line about Napoleon spending the entire evening just like... grilling Laurence about exactly what he's been doing for the past two years since they last saw each other? Yeah, it haunts me, lives rent free in my head.

I just want Granby, watching this happen, watching Napoleon physically back Laurence into a corner and touch him and murmur so softly it's like they're the only two people in the universe, and I want him to go, "oh fuck am I the chaperone?!"

It will be so beautiful, I just need to nail down the voice.

[daemoninwhiteround2]

So, um. Anyone remember my The Way You Make Me Want To LIve Instead Of Die series? Want - Take - Have is the first fic in it?

Anyway after like five years I finally updated it. Where does the time go.

Dick Grayson wakes up in a warehouse, horribly injured. He's not alone, Jason's there too, also injured. Together they can make it out. Right?

[daemonishy]

labru is like “what if i was really good at reading social situations and i understand the body language and motivations of almost everybody i meet except YOU, because you LOVE MONSTERS and you’ve got no interest in people and i DONT understand you and that TERRIFIES me to the point where i regularly think about k*lling you . but i won’t do it because deep down i’m kinda obsessed with you and i want to know you and i want to know how you see the world so different from me . which is even scarier. let me stand by your side please i can be useful.” and i was meant to what? go on with my life normally after that?

[yandereworlds]

Hi! Is the request still open? If it is, I wonder what Dae-Hyun would react to a s/o who often gave him small trinkets? Like items that the s/o remind them of him?

It would be deeply touching, he thinks of it as his s/o bringing him tangible pieces of their love; a token. He's never had a true bond since his mom had passed, and receiving a gift - no matter how small - feels like a big deal to him. He'll be tempted to try and repay his s/o with something of equal sentimental value, but he's a bit worried at fumbling it. That doesn't stop him from trying his best though. Anything Dae-Hyun's lover gives him, is proudly displayed within his home, or put in a special box that he often opens to look in when he misses them.

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[daeydream]

a/n: the Sukuna brainrot.....the Sukuna brainrot..... ಥ‿ಥ

"I fucking hate you."

Pouting from where you were lying on his chest, you grin as you feel Sukuna's arm grudgingly wrap around you and lay still in the tense silence.

The very tense silence, you might add.

Not making any effort to remove the silence, you continue to peacefully lie in his arms, still giving him the silent treatment, but happily accepting his angry cuddles.

Cuddles were cuddles, am i right?

Even if Sukuna was giving you a side eye, a scowl and his scariest glare.

"what?"

Sukuna scowls down at you, already knowing that he is going to be fatally struck by a pout and that adorable little smile on your smug little face.

He looked at you.

And was smacked with love and adoration, but he suppressed it with all of his might because he was supposed to be mad at you!!!

"i'm trying to be mad at you."

"is it working ryo?"

Gritting his teeth, as you rested your chin against his chest, your eyes all doey, all cute, inoccent, and he was falling straight into your trap.

"no!"

'yes.'

It was working.

And he hated that it was working.

"Come on, ryo!! i already said sorry."

He didn't say anything, but the way his arms tightened around you, said words he was too proud to say.

"i'm sorry, ryomen."

Reaching up to grab his face, you began peppering his pretty face with small kisses, his grip loosening for a second before immediately tightening again.

Was that a blush forming on his face?

....

nah, you were hallucinating.

"do you forgive me yet?"

rolling his eyes at your teasing smirk, he instead scooted you around, making sure that you were comfy before resting his hand on your waist, his other large hand coming up and tilting your chin so that he could look you straight in the eyes.

"shut up and kiss me."

And with a happy hum, you cheerfully followed his wishes, already knowing where this was headed.

To the bedroom, covered with bruises and a high chance of not being able to walk the next day.

But it was worth it!!

And it's part of loving the Ryomen Sukuna.

And no matter how much he denies it, he most definitely loves you.

DAEYDREAM 2024 ©

[nostalgia-tblr]

I feel like anyone who's about to embark on attempting to type out a character's accent phoentically (at least as well as one can with English) should probably stop for a moment before they get going and ask themselves, "How would I, myself, feel about a fic where the one character who sounds like me had their speech written out like this and every other character just got their dialogue left in standard spelling?" I feel like a lot of people would tone it down a bit, at least, if they'd done that thought experiment first.

(Anyone who answered "but I don't have an accent!" isn't allowed to write out anyone else's accent, ever. This rule may seem harsh but you need it. Really, you do. Because you've never had anyone treat your accent as abnormal or comical or wrong, so you really don't know what you're inflicting on others here.)

[daedelweiss]

DAMN THAT TRAILER SERVED CUNTTTTT *SCREAMS*

slash jay, aha

ash, i love you so fucking much FHNDFH

[vqrtualheartss]

CCan you do one where miles find out reader is literally obsessed with art and has a room alone for her drawings and paintings one of them being him

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9:12 pm This is my first request and I love you for it. Anyways, I'm trying to keep this one short and cute because I just realized I cannot make a story short for my life so yea lol.

The like, plot about the senior partner programme is taken from a book I read on wattpad called 'His Tesoro' by sjpwell and I heavily recommend you read it. heavily.

For fem readers, no specific race disclosed

Warnings — idk, bad grammar

In all honesty, deadass, I would've been asleep by now if not risking my hands to ink poisoning or that our teacher was picking the pairs for the annual senior partner programme. You'd basically share classes, be expected to hang out and by the end of the year write a report based on what you learnt about them. There wasn't anyone I was against being paired with but there wasn't anyone I was looking to either, all of them were the same people just different fonts, nothing interesting.

"And lastly we have Miss Valentine and Mr. Morales. Until your new schedules are emailed to you, you are expected to interchange the order of classes starting with the male's in the pair. Happy bonding"

Before I could get up, someone tilted down my phone screen, shifting my attention from it to them, the Mr. Morales— Miles. My nose slowly twitched, as I tried to fight the tug on my lips.

"Hi angel" I sighed, smiling at the nickname. Apparently my last name reminded him of Cupid and because Cupid's somewhat an angel, it makes me one

"Good morning Miles" pushing out my phone gesturing for him to hold it, I gathered my stuff preparing to head to his class. "Formal as always" he shook his head looking down at me with my bag on one shoulder, the other strap swaying freely. I shrugged at his comment, bringing out my hand to retrieve my phone, instead of handing it over, he held onto my hand, intertwining them as he examined the free-styled drawings.

"Talent much? Cool if you could put some on me?" He smiled widely, dangling my phone in his other hand as some type of persuasion. The smile grew evident in my voice, "Alright". I mean, why not, for his half of classes I didn't have to do anything in them so might as well.

"These dopee. Y'know low-key we should get matching ones sometime" . I smiled, "Maybe"

Annoyed at my frequent one word responses he turned around to face me as I slipped from underneath his arm " I hope you're not gonna be like this when I come by later."

Standing infront him with my mouth slightly agape, I questioned, my arms mirroring his crossed ones. "When you do what?"

"How else are we supposed to get to know eachother? And I'm guessing you're eager to kick me out and wrap this up" Narrowing my eyes, I pinched and rubbed my nose bridge.

There weren't many reasons why he couldn't stay over but they held alot of weight, one being my art room and two I'd probably make a fool of myself.

Looking up at him to protest, he swiftly transferred his initialized chain from his neck to mine before walking off and shouting, "Text me the directions and I'll be there" .

I dragged a hand down my face, I was going to send him them but that bitch.

knock knock, the door creaked open as a faint light faltered to the floor

"Miles? If that's you come in" "Woww, now imagine if I was a serial killer" Taking off his jacket, he continued "You would've been dead by now"

I shrugged , eyes never leaving the sketchbook propped on my right knee. He turned around, a dead expression on his face as he dragged the book from my lap "Nah, you gave your word" I most definitely did not

"Okay, fine, my attention's yours and yours only. Happy?" I gave him a tight-lipped smile as he sat on my bed, flipping through the pages "very" .

I remained a neutral expression as if my heart wasn't waiting to jump outside my chest.

Recently he's been the center of attention of my art and obviously I don't need him to see that. My heart rate calmed, his eyebrows furrowing, the pages seemingly went blank "I thought you drew more than this?" "I recently started that sketchbook,"

My expression softened, smiling internally as relief took over my body. However, my mind went as blank as the pages. Where the hell are those drawings then ?.

He hummed, moving from the bed to the office chair. He slid it over beside me before holding onto the chain with a finger of his, bringing me even closer to him.

"This makes it look like you belong to me in some way".

I copied his 'hm' in response despite my stomach flipping on end. He tugged on the chain releasing it. "I swear to god I'm going to make you talk. One way or another" leaning back into the chair manspreading, I smiled while maintaining a scowl. "Ew, you look like a man"

"Oh so now you speak?" He scoffed before continuing "Where's your bathroom" "Straight down, first door on your..." I paused a bit unsure of the direction to tell him ".. right, first door on your right"

He leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms "Don't know your directions by now?" "Get out"

Glancing at the time on my phone a few times, it took me a while to register that Miles was gone for more than 20 minutes "That's weird". Heading outside, I shuffled to the bathroom that he would've went to find it empty. I stood with my hands wrapped around my torso trying to figure his whereabouts. Shit. I went to the one place I hope he wasn't, my art room.

Approaching said room I saw the door slightly ajar, his shadow lingering on the walls. Without a plan I went inside, harshly biting down on my lip to brace myself for future embarrassment.

"You really weren't going to show me this?" I nervously laughed, eyes darting around the room inspecting for any sketches, drawings or paintings with him as the centerpiece. My eyes lingered on a drawing of Miles a little longer than I should've, he sent himself in the direction of my gaze. I shut my eyes, squeezing my fists tighter with each passing second. He took up the sketchbook situated on the desk, twirling through the recent pages before turning.

"Is this me?" His eyebrows drawing nearer as he grinned. I bit harder onto my lip before attempting to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation, even if it was just on my side. "No?"

"Looks an awful lot like me" Placing the book into its original position he folded his arms, sitting infront the desk

"I do not have the mental capacity for this" I sighed, shaking my head. A bead of blood formed on my lips.

Looking up and down my frustration filled body, he replied "Got me on your mind a lot, huh?" Laughing at his own teasing, I used the base off my hands to rub my eyes viciously, an honest attempt to push in my eyeballs.

Morphing into a ball of embarrassment, a smug expression splashed on his face. Hissing my teeth, the colours of his eyes went onyx as he stared. I returned his challenging gaze before he stood up, walking over and standing dangerously close.

Towering over my height, he smirked holding my chin between two fingers. What the fuckk. In that second I felt.. wierd, warm and fuzzy on the inside.

IDK HOW TO END THIS SO I DIDN'T.

©vqrtualheartss 2023 ©dae 2023

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When you ask Steve Harrington what his first memory of Eddie Munson is, he will say it was in Mrs. Click's class. Yeah, he didn't know Robin then, but it was hard not to notice someone like Eddie.

Steve remembers it being a Monday, his parents just left for some random country. Mrs. Click was not in a good mood that day.

Steve remembers her stopping mid-lecture and staring at the curly head bowed down three seats behind Steve's left. He's resting his head on his arms, body limp.

"Munson. I don't teach so you can sleep." Mrs. Click impatiently says, her fingers tapping against the plastic table.

Eddie doesn't move, Mrs. Click squints harder and says a little louder, "Eddie Munson."

It's so obvious Eddie was sleeping, but what he does next cements him in Steve's memory.

Eddie jolts a little. It's a small unnoticeable movement, before he finally raises his head. He smiles at Mrs. Click before saying, "Thank you, Jesus. Amen." and does the sign of the cross.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Click. It was time for my morning prayer." Eddie says, a small innocent smile on his face.

And it's so freaking ridiculous. Steve remembers shaking his head and biting down a laughter.

It's even more ridiculous when Mrs. Click nods approvingly, saying, "That's okay. Next time don't do it in class."

The next time Steve and Eddie get the chance to talk, somewhere in between broken bottles and running from the police, Steve tries to joke as he says to Eddie, "I bet you forgot to do your morning prayer. That's why this is all happening."

It's lame. But eh, it's worth it when Steve hears Eddie laugh for the first time in two days.

[ossidae-passeridae]

may i ask about: that thunder in your lungs (Fox!!)

Fox!!! He is having... A bad time 🤣 (in a dae fic, shocking!)

Have a lil snippet:

The taste of blood blooms across the back of his throat mere minutes into the Chancellor's meeting, and just like that Fox can tell it's going to be a long day. Inside one's helmet is one of the worst places to bleed out of one's face, second in unpleasantness only to outright vomiting in the damn thing. Fox tilts his head back, just minutely, just enough that the blood flows down his throat rather than pooling at his chin. It's a bad idea, he knows it is, knows he should just let the blood pour out until his body's done, knows that this will make him nauseated and then sick once he swallows too much of it — but he's been set to guard duty for the Chancellor's office for the next six hours, and a bit of nausea is nothing compared to the itch and burn of blood pooling, tacking, then drying against his skin. Every time he'd speak he'd pull at the damn stuff, and the contact burn could last for days after that. He's been getting so many nosebleeds. Something about Coruscant disagrees with him — back on Kamino, the only blood noses he can recall were the result of spars, or punishments, whereas here all it seems to take is breathing wrong. The air in the Chancellor's office is especially notorious for it, he can't remember a single time he's been in the room without the taste of blood sitting heavy on his tongue. But he can't swap out his shifts guarding the Chancellor, is blocked somewhere up the chain when he tries to do so, so he simply has to stand firm and bear the discomfort. At least it's only once a shift cycle. That much, at least, he could wrangle with what little power he has.

[daemoninwhiteround2]

consider jaydick + omega jason + collar

(*cough* Famous Socialite Playboy Richard Grayson Mated? - Gotham Gazette *cough*)

Kuro?

Bruce folds the newspaper and places it down next to his fork, sighing. Jason and Dick squirm across the table from him. Dick keeps opening his mouth as though to say something, but every time he does Jason darts him a glare and from the way his arm jerks, smacks him on the side. Dick pouts and subsides only for the routine to start up again bare minutes later.

Break them with silence is a tried and true method, but one that Bruce isn't consciously attempting today. Truthfully, he doesn't know where to begin.

He sighs again and tubs his temples, pondering the newspaper. Typically, this sort of thing would be kept to the society pages.

But this was Gotham and Gotham loved the Waynes as much as they hated them and print media needed all the help it could get to sell copies.

So most of the front page was a big, colour photo of Dick and Jason twined together as they left yesterday's gala, Dick's hand low on Jason's back, a leg nearly pushing between Jason's in their haste to get away from the paparazzi.

And what neither of them had realised at the time, was that these combined to push the neckline of Jason's dress low enough for Jason's collar to be seen.

It had not been long enough for Gotham to forget what Thomas Wayne's collar looked like.

[formulafics]

Hi there! I just wanted to come on here and say firstly I love your fics so much like they are amazingly good and also wanted to say keep up the good work :)

And secondly what tips would you give someone who wants to make their own smau?

And I hope you are having a good day/night ❤️❤️

A fic writers guide to figuring out how to create your own smau’s, and not lose your mind doing it!

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much, I appreciate it 🥹🫶🏻 Also, i’m sorry it’s taken me a while to answer you! <3 Since I get asked this quite a bit, I went ahead and made an ‘official’ post for it. You can ask any other questions in the comment, or through my ask box!

First and foremost, I’ve made a few posts about this, and as I always say, i’m still figuring it out myself, so take this advice lightly, as you may not agree with all of it as you make your own works! This is solely from my experiences as someone who’s been writing and making fanfictions for at least 4 years.

✎ ✐ CREATING SMAU’S 📱

This account is the first account i’ve made Social Media au’s on! Therefore, i’ve only been doing these for a little over 4 months.

My first tip is to play around with your layout! When you read smau’s, i’m sure you notice that almost every fic has a different look. There’s no right or wrong way to do it, just mess with it until you find what you like!

My second tip is to use whatever app your creating in the fic as reference. What I mean is, even though I do not use twitter, I have it downloaded so I can look at tweets and the responses, in an attempt to mirror that in my works! Same goes for instagram, and any other social media app you use! I also use the profile pictures that the drivers have by looking at their pages, as well as what other drivers/celebs like their posts.

Add on to the second tip: While I suggest doing that, It is up to you! Youre creating a fictional story and if you’d rather take the likes and responses into your own hands, that’s okay! That’s a part of learning what you like, but I added it as it’s something that I personally find incredibly helpful at times.

My third tip, and possibly my most important one is to have. a. layout. Fanfictions, for me, are so much easier to create when I take the time to lay it all out! You can either make a draft on Tumblr or use your notes app to just make bullet points of the order your story should go. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but it’s genuinely so helpful in allowing you to keep track of your story, as well as not missing any of the points you want in your fic! I find that if I make a smau without a layout, there are often small mistakes that I only notice after it’s posted, and while it’s not that bad, It’s still much more satisfying to not have those mistakes.

My fourth tip is working smarter not harder. That’s not to say that if you don’t use these things, you’re not smart - in fact, to any smau creators that edit everything themselves instead of using a generator, mad props to you. However, if you’re interested in the generator, I use it for my twitter posts! I also added some other apps I use when creating my fics.

⌕ TWITTER GENERATOR LINK

-> used to create my twitter threads

⌕ COPY AND PAST SYMBOLS

-> symbols used in my fics, and to decorate my blog!

my symbol archive: © ★ ❀ ⋆ ⤷ ⤻ ⌕ ⌇ ⌗ ✎ ✐

⌕ PICSART

-> used to crop pictures, add filters to them, as well as the border you see on my tweets! it’s free (with some restrictions if you don’t pay), but still has a good selection of ways to edit.

⌕ PHONTO

-> the best phont app i’ve come across. used to create my header and any pictures you see with words on them, such as the header for this here post!

⌕ CANVA

-> i don’t use this one a ton, mostly because i forget about it, but it’s incredibly helpful for creating magazine esque covers, and i usually would use it for adding an article to my fic!

My fifth tip is to not worry about the length of your smau. It doesn’t matter if your fic is one instagram post or 20 of them, just do what you want to do, and what you enjoy doing!

Other than that, I honestly don’t have many tips! Just take your time, use inspo when needed, and have fun with it. At the end of the day, people just enjoy having more content of their favorite drivers!

✎ ✐ WRITING FANFICTION 💻

While I have yet to write full fanfictions on this account, a majority of my time in the fanfiction universe has been spent writing, so here are some tips for that, if anyone wants them!

1. Take your time: It’s so easy to get into the “I just want this done” mindset, but that is not helpful at all! It’s important to try and remember that there’s no deadline for you to complete your works. Slow and steady wins the race. I once wrote a 15k word fanfiction and it took me over two weeks, and even then, I tried to rush it, and that gave me MAJOR burn out. In fact, after that fic, I deactivated the account I had, and took a long break from something I enjoy, writing.

2. Use inspiration to your advantage: Even if you already have a good plot and layout for your story, it never hurts to find pictures and prompts that you can include. Take the time to understand the overall vibe/concept of your plot, then take to tumblr to try and find some pictures that fit it! This can also help motivate you when you’re feeling writers block.

3. As with the smau’s, have a layout. When I write fics, especially long, in depth pieces, I like to break the plot apart and write in portions, then add it together at the end, rather than one straight shot for the whole thing! I hate when i’m in the middle of a story and realize I completely missed a certain scenario I wanted to have in the fic, or when I forgot to emphasize something.

And those are all of the big tips I have for writing!

✎ ✐ THE MENTAL ASPECT 🧠

While writing and creating fanfiction is fun, and can be a stress reliever, it can also be a stress inducing activity, especially when you run an account doing it. As someone with ADHD, and a chronic overthinker, I have tendencies to stress myself out with a number of things, so here are some tips on avoiding that.

First, remember that this is a hobby. This is supposed to be fun, so if you aren’t having fun, consider stepping back. Try to determine why you’re not enjoying it, and go from there.

“I feel overwhelmed with requests.” Almost anyone who writes fanfiction has likely been here - so, know you aren’t alone. When requests start overwhelming you, I would suggest to close them, then take a break from them! Remember that they are requests, not requirements. If you don’t like an idea or aren’t motivated to write it, do not write it. As much as it can suck to have to deny a request or put it on the back burner, it’s not worth forfeiting something you enjoy.

“I just don’t know how to write/create this” That’s okay! Like almost anything in life, it’s a process of learning. Yes, it’s frustrating, but try to remember that this will probably teach you something that will be helpful in the future! If you do not want to take a break, consider looking at prompts and inspiration for your story. Take the time to reflect on your original plot or idea, and either try to change things, or add things that help your idea come together. Also know that if you’re struggling with ideas, many fic writers are probably willing to help you out! While I can’t speak for everyone, i’m more than happy to help.

“I want to write, but at the same time, I don’t enjoy it that much.” This is a feeling that you either understand or don’t, and it’s a good thing if you don’t, but is completely okay if you do! This is a sign of burnout or writers block, and unfortunately, many of us go through it. Like any other hobby, when you do it for an extended period of time, or hyperfixate on it all the time, you may find that you want to do it, but can’t enjoy it. Time should fix this, but you can also reach out to other writers, or even those who read your work! When this happens, either take a step back to remind yourself why you enjoy writing, or take on a new idea, with no commitment. Just write something that comes to your mind, and hopefully it’ll allow you to unclog your brain. (That sounds kind of mean, but I don’t mean for it to lmao.)

Secondly, if you can have a friend or mutual that will help build on your ideas, that is so incredibly helpful. Even if said person is just there to provide some prompts or pictures when you need it, it’s a life saver. That being said, I know not everyone just has this, so the least I can offer is my own inbox and dms.

Huge shoutout to @renarots. I’m sure by now you guys are used to me mentioning her in my fics, but she truly truly has helped me so so much and I cannot imagine making these fics without them. 🥹❤️ And also they’re one of the best friends i’ve ever had, echo chamber aside.

Lastly, write whatever the fuck you want to write. Fanfiction is a world of its own. There’s room for any and everything. As long as you aren’t being downright offensive and harmful, write whatever it is you’d like to, because there is bound to be a number of people who absolutely cherish your work. That’s part of the beauty of this app.

[dmagedgoods]

Owlcatober Day 12 - Song: Late-night tune

He doesn’t know what time it is when he wakes from his sleep. Not morning, surely, the room lies in silken darkness. Has he been disturbed by a dream? No – he realizes slowly –, something more pleasurable ... And it has not stopped. The melody dances through the air, melancholic, poignant, aching, and yet beautiful. Drawn closer to the music by curiosity, he leaves the bed while putting on his light, flowing dressing gown. The cold of the marble underneath his naked feet merges into the softness of thick carpets, then elegant parquet when he leaves their sleeping room, passes a corridor and enters the spacious parlor. There he stands, his muscular back to him, his violin perched carefully on his shoulder, and his cheek against the valuable wood. His body sways slowly with the tune, his arm moves gracefully but with vigor. He guides the bow with skill and passion while his fingers – his beautiful, long fingers adorned by golden rings – catch onto the strings. He stands mesmerized, barely breathing. But somehow his arrival has aroused Salvadore’s attention. He is tilting his head, his bow leaves the strings of his violin, and the instrument falls silent. “I woke you.” “And how lucky I am that you did.” He gives him a smile – warm and vivid, without holding back the deep affection he feels. “I couldn’t sleep,” Salvadore explains himself regardless, and starts to put the violin back in its case. “My apologies. I didn’t think I was this loud.” “Don’t,” Daeran steps towards him and stops him in his movement. “Play some more for me, will you?” A moment of thought crosses those sharp features before a little smile appears on his lips. He has the urge to press his own against it, and he knows the gesture would be eagerly appreciated and reciprocated, yet he denies himself the tempting pleasure. And Salvadore begins to play anew. This melody runs differently than the one before. It begins slowly but soon ascends into something that quickens his heartbeat, it surrounds them both, and he sinks into the tune and into the picture alike. His hair falls to his forehead, the way he never allows in public, and his concentrated gaze softens when his eyes meet his and melt into an expression he can only describe as … devotion. Heavens and hells and all planes in between and beyond, what did this man do to him? Eventually, much too soon, the song stops. The smile returns to Salvadore’s face. “You watch so intently,” he comments, and amusement finds its way into his words. “As though you’d learn it off my fingertips.” “Don’t be ridiculous. I was merely observing and complimented myself on my fortunate choices. I didn’t pay much attention during my own violin lessons,” he lies, “But as long as I keep you around, I’ll get all the pleasure with none of the work. – Or the hassle of finding musicians willing and capable to entertain me in the middle of the night.” “You could play a record.” “That’s hardly the same.” Salvadore chuckles. “Maybe I should teach you then. What if I’m not around for a while? And I admit I’m curious what you still remember.” “Not a lot,” he answers casually. Another lie. Meanwhile, he walks closer until he’s chest to chest with the man who makes his heart race so fast that he must feel it through the thin fabric of his dressing gown and his own silken shirt. “But maybe I’ll let you.” His lips brush Salvadore’s shoulder with the lightest graze. “– Maybe I’ll allow you to show off your remarkable talents and become my music teacher. Your oversized ego would like that, wouldn’t it?” Salvadore’s lips against his mouth keep him from uttering another word. He recognizes the faint taste of mint and then only heat, only him, and all the burning passion of his demanding tongue, his possessive hands, and his hard body that presses against his own. When he pulls away, he breathes hard. They both do. “You are kissing your students? Should a teacher exploit their power in such outrageous ways?”

“I firmly believe it will work on you,” Salvadore answers, his voice quiet and low. “And if you turn out to be willing to learn, I may consider a reward you may find even more outrageous. Just the way you like it.”

[yandereworlds]

Please, can you tell me more about Dae-Hyun? I will take literally anything. His favorite color, his hobbies, what flavor body wash does he use, what does he wear when he’s not butchering, please anything.

for sure !! here's a batch of dae-hyun facts

Dae-Hyun doesn't really pay much mind to a favorite color, but he does tend to have more fondness for anything white, brown, soft yellow, and pale/muted greens. he loves anything earthy when it comes to colors, something easy on the eyes. that's not to say he dislikes other colors, but heavy saturated tones can give him a slight headache.

as for body wash, he tends to pick unscented ones. working in the butcher shop can leave a copper scent linger on his skin, with something that strong, he tries to eliminate it as much as possible. unscented washes make him feel overall cleaner, while scented wash makes him feel like he's trying to cover up the smell, instead of getting rid of it. though, it's mostly in his head. his natural smell is pleasant, though mostly undetectable.

when off the clock, he wears loose-fitted, thick clothes. due to his stature and size, it's often already hard to find anything that fits him. he has to find anything in tall variants and those options are pretty limited, but he tries to pick things like pull-over sweaters, and loose pants. when he's out and about, he'll typically wear a pull-over with some chinos without pleats, and home something more like a short-sleeve henley and sweatpants.

his hobbies are pretty tame; listening to music, sewing, charcoal drawing, but he especially loves watching old korean movies and tv shows. his mom and dad would watch with him as a kid, and while he's not watching what they did back then all the time, he still has a fondness for shows and movies from the older era, especially tragic love stories. he loves the interpersonal relationships and depths from them, feeling a lot more personal than what he sees in modern shows, western or eastern.

along with these hobbies, it all links to creating something. quietly making his mark in his own world, not really even sharing it to others. he loves drawing pretty faces with smokey charcoal, it brings peace of mind. he loves the shading process especially, his lineart isn't the sharpest but he still makes overall coherent pieces with indirect ideas and feelings through his visuals. since dae-hyun is pretty stoic, and doesn't have a lot of close relationships, he uses his art to express himself. it's his outlet, that his other hobbies don't really compete with.

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[daeydream]

a/n: he 'so fine oh my gosh but i hope u enjoy this drabble yay! (๑♡⌓♡๑)

"when you look at the stars, do you see me?"

"what?"

turning to you with a hidden look of confusion on his pretty face, sukuna watches as you turn towards him with your other hand gesturing to the sky.

"when you look at the stars, do you see me?"

he looked at the stars.

"....no."

"oh."

"why?"

gazing at the stars, you felt a peaceful, almost calm silence pass over the two of you. Just you and him, him and you, staring at the beautiful sky.

"i thought you said i was the prettiest thing in the world.

sukuna scoffed and turned to look at you, his red eyes roving over your face, savouring the little pout now on your lips.

he leaned forward and with one large hand, he tilted your chin up so that you could look at him directly in the eyes.

"you are the prettiest thing in the world."

"but what about the stars? they're pretty too."

he hummed, before leaning down to steal your lips with his, relishing the sweet taste of your lips. No matter how many kisses you press to his wicked lips, or how many he steals from you, he always craves the feel of your mouth against his.

"No. I already told you, you are the prettiest thing in the world."

"Prettier than the stars themselves?"

He paused, smirking as he caught your hand firmly after feeling a small smack on his chest, before locking eyes with you.

"prettier than the stars themselves."

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